summary: benny still suffers from awful nightmares years after his trip to south america. but, he’s got a good way of dealing with them that doesn’t involve talking it out with you.
word count: 3,000 (listen, don’t even judge me. this man just knows how to pull it out of me.)
warnings: angst & fluff & smut (18+ only, mdni) | mentions of PTSD | mentions of vivid nightmares | mentions of past military deployments | mentions of anxiety/panic attacks | mentions of pregnancy | cockwarming | mutual masturbation | soft unprotected sex | marking | praise kink | soft aftercare
a/n: no surprise here, i will always find a way to circle back around to my comfort miller husband. this man has been sneaking back around in my head lately, so i had to get this out. i hope y’all enjoy this as much as i loved writing it! & a special thank you to @appalachiancowboy99 & @hihomeghere for letting me ramble on about this & being the best beta readers out there. i love you both sooooo much! 🤍
Tick. Tick. Tick.
The rhythmic clicking of each hand on the clock hung near your bed echoed through the early morning hours, time ticking away with each passing minute as you slept next to your husband. Huffed murmurs of words spoken in his sleep paired with the soft rumble of your snores filled the space between the two of you, a cocoon of domesticity you’ve slipped into throughout the years together. Serenity at its utmost peak, delicately woven around every fiber of your being.
Unrest had a sudden way of shifting that around.
A slight sting settled under your eyelids as you blinked yourself awake at the motion of Benny’s body tossing about next to yours, the depths of sleep threatening to pull you back under. Your fingers shoved at the loose strands of hair sticking to your face as you reached out to tug on the string connected to the nightstand lamp, the warm glow of the bulb illuminating the space as your eyes fell to his scrunched features. A dreary expression you had grown to know all too well.
“Benny, honey. Wake up, you’re having another nightmare.” You whispered as your fingers brushed over his cheekbone. “Hey, come on. Pull out of it, love. You’re dreaming.”
Benny’s plush lips parted with an unsettling gasp as his body stilled against the sheets, his ocean blue eyes snapping open with a strike of fear crackling through his pained gaze. His fingers gripped at the sweat-soaked fabric below him with a desperate force, reaching out for any sense of familiarity inside the crashing waves of uncertainty. Your gentle touch remained against his skin as your thumb inches across his tight jawline, a quiet reminder of your steady presence.
“I-I.. It was.. it was so vivid.” Benny choked out with the rumble of an unsteady breath. “I felt like.. like I was there. I felt like I was.. was up on that mountain again. I could see it all, all of it.”
“I got you, c’mere. I’m right here, you’re safe. Nothing like that is ever going to reach you here.” You hushed as you pulled his body flush to your side. “You’ve got no reason to be afraid, honey.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t.. didn’t mean to wake you, darlin’. I know you’ve been missing sleep a lot lately. You don’t need my nightmares keeping you up too.” He huffed as his head came down to rest on your chest.
“Don’t you dare apologize for having a nightmare, love. I know that stubborn brain of yours likes to hold onto things it shouldn’t, that’s not your fault.” You exclaimed with a quiet shake of your head. “Do you want to talk about any of it with me?”
Tick. Tick. Tick.
Even under the constant pull of time calling out to the both of you from the wall clock, it felt as if you laid frozen in each other’s embrace as the room fell silent following your question. In previous nights spilled out under the same situation, Benny held tight to his sanity as he rambled on about the images plaguing his mind until they slipped into memory. It served as a momentary means to an end, a way to shove the thoughts from his mind before they could linger on longer than needed.
Now, he wasn’t sure you needed the grim details.
He wasn’t in the business of hiding things from you by any means, his body and soul bared to you from the moment he laid eyes on you many years ago. Although, once your lives began to unfold towards the newness of parenthood, Benny found himself digging deeper inside himself to shield you away from any harm that could be lurking around. His fingers danced across your protruding stomach in lazy patterns, relishing in the feeling of the soft kicks against his touch.
”Can we talk about her instead? I think that would clear my head a bit easier.” Benny questioned with a gentle nudge to your shoulder with his head.
“Of course we can, love. You can start the conversation, I know that’s how you usually go about distracting your mind after a nightmare.” You replied with a nod as you shifted back against your pillow.
“Do you think she’ll ever get nightmares too? Do babies even have anything bad to dream about? I can’t imagine they do.” He hummed with a quiet frown at the topic.
“I’m sure she will at some point. I don’t know if babies have nightmares, but I don’t doubt she’ll have a few once she’s older.” You answered with a soft yawn. “Are you scared they’ll be heavy like yours?”
“Yeah, I am. I wouldn’t wish these nightmares on my worst enemy, darlin’. They’re hell to go through. I guess it worries me that anything this draining could ever creep into her innocent mind.” Benny continued as his face pinched up in disgust.
“We’ll be there to hold her and keep her safe if they do, honey. That’s all we can do, love her and protect her the best we can. She’ll be safe with us.” You reassured with a gentle smile dancing across your lips.
Benny’s rigid frame found itself molded to your presence in tones of lavender and grazed fingertips across his chiseled arm, a safety net for him to fall into whenever his mind was clouded. A shift of his touch against your stretched skin pulled him towards a familiar haze, an inch closer to your side in hopes of becoming one with you being the only plea on his lips. Your guided stare met his with a chorus of heated breaths, your movements matching his only moments before.
“Benny.” You whispered above the sound of your echoing heartbeat in your ears. “Be gentle.”
“I just need to lose myself in you. Don’t worry, I won’t shake my girls around too much.” Benny teased with a wide growing grin across his face.
Notes of fresh linen and a musk only you could recognize flood your senses as you hold a breath in the depths of your lungs, your head spinning in a daze with an overwhelming mix of desire and contentment. If not for the heat steadily pooling between your thighs, the waves radiating from Benny’s chest against your backside would be enough to lull you back to sleep, your frame now falling lax in his embrace as he hooks your thick thigh against his hip with a gentle tug from behind.
In your current late stage of pregnancy, the flexibility of your aching limbs was limited to you resting on your side most nights for comfort, which provided your husband with the opportunity to worship your body in ways only he could. With an unspoken call to his touch, your hips arched to meet his in a twitch of your thighs. Beyond the hard edges Benny presented to everyone else, you found yourself drowning inside the molten core settled within the depths of his chest.
“So pretty like this, darlin’.” He cooed in the crook of your neck with a brush of his breath on your skin. “Gonna give you what we both need.”
With an artfully trained tip-toe around the trails of wicked thoughts in his mind, tangled in the dance between crafted touches and whispered words was the only time Benny was eerily quiet. His voice is usually firing off at the chance to speak, potent emotions spilling past his tongue in waves of light memories tumbled inside a stark contrast of painful imagery following his deployments. Conversation pieces you grew used to with time, the need to push them out stirring inside his body.
But, this was a tug you could never grow used to.
Calloused hands catch against your skin as Benny’s touch trails the expanse of your exposed inner thigh, his skilled fingers pushing your sleep shorts and underwear to the side with a groan vibrating through his chest. The idea of patience waned and stretched thin, leaving the air thick between the two of you as he drags his fingers between your soaked folds. The ache in the crux of your hips folds in under his exploration, your eyes rolling back in your head with a silent cry.
“Benny, god, please.” You whine as your hand falls down to grip onto his wrist with force.
“That’s it, pretty girl.” His tone echoes in your ear as his knuckles part you once more. “You can take it, can’t you?”
Words fail to tip past your lips as his words fill your mind with a wrecked tone, a brief second of silence passing over you before the sound of a pained whimper from Benny hung in the air. Two fingers knocked to the knuckle worked you open with ease as his fingers curled against your walls, every inch of your desire memorized by him as he urged your body to accept the intrusion. You draw out his name somewhere between a whine and groan, welcoming the taste of it on your tongue.
Slick drops of your arousal coated the inside of your thigh as his hand pulled from between your legs, your bottom lip pouting out with a huff the sudden loss of contact. A muffled laugh bubbled in Benny’s chest against your back at the sight, his puffy lips pressing behind your ear as his hips shifted to press against yours in an experimental thrust. His hardened length nestled itself through your folds with ease, evidence of his previous assault coating his taut skin as he pressed inside.
A string of praise blooms inside every inch of you.
“You feel that, darlin’? So tight around me, look at you.” Benny pants as his hips still to let you adjust to the stretch around him.
“Ah, you.. you feel so good, love. So, so good.” You babble on as he sinks himself fully into your core. “Please, please move.”
“I’m gonna take care of you first, worship you for the goddess you are.” He groans out as his blonde mustache brushes across your earlobe. “So full and round, so beautiful carrying our child.”
Your name pours from the tip of Benny’s tongue in lines of prose, the letters falling in unison as if they were made to belong together for the rest of time. As if they were made to only be spoken by the beaten and bruised man curled to your frame, the reverberation from his call out to you bubbling under your heated skin. His fingers skirt through your folds to soak his fingers with your arousal, the pads of his fingertips grazing against your clit with precision as your hips bow under the touch.
The pace set between your spread thighs consumes every ounce of concentration in your mind as you mindlessly roll your hips, Benny’s body quivering against yours as his fingers work in tandem with your gentle movements. A choked gasp shouts from your throat as his teeth sink into the skin of your shoulder with a growl, a desperate attempt to claim you with an array of darkened purple bruises littered across your skin akin to the known constellations hung in the sky.
Those same stars now dance behind your eyelids.
“Oh, god. Please don’t stop, so close.” You whimper with your previous grip on his wrist tightening. “Benny, ah — right there, just like that.”
“Gonna make a mess on my cock, darlin’? C’mon, let go. Show me how pretty you are when you come for me.” Benny coached with a soft thrust inside your walls.
Trickles of desire pulse through your veins as the coil in your gut threatens to explode under the pressure of Benny’s fingers against your clit, the roll of his hips sparking a fire in your core as you clench around his length. A symphony of whines sing through your throat at the unyielding promise of release, your husband’s words reaching out through the haze to pull you back to reality. A reality all too consuming as spots of darkness cloud your vision with a dizzying snap of pleasure.
“That’s my girl, look so good fallin’ apart in my lap.” Benny groaned out as his fingers continued on. “Doin’ such a good job, darlin’, so proud.”
Obscene sounds bounce off the walls as he pulls his fingers up to your shivering lips, pressing the digits into your mouth with a grunt as your tongue swipes across his skin. Your body must be burning a path through to the depths of his soul with the heat radiating through your skin, no clear indentation of where you began or where he ended. If someone found your bodies long after the release of death, signs of your undying love would be engraved in the hardness of your bones.
One shift of your hips in search of comfort has Benny sinking deeper into your core, a matched gasp slipping between the two of you as he twitches from the surge of desire. His teeth grit behind his lips as his thighs shake under yours with effort, the slide of his length out of you leaving you feeling empty. The clever man knows what you need to surrender to his aching need, angling his stiff hips to bury himself to the hilt as he tosses his head back against the soft pillows.
Gone is any trace of discord as you surrender.
“It won’t take too long like this, Benny. Ah, I’m so sensitive.” You gasp as he sets a delicate pace.
“Such a good girl, lettin’ me use you like this.” He whispered against the skin of your shoulder. “Won’t last long like this either, so — fuck — so good.”
Heavy eyelids hang over your eyes as the luxury of Benny’s body presses against yours with a feverish attempt to dispel his own thoughts, no longer needing to see your surroundings to feel the growing impatience of your own movements. Familiarity in its wake of all that you’ve built over the years, individual pieces falling into place with the echo of your name on your husband’s lips. A magician in his natural environment, drowning your body under a spell with learned expertise.
Traces of your love claw its way to the surface in lines of pink against his skin, matched with dainty sighs rushing up through your chest with hopes of falling on his ears. Tick, tick, tick — the sound of the wall clock a distant recollection as your body paves a path of heat towards your second orgasm, a stinging sensation shooting through your veins as Benny’s hips stutter against yours. Worship in the unholiest of praises poured from his chest, his voice strained with unyielding effort.
“Give it to me, darlin’. Go on, give it all to me.” Benny calls out as his lips press to your jawline. “I’m there, right there with you.”
“Benny, oh god. Right there, right there.” You babble on with a shift of your wide hips. “Oh — fuck — there it is.”
Tears bite at the corners of your eyes as pleasure pulsates through every atom of your being, twinges of static electrifying as it shoots through down to the tips of your toes. Tugging his length in with the tightening of your walls, Benny spills inside of you with a broken cry sticking to his lips. Strung out throughout unexplored spaces in the galaxy above, your body floating in his orbit as he calls you back down to Earth with whispered admirations peppered against your heated skin.
The night’s previous unrest settled into the traces of Benny’s mind pushed towards the surface, a shake of his head against your arm nudging your attention to his slumped body. Your hands push to untangle your limbs from his in an attempt to roll onto your opposite side, a worried gaze searching his face as you huff out a steady breath. Pools of midnight bore back into your presence as you inch closer, a troubled flash of uncertainty hiding in his features as he sinks down into the mattress.
Versions of Benny dance in your head with chaos.
“We don’t have to talk about it, but I don’t want you to be up all night alone if I fall back asleep.” You exclaim as you reach out to tug the covers up. “I can tell it’s still on your mind, love.”
“It’s still there, but I think it’ll go away if we both knock out together. C’mere, I’m not done giving my girls some soft lovin’.” Benny hummed with a lopsided smile as his arms wrapped around you.
A gentle laugh fills the space between your breaths as Benny tugs your body as close to his as he can with your rounded stomach, his fingers splayed across your waist as the child resting inside shifts to kick against his hand with ply. His index finger pokes at the bulging shadow with a chuckle of his own, his nose scrunched up as he follows the trail towards the other side of your skin. Innocence in its purest form tucked away in the light dancing behind his sleep-stricken stare.
Illuminated by the saccharine glow of the lamp still lit on your nightstand, Benny’s tender features heave at the strings holding your heart together. An untamed wildflower growing in an empty field, tilted towards the sunlight in hopes of surviving. Endless pages inside of a story still being written, proof of a perpetual existence inside two intertwined souls. Faithful in its stead until the bitter end of your days, burrowed in the colors of the skyline with a morning’s peak on the horizon.
“I love you, Benny. Please never forget that.” You whisper as your lips part with a strained yawn. “She’s gonna love you too, endlessly.”
“And, I love you both. I don’t think I could ever forget that as long as I have you here with me.” He hushes as his lips press to your forehead.
Peace settles as the two of you drift off to dream.
You inspired some Benny thoughts……..I imagine the Bubba is as possessive over momma as Benny. Everytime Benny touches you or kisses or gets close he gets angry babble or cry from the baby. How do you think Ben would handle it?? 🤪
a/n: ARIA. How DARE you continue the hubby Benny saga with this masterpiece of an idea! I imagine Bubba.... being what Benny was like as a kid HAHA Enjoyed the hell outta this one ('cause who doesn't love pouty Benny!!). Thank you, thank you for sticking 'round, Aria baby !😭
warnings: hubby benny both loves and is jealous of his son (but really they act the same), family-focused fluff!
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Now, Bubba? His little boy? His little Benjamin Miller Jr.?
That was his kid right there, his blood without a doubt.
But damn, if he wasn’t the biggest mama’s boy he’s ever seen–
He knew it wasn’t a coincidence anymore, the man even wrote down the times where it was too good to be one.
The most significant one was two months ago, when he was playing with Bubba in the playpen with you. Benny had the day off, the television was playing at a low volume and the house, overall, had good vibes, as it always did. Upon noticing the time on the clock, you stood up.
“I gotta get the laundry upstairs real quick,” You told Benny, playfully adding, “I better not see your boxing shorts from three days ago in the basket.”
He pouted, “You’re breaking my heart, pretty girl, you know I’d get it washed as soon as I got home.”
You knew that, and he knew that you knew, and it was obvious when the two of you shared a soft laugh before kissing the crown of his head.
“Okay, dummy,” You smiled before waving at Bubba who stared up at you since you stood up, “I’ll be right back, okay?”
You only took a few steps away from the playpen and towards the stairs when Bubba began crying. Halting, you immediately came back, and even as Benny was already holding him, Bubba wasn’t calming down.
“Hey, hey, it’s okay, mama’s just going upstairs,” Your husband cooed and rocked the toddler, “She’ll come back and play again. Your old man’s here, too.”
Nothing, Bubba still wailed pitifully. Unable to fight your maternal instincts, you offered to hold him. Benny didn’t want to, he wanted you to have the time for yourself, even if you were just doing a bit of laundry, but he didn’t want to stress you about worrying for both the kid and the dirty clothes either, so, he gently passed Bubba to you.
As soon as you cooed at your son, he stopped crying. Tears staining his smooth cheeks as he looked up at you, “Hi, you! I’m here, don’t worry. Don’t you worry.”
He wasn’t in the happy-go-lucky mood like he was before, but he most definitely wasn’t in the worst one either, so, you were thankful for that.
Benny whistled, standing side to side so he could look at his son with you, “Little rascal, ain’t ya’?”
Bubba just smacked his lips, all snug in your arms.
You snorted, “I know where he got that from,”
Looking up at Benny, you added guiltily, “But I gotta go get the laundry…”
Say no more.
“I’ll do it,” Benny reassured, wrapping one of his arms around you and murmuring into your temple, “I’ll do it.”
But the sweet, fleeting moment was interrupted when Bubba bopped his father in the head with the soft, fabric teether—did he have that in his hand before?
Even so, Benny pretended to feel hurt, letting out an ‘ow!’ as he held his head, and just like he expected, it made his boy laugh.
So, his son found amusement in his pain. Who knew?
“Alright, I’ll be right back,” Benny sighed, but it was all lighthearted, just like his eyeroll. He gently pinched his son’s cheek before turning to you to steal a kiss. The boxer was able to swiftly dodge his son’s teether toy attack for stealing his mother’s attention, playfully adding as he went up the stairs, “Don’t be hogging your mom’s attention while I’m gone!”
And that was one of the many instances.
Bubba saying ‘mama’ over ‘papa’ first.
The constant bonks with soft toys whenever he’d see you and Benny kiss or hug.
When Bubba preferred to be with you physically while you stirred the pot with your free hand, even if Benny was standing hip to hip with you.
Hell, even a night or three, when Benny had you on your back in bed, just about to tug your nightwear down, Bubba cried, and the two of you immediately rushed out to his crib.
Make no mistake, he was grateful to have a kid at all, the best, proudest dad there is, but goodness, if it didn’t make him pout just a little bit, much to your amusement.
One day, when Benny hung out with his brother, telling him how he may or may not have learnt that his boy was a mama’s boy, and for reason, expected a teeny bit of sympathy, the older Miller laughed in his face.
Laughed.
“He’s you,” Will shrugged, “You were literally like that as a kid.”
Benny blinked. Come to think of it–
He did kind of remember bopping his brother on the head with a toy after picking him up from his mother’s arms, and unlike the soft teether toy Bubba used him at the time, Benny used a plastic toy.
Like a truck toy-plastic or a transformer toy-plastic.
As in, he may or may not have remembered the sound of it when it collided with his older brother’s head.
The longer he recalled more memories when he was almost like Bubba in his time as a child, Benny pursed his lips and nodded slowly, Will knew he was starting to remember more than a handful.
Okay, yeah, the blood does run deep, more than he realized it.
But, despite it all, he knew his son loved him, too. Immensely, just as he did. To be cheered on by the little kid whenever he was in the ring, to be offered a toy or ‘num nums’ whenever he somehow knew his father was feeling under the weather, or to be ‘defended’ in the midst of a banter with Frankie by pulling his godfather’s moustache, and many more.
His son’s antics were enough to make him laugh, his eyes rolled in amusement because, at the end of the day, Bubba knew who his father was, always giving him the same gummy smile as he does with you.
Turning back to the framed photo in the living room, the one taken during Bubba’s first winter and Christmas with the three of you, he smiled to himself as he rocked the same toddler in his arms, one of the little days where he rested well with his father even when he knew his mother was in the house.
At the end of the day, it was still the three of you against the world.
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a/n: Hey, you. Yeah, you you Garrett lover. Have I told you how much I love you for showing him and my content so much love? Don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ
Hey darling! Can I request wrong a fic with Ben wherein he's in a very lowkey relationship with the reader and the reader attended one of his shows and Ben just couldn't take his eyes off of her and some fans noticed the way Ben looked at her and they all made their theory on TikTok and Ben and Reader just laughed when they saw the theories?
A Love Song to You
A/N: Hello Love, thank you for this request! I am so happy to write this after seeing him life, so enjoy!! I hope you like it! pls keep in mind my first language isn't English!
pairing: Ben Barnes x reader
warnings: not proofread (if I should add any, hit me up)
word count: 441 words (its a short one, but I still have to find my way into writing again)
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Ben fidgets with his necklace. A sign of nervousness. But how could he not be? Today is his first show in London which also means that his European Tour starts. He already had two shows in the US, but being here in his home country, with family and friends there, is different.
But that's not the only thing why's he excited. Today is also the first time you, his wonderful girlfriend, finally sees him in concert, not being able to come to the first two.
You were at least equally as excited. You have always adored your boyfriend's voice and finally being able to hear him play live and see him happy means so much to you.
"Ben, stop it! You're making me nervous, too!", you said to Ben from your place of the couch, while he is pacing through the room in the backstage area.
"I am sorry, love. I just cannot believe I am finally doing it. I always thought my Rockstar career lasted for just three minutes!", he turns around and looks at you.
You stand up from your place on the couch and make your way to stand in front of him. Ben immediately takes you into his arms and you can feel how he relaxes.
"You can do it, darling! I am incredibly proud of you!", you tell him. Ben squeezes you harder in his arms and you just enjoy his company before the big moment.
Ben was exhausted. The concert was amazing, but he's happy to just be home with you. Tomorrow would already be night two in London, so he takes any rest he can.
The couple of you lays on the couch with Ben just enjoying his cuddles and you scrolling through your social media and viewing some videos of Ben's performance the fans have already posted.
"You really couldn't keep your eyes off of me", you joked and showed Ben some of the videos where his gaze stayed on you the whole time.
Ben always tried to keep as much of his life private and safe for the private life, so no one really knew much of his relationships. For that reason you find all of the things the fans have to say hilarious.
"Look what some of the people write! 'Is that this mysterious Lady who stole our man's heart?' or 'Ben Barnes being a lovesick puppy for his girlfriend' oh my god I love this"
"Oh no, was I really that obvious?", Ben asked while laughing because you showed him some videos on TikTok.
"You were, my love. But I loved it." you said and gave him a little kiss.
Hello again!💕 could I request Model! Y/N again with Ben Barnes with prompts:
7. “all i can think about is kissing you when i shouldn’t. you aren’t mine”
9. “how much longer are you going to hide your feelings for me, dummy?”
plot idea: before they dated: they’re longtime friends living in LA and both of them are in a party with friends, both of them are oblivious that they’ve have feelings for each other until one of Y/N friend’s from the runway industry starts making moves on her and Ben gets jealous and accidentally lets it slip that he has feelings for her when they’re alone together and a kiss 😳❤️ I like it to be mostly fluffy with a bit of angst😔
I cant wait to see what you do with this xxx😙❤️
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ben barnes x model!reader
word count: 2.9k
warning: jealousy, fluff with a little bit of angst
summary: It's ironic how after concealing them for so long, feelings can be revealed in just one evening.
a/n: hello, hello!!<33 i'm sorry you had to wait so long, but here we go! i'm not confident about this story, because i don't think i can imagine a jealous ben, but i hope you will be satisfied. thank you for your request!!<3
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Was there anything better than living not even a minute away from your friend? No. Definitely not.
Living across the street from your best friend, Ben, was like a dream come true. You had been close friends for almost a decade, and when it turned out that by moving to this neighborhood you would have Ben at your fingertips, you felt like the luckiest person in the world.
It was a bond that went beyond just friendship. You were like family to each other. You knew that if you ever needed anything, Ben would be right there, ready to offer his help and support. And the same went for him.
You would spend hours chatting on your front porches, sipping iced coffee and laughing until your stomachs hurt. You talked about everything, from the mundane details of your day to your deepest hopes and fears. There was never a dull moment when you were together.
Borrowing each other's clothes was a common occurrence. You loved how you could raid Ben's closet for a cozy sweater or a pair of comfy sweatpants, and he was always happy to lend you whatever you needed. You even had a running joke that you were secretly sharing a wardrobe, since you had so many items that seemed to belong to both of you.
But it wasn't just about the material things. You knew each other's routines, moods, and quirks inside and out. You could tell just by looking at each other if something was bothering the other person, and you always knew just what to say to make things better.
You even had the keys to each other's homes, so you could take care of each other's places when one of you had to leave city for an extended period of time. It was a sign of the trust and respect you had for each other.
But today your biggest concern was getting ready to go out.
As the sun began to set, you paced back and forth in front of your closet, feeling the pressure of finding the perfect outfit for the party you were going with Ben at your friend's house. You had spent the better part of the afternoon rifling through your wardrobe, trying on outfit after outfit, but nothing seemed to feel right.
You pulled out a sparkly dress and held it up to your body, admiring the way it shimmered in the light. But then you remembered how uncomfortable it was to wear and how you didn't want to be fidgeting with it all night. You discarded it on your bed.
Next, you picked up a pair of jeans and a cute blouse, thinking that maybe casual was the way to go. But when you tried them on, they just didn't seem to fit right. The jeans were too tight around your hips and the blouse was too baggy in the wrong places. You groaned in frustration and threw them onto the pile of clothes on your bed.
You took a deep breath and tried to calm yourself down. You knew it wasn't a big deal, but you couldn't help feeling a bit nervous. This was just a party, after all. You didn't need to stress about what you were wearing. But as much as you tried to convince yourself of that, you couldn't shake the feeling that you wanted to look good.
You scanned through your clothes once again and finally landed on a long, flowing skirt and a simple tank top. You paired it with some strappy sandals and stood in front of the mirror. It was a comfortable outfit, but was it too plain? Would you stand out among the other guests? You couldn't tell.
You sighed and flopped down on your bed, staring up at the ceiling. Maybe you were overthinking this. Maybe it didn't matter what you wore. But you couldn't help but feel like it did matter. You wanted to make a good impression on Ben and look your best in front of him, without giving away the fact that you had feelings for him.
After a few minutes of deep thought, you stood up and walked back to you closet. You took a deep breath, closed your eyes, and picked out a cute white sundress. Your favorite. You slipped it on and twirled around in front of the mirror, admiring the way it flowed around your body. Maybe it was a bit boring, but you loved it and Ben liked this dress too.
As you were lost in your thoughts, you didn't even notice the time passing by. That's when Ben's sudden voice rang out from the bottom of the stairs, informing you that you were running late and had to leave now.
You let out a small yelp of surprise and rushed down the stairs, nearly tripping over your own feet in the process. “I'm coming, I'm coming!” you called out. Struggling to keep pace, you hurriedly made your way out of the door, desperately trying to avoid being left behind, as Ben was already waiting outside.
As you stepped out onto the front porch, the rough texture of the doormat beneath your bare feet made you realize that you had forgotten to put on your shoes. You let out an annoyed groan and hurried back inside, taking care not to trip again, this time on the polished wooden floor. The last thing you wanted was to fall flat on your face and ruin your chance to hang out with Ben.
You quickly slipped on your favorite pair of sneakers, knowing that keeping up with Ben's fast pace and dancing on the party would require comfortable footwear. You didn't want to risk blisters or sore feet this night. After all, you had spent enough time walking around in high heels on the catwalk to know that looking good was important, but comfort was even more important.
With your sneakers securely on your feet, you raced back out onto the porch, eager to catch up with Ben and start the night's adventure.
“Sorry, sorry, sorry,” you panted. “I couldn't decide what to wear.”
Ben chuckled and gave you a quick look. “Well, you look great in anything, so no need to stress,” he said, making you feel a little bit shy.
You let out a breathless laugh, feeling your heart racing at his compliment. You couldn't help but notice the twinkle in his eyes, the way his lips curled up into a smile, and the slight flush on his cheeks that always appeared when he was around you. It was as if he knew exactly how to make your heart skip a beat.
“You're not looking too shabby yourself,” you replied, trying to mirror his teasing attitude.
Ben grinned, the playful glint in his eyes making your stomach do somersaults. “Why, thank you, kind lady. I do try to look my best,” he joked, making you laugh.
As you and Ben made your way towards the door, he naturally put his arm around your waist. Your friends often teased you both about acting like an old married couple due to living so close to each other, but this gesture felt different. When his touch met your skin, you felt a jolt of electricity run through your body. You tried to shrug it off, attributing it to just nerves, but deep down, you knew there was something more there. Despite being friends for years, lately, you couldn't shake off the feeling that there was something different between you two.
The party was just a short walk away, but it felt like an eternity and even talking did not make the time go any faster. You could smell the scent of his cologne and feel the warmth of his body next to yours. You wanted to stay in that moment forever, but soon enough, you arrived at the house and the party was in full swing.
The moment you stepped inside, the thumping bass of the music hit you hard, signaling that this party was going to be wild. Your friend had promised it would be a small gathering, but it was clear that he had underestimated the turnout. The air was heavy with the scents of alcohol, perfume, and sweat, making it hard to breathe. You looked over to Ben, hoping to find some comfort in his presence, but he was quickly whisked away by his closest friend into the sea of people.
Despite the chaos around you, there was a sense of familiarity that brought a wave of nostalgia. It reminded you of your college days when you went to parties like this every week. Memories flooded back, and you couldn't help but smile.
As you weaved through the crowd, you felt the occasional brush of someone's hand against yours or the whiff of someone's cigarette smoke. It was overwhelming but exciting at the same time.
Eventually, you made it to the kitchen, where the crowd was a little thinner. You poured yourself a drink and turned around, only to find your friend from the fashion shows walking towards you with a drink in his hand. His eyes lit up when he saw you and you couldn't help but feel a little flutter in your chest as he closed you in a tight hug, being careful not to spill your drinks. You can't remember the last time you saw each other off the runway.
“Well, well, well, look who it is. The most beautiful woman in the room,” he said, his voice laced with flirtatious charm.
You rolled your eyes and laughed, knowing this was just his usual banter. “Oh, please, you're just trying to butter me up,” you replied, playing along with his teasing. “Hi, Josh.”
He grinned, showing off his perfect smile. “Maybe I am. But can you blame me? You look absolutely gorgeous tonight,” he said, his eyes twinkling with admiration.
You couldn't help but giggle at his flattery, feeling your nerves settling down in the crowded party. "Well, thank you," you said, taking a sip of your drink. “I guess I can't blame you for having eyes, right?”
Josh chuckled, leaning in closer to your ear. “You know, I've been meaning to ask you something since it's been a while since we've seen each other,” he said, mischief in his voice.
Curiosity piqued and you raised an eyebrow. “Oh, really? What's that?”
“Are you seeing anyone?”
You felt your eyes widen, surprised, by his sudden question. You slowly shook your head. “No, not at the moment,” you replied, trying to keep your casual tone. The truth was that you wished you had a different answer.
“Good to know,” Josh said, smiling warmly at you. “Because I was hoping to steal you away for a dance.”
You grinned and shrugged your shoulders. “I don't see why not.”
Josh's hand felt warm against yours as he led you onto the dance floor, and your heart was racing with excitement. As soon as the music began, he pulled you close, and you felt his breath on your neck. You couldn't help but feel a little giddy at his attention, but at the same time, your mind kept drifting to Ben and how you wished it was him dancing with you now.
Despite your inner turmoil, you tried to focus on the present. The beat of the music pulsed through your body as Josh pulled you closer, and you felt a rush of heat rise to your cheeks. He wrapped his arms around your waist, and you could feel the muscles in his chest and arms tense as he swayed to the rhythm.
He was such an incredible dancer, moving with the beat effortlessly, and you followed his lead, feeling yourself getting lost in the moment. He made you laugh with his witty remarks and teasing comments, and you couldn't help but feel drawn to him.
But then, out of the corner of your eye, you saw Ben watching you from across the room. His jaw was clenched tight, and his dark eyes bore into you, making you feel uneasy. You tried to ignore him and focus on Josh, but the feeling of Ben's eyes on you was suffocating.
As the final notes of the song faded away, Josh's breath tickled your ear, making your heart race. “I think your boyfriend is getting jealous,” he whispered with a smirk, his eyes glinting mischievously. You furrowed your eyebrows slightly at the comment, unsure how to respond.
Before you could say anything, however, Ben appeared by your side, his eyes fixed on Josh. “Mind if I cut in?” he asked, his voice laced with tension.
Josh shrugged nonchalantly, taking a step back. “Be my guest,” he said, his smirk growing wider.
As soon as Josh was out of earshot, Ben grabbed your hand roughly and led you away from the dance floor. His grip was strong, almost possessive, but you couldn't deny the thrill that shot through you. You allowed him to lead you out of the crowded room and into the dimly lit hallway, where the sounds of the music faded away into the background.
You tried to speak, but his steely glare stopped you in your tracks. The tension between you was palpable, and you could feel your heart beating fast in your chest. He stopped abruptly and spun you around to face him, his grip still tight on your hand.
Ben's eyes narrowed as he glared at you, the fiery intensity of his gaze making your heart race faster. You had never seen him like this before; in all the time you had known him, he had never once been angry with you. His voice was low and rough as he spoke, his anger barely contained. “What the hell was that? You were practically all over that guy!” he accused.
Your heart sank at the accusation, feeling hurt and betrayed by his words. “All over him? We were just dancing, Ben,” you protested, your voice tinged with desperation. You hoped to make him see reason, to make him understand that there was nothing going on between you and Josh. “Don't forget that we're just friends,” you added, trying to remind him of the boundaries of your relationship.
But Ben was too far gone in his jealousy to listen. “I saw the way he was looking at you,” he spat out, his words laced with venom. “And the way you were looking at him. I don't like it, Y/N. I don't like it one bit.”
A silence fell between the two of you, and you stared into his eyes, searching for a clue as to what you should say next. The tension in the air was palpable, and you could feel the weight of his emotions bearing down on you.
Finally, he let out a deep breath, as if trying to calm himself down. He let go of your hand, taking a step back from you. “I know I have no right to be jealous, Y/N. I know we're just friends. But I can't help the way I feel. All I can think about is kissing you when I shouldn't. You aren't mine,” he said, his voice trailed off, and you could see the hurt and frustration etched into his face.
“I can be, just say you want it,” you replied impulsively, before you could stop yourself.
Ben looked at you in surprise, not believing what he had just heard. “What?” he asked, his eyes widening in shock.
You took a step closer to him, feeling bolder than ever. “I said, I can be yours. If you want me,” you repeated, your eyes locking onto his. “How much longer are you going to hide your feelings for me, dummy?”
Ben's surprise slowly turned into a smile, and he took a step closer to you, his hand reaching up to cup your face. “I've been hiding them for far too long, Y/N,” he said, his voice full of warmth. “I want you. I want to be with you.”
He leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a gentle kiss. It was hesitant at first, as if he couldn't believe that this was actually happening. But soon it became more passionate, as if he was trying to make up for all the time he had spent denying his feelings for you. You wrapped your arms around Ben's neck, holding him close as you kissed him back with equal fervor.
As the kiss deepened, you felt a sense of completeness wash over you. This was what you had been waiting for, what you had been hoping for, for so long. And now it was finally happening.
As you both pulled away, you looked up at him, your eyes shining with happiness. Ben smiled at you, his hand still cupping your face. “I can't believe it took us so long to get here,” he said, his voice filled with wonder.
You laughed, feeling a weight lifted off your shoulders. “Better late than never, right?” you replied, feeling giddy with excitement.
Ben pulled you into a tight hug, and you rested your head against his chest, feeling his heartbeat against your ear. “I'm never letting you go,” he whispered, placing a kiss on the top of your head.
You smiled, feeling content. “Good, because I'm not going anywhere,” you replied, feeling as if everything was finally falling into place.
OMG I LOVE THIS, THE WAY YOU WROTE BEN AND YN’S RELATIONSHIP IS JUST SO FANTASTIC AND JUST MADE ME FALL IN LOVE WITH THIS, (also jealous Ben😩😈) I’m just so happy with the way you wrote my request thank you so much 😩❤️
Warnings: (there are a lot) me barley knowing a thing about Westworld or how it works, Westworld typical violence, robbery, Logan comes with his own warning, reader is a bit of a could care less badass, use of a gun, people being k worded, the use of the nickname Princess, (y/n) being used a few times, consumption of alcohol, Logan’s filthy mouth, slight angst, smutty good times, saliva being used as lube, p in v sex, rough sex, unprotected sex, slight dom/sub undertones, mentions of drug use briefly, little bit of fluff, reader’s dad is an asshole…I think that’s it
Word Count: 3.8k
Author’s Notes: Well it’s been a minute but here is another fic I have had written but never posted. This was another Midnights fic and the second I heard this song Logan was the first person to come to mind. This was so fun to write and I hope to write more for this guy in the future. Massive thanks to my editor @clint-aww-no-barton and to all of you for the love. I hope you enjoy this! I am going to be using the last taglist on a Ben fic I have. If you want to be added to future fics or removed please let me know!
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ao3 link coming soon
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Heyyyy. Could you please do: “do you know you mumble in your sleep? it’s precious how it’s all either about stars, strawberries and rainbows or murder, arson and dictatorship. there’s no in between” with Ben Barnes? 🥹
stars, strawberries and murder # 200 follower special event
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ben barnes x gn!reader
word count: 585
warning: none, no use of y/n, fluff
summary: Every tiniest moment in a relationship is worth cherishing.
a/n: the below piece of writing might be (and honestly is) short, but is adorable and that's what matters the most
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As the sun began to descend in the sky, the warm rays streaming through the window, you and Ben relished in the peaceful ambiance of the cozy apartment. The hustle and bustle of the outside world seemed like a distant memory as you settled into a leisurely afternoon.
After a long and arduous day at work, during which you had to deal with a new and somewhat troublesome intern, all you craved was the comfort of your home. You could feel the weight of the day lifting from your shoulders as you slipped into a comfortable tracksuit and nestled into the inviting couch.
Ben sat at the kitchen table with his latest script, his energy flowing as he read the next pages of the scene. You watched him for a moment, marveling at his focus and dedication, before turning your attention back to your book.
The pages turned softly under your fingers, the story unfolding before your eyes as you lost yourself in the narrative. The only sounds in the apartment were the gentle ticking of the clock and the occasional rustle of a page.
As the minutes turned into hours, the peaceful atmosphere enveloped you, like a warm blanket on a chilly night. The gentle hum of contentment radiated from you, a silent acknowledgement of the happiness you felt in this moment.
It wasn't until you felt your eyes begin to droop that you realized how long you had been lost in your book. You let out a soft sigh as you surrendered to the embrace of sleep.
As you woke up slowly blinking your eyes open, you felt a sense of disorientation. Your surroundings were a little hazy, and for a moment you weren't sure where you were. But as your senses began to sharpen, you felt the familiar comfort of the cozy apartment enveloping you like a warm embrace.
You rubbed your eyes, feeling a little groggy, and looked around to find Ben sitting beside you on the couch, his eyes fixed on you with a warm and amused expression.
“Do you know you mumble in your sleep?” he said, his voice carrying a gentle teasing tone. “It's precious how it's all either about stars, strawberries and rainbows or murder, arson, and dictatorship. There's no in between.”
You felt a rush of embarrassment flood over you, but Ben's words were accompanied by a soft chuckle that put you at ease. You let out a laugh of your own, feeling self-conscious but also amused by the revelation.
“Really?” you asked, still a little groggy from your nap.
“Really,” Ben confirmed, his eyes twinkling with warmth. “It's kind of adorable.”
As you leaned into him, feeling the warmth of his body and the softness of his embrace, you felt a sense of gratitude and contentment wash over you. It was a small moment, but one that felt significant in its own way – a moment of shared intimacy, of gentle teasing and affection.
Then, with a mischievous grin, Ben added, “But just so you know, if you start talking about murder in your sleep, I might have to keep an eye on you.”
You playfully swatted at him, feeling a sense of lightheartedness and joy bubbling up inside you. “You are the one who kills people in your roles. Maybe I should be the one to keep an eye on you?” the two of you dissolved into laughter, the sound filling the cozy apartment and adding to the sense of warmth that surrounded you.
Hi. Could you please do with Ben Barnes: A watching B laugh, their head thrown back in amusement, eyes tearing up and skin getting all flushed, and realizing that they would never feel the same for anyone else. Thanks! 😍
just another lazy sunday # 200 follower special event
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ben barnes x fem!reader
word count: 892
warning: another one bites the fluff tum dum dum another one bites the fluff (nothing, zero warnings)
summary: Can you think of a more delightful way to spend a peaceful Sunday, than being comfortably nestled at home, embraced by the person who fills your heart with joy?
a/n: a journey to the roots of my writing!! sit back and enjoy a moment with mr ben barnes<33 thank you for participating in the event!
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The morning sun had slowly crept through the curtains, casting a warm and cozy glow over the couple who lay in bed, tangled in the sheets. You were in no hurry to start your day, instead savoring the slow, languid pace of your lazy Sunday morning.
Ben lay on his side, propped up on his elbow, watching you, his lovely girlfriend, as you laughed uncontrollably at something on your phone. Your head was thrown back in amusement, your eyes tearing up, and your skin flushed with joy. He couldn't help but wonder at the joy and beauty that radiated from you.
As he watched you, he felt a surge of warmth in his chest. He knew in that moment that he would never feel the same for anyone else. You were his soulmate, his partner in crime, the one who made his heart sing. Watching you laugh, Ben knew that he would do anything to make you happy. He couldn't help but feel lucky to have you by his side.
Reaching out, he gently traced the curve of your cheek with his finger, marveling at the softness of your skin. You turned to him, your eyes shining with love and happiness, and he knew that he was the luckiest man in the world.
“I love you,” he whispered, leaning in to kiss your forehead.
You smiled up at Ben’s words, your eyes crinkling with joy. “I love you too,” you said, snuggling closer to him.
He wrapped his arms around you, feeling the warmth of your body against his. This was his love language – touch and words of affirmation and he knew that you understood him better than anyone else. With you, he felt safe and loved, cherished and valued.
Despite not being an actress or having any involvement in Ben's industry, this never posed a problem for your relationship. You had a deep understanding of the intricacies of his work, allowing you to fully appreciate every moment spent together. Your love for each other transcended any boundaries, and in that moment, lying in bed together, nothing else mattered except the love that they shared.
The morning stretched on lazily, the sunlight filtering in through the windows casting a warm and inviting glow throughout the room. You were both lost in your own world, enjoying the simple pleasure of each other's company. The soft sheets rustled as you shifted positions, the sound muffled by the quiet contentment that filled the air.
You talked about everything and nothing, your conversations flowing easily from one topic to the next. You discussed your plans for the future travels, your hopes and dreams, and the silly little things that made you laugh. You shared stories and anecdotes, each word building a stronger connection between the two of you.
Ben couldn't help but feel grateful for this moment, for this life, for this love. He was aware that he would never encounter another individual who could evoke such emotions within him and who comprehended him with such absolute clarity. And as he lay there, with you wrapped in his arms, he felt a sense of contentment wash over him. This was what love was all about – the simple pleasures, the quiet moments of joy. And Ben knew that as long as he had you by his side, he would always be happy.
As the day drew to a close, both of you knew that you never wanted this moment to end. But as the sun began to dip below the horizon, reality began to set in. You would have to get up and face the world again soon enough. But for now, you were content to just spend time in your shared apartment, lost in your own thoughts and feelings.
Ben shifted his weight slightly, pulling you closer to him. You nestled into his embrace, sighing contentedly. He couldn't help but smile as he looked down at you. You were everything he had ever wanted in a partner – kind, caring, and beautiful both inside and out.
As the day wore on, the sunlight gave way to the soft glow of lamps and candles. You continued to talk and laugh and share stories, enjoying the freedom of a day without obligations or distractions. You explored each other's thoughts and feelings, basking in the warmth of your love.
When you found yourself back in bed after eating dinner and taking a lazy bath, snuggled up under the covers, Ben watched as your eyes drifted shut. A contented smile played at the corners of your lips when he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to them, making you feel comfortable and soothed.
“I don't think I could ever love anyone else like I love you,” he whispered.
You opened your eyes and looked up at him, your own love shining through. “I feel the same way,” you said. “You make me so happy.”
And with that, you drifted off to sleep, wrapped up in each other's arms.
The lazy Sunday morning had turned into a perfect day, full of love and contentment. Ben knew that life would never be easy, but with you by his side, he felt like he could face anything. As he closed his eyes and let sleep wash over him, he knew that he would always cherish this moment – this perfect day, this perfect love.
Fic Summary: William Thurber is left to pick up the pieces of his nightmare. Reader is a sensitive - a psychic - with knowledge of otherworldly things, and has been drawn to help William.
Characters: William Thurber, Sensitive/Psychic!Reader (F)
Words: 2k
Warnings: mention of fainting, brief mention of blood, brief use of religious language
Masterlist ~ Part 6
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warning: language, anger, stupid behaviors, angst with a happy end!
summary: Lately, too much work has fallen on Ben’s shoulders. You could see that he was walking around tired and irritated, but he did his best not to show it on his face. With such a busy schedule, he couldn’t even allow himself a day off. What will happen when one evening, after a full day of work that wasn’t exceptionally good, he comes home and one stupid question triggers an argument that normally wouldn’t happen at all?
a/n: this little piece of my work was my first request ever, so i’m pretty excited to share this with you!! i hope that the level of drama is high enough, @wolfmoonmusic hahah. i’d also like to tell you from this place that my mailbox is open and if you want, write freely with your requests<33 for now, i feel most comfortable writing about ben, moon knight and supernatural characters. the only thing i do not write is smut! (english is not my first language, i apologize for any mistakes in advance). the longer fragment in italics is a flashback!!
Pairing: Aleksander Morozova /The Darkling x Tidemaker!Reader
Summary: Snow finally falls and you want to enjoy the freezing temperatures at night in peace.
Warnings: None
Word Count: 1.3k
Authors' Note: Yes, I wrote this because it finally snowed where I live and I really missed it. This is completely plotless and pointless, I won't lie. This is also not edited and English isn't my native language.
You've lost the feeling in your nose, ears, hands and feet twenty minutes ago, but you can't bring yourself to go back inside as you stare up into the sky, snow landing on your face and settling on top of your lashes.
The wish to lay down in the thick, undisturbed layer of snow in front of you is strong but you still remember the last time Aleksander found you buried under a few centimetres of snow, his face red from anger and the freezing temperatures.
"Do you want to freeze to death?" he had asked, voice sharp as a knife as he grabbed you by the collar, quickly pulling you up to your feet before removing the snowflakes sticking to your cloak, scarf and fur hat with quick, light slaps against the fabric and fur.
He has never been able to understand your love for freezing temperatures, for ice and snow, thick cloaks and hot teas, so you decide every year to sneak out during the coldest winter nights, leaving him, comfortable in his ignorance, alone as he works the night away.
You usually make it back inside before he notices your absence, the exceptions being few and far in between, so you don't think he knows just how often you leave him during the night to enjoy the winter in peace.
Of course you wish you could spend the nights with him, surrounded by shadows and frost, but he has simply never been the type to truly get it.
In all honesty, you don't fully get it either. Why snow and ice are what has you in such a trance while almost every other Tidemaker you know feels the happiest around lakes, rivers or the ocean. Closeness to the element you control brings ease to Etheralki, at least most of the time. It's like having a weapon close by that you'd be able to wield blindly if required. Why your favourite weapon is tied to a season is a mystery, however.
Humming quietly you rub your gloved hands together before lifting them up to your lips and blowing hot hair into them, trying to get some feeling back. The metal bench you're sitting on is still ice cold and refuses to truly warm up, instead sucking the heat out of your thighs, but it's also the only place where you can sit, and it's still too early to go back inside. The first heavy snowfall of the season deserves to be appreciated.
Thick clouds are sitting in the sky, covering the stars and blocking the light of the moon, drowning the surroundings of the Little Palace in darkness, the only light source being the small lantern you carried outside with you, housing a big, white candle, proudly burning with all it's might inside of the protective metal and glass box.
It's peaceful, so peaceful in fact that you don't even notice it when somebody approaches, stuck too deep in your own thoughts to realise what's going on until the person sits down next to you and holds a steaming cup under your face. Your head whips to the side, hands moving together in case you have to defend yourself, when you finally recognize the huge black fur coat next to you.
"Sasha" you huff, fingers wrapping around the hot cup, the warmth stinging as feeling returns slowly to your hands.
"I woke up because I got cold" he confesses, a small, bashful smile visible on his lips. "And you weren't next to me, so I looked out the window to see if I could find you out here."
You're sitting on the bench closest to your shared quarters, directly visible from the windows. As cheesy and stupid as it might sound, the closeness to Aleksander brings you a similar feeling of safety and peace as the snow. Staying too far away from him, especially when you're both vulnerable, easy targets – him being asleep and you being stuck daydreaming – is almost uncomfortable.
Taking a small sip from the tea he has brought you sigh softly, leaning your head against his shoulder. The dark fur of his coat tickles a bit against your skin as you respond.
"I'm sorry, Sasha. I just wanted to get outside and enjoy the fresh snow. I completely forgot that you could wake up."
Aleksanders sleep has always been notoriously light, waking up at the slightest of sounds, change of lighting or shift in temperature. All things considered it is quite a miracle that you got to spend those previous thirty minutes undisturbed. Usually you choose to sneak out while he isn't in the palace or while he's working the night away in the war room, but tonight you simply couldn't help yourself.
He shakes his head, lifting his own cup to his lips to drink a few sips before he speaks. "Don't worry about it, milaya. I should've expected this. You've spent the whole day staring at the falling snow outside. I just assumed you wouldn't dare to leave while I slept next to you. You usually only disappear when I work."
There's a thick layer of amusement audible in his voice and it warms your heart better than any cloak or fur ever could.
"So you knew?" you ask surprised, lifting your head from his shoulder to look at him. "But you always get so mad when you catch me. I don't understand-"
"Let an old man have his fun, milaya." Aleksander cuts you off, hand moving to your shoulder to press you back against him. "Of course I notice it when you sneak out. And I come and get you when you stay out for too long. It's cute that you thought I wouldn't notice it, though. Especially considering that I always have a Heartrender around to stand guard."
You groan loudly, taking another long sip of the tea before burying your face in the Darklings thick fur coat again. It smells nice, like rosemary and burning wood, with an underlying note of something sweet. Aleksanders own smell that you've never been able to fully identify.
"So Maksim betrayed me." you murmur into the coat, taking another deep breath to take in more of the smell. Sweet berry jam, maybe?
He laughs loudly, his body shaking with the sound as he leans his head against yours. "Betrayed? He is doing his job, don't be too hard on him."
His hand rubs your back carefully and you can hear him taking a big sip from his own tea.
You sit like this for a few minutes, occasionally taking a sip from your teas, enjoying the darkness and snow. When your cup is empty you place it on the ground in front of you before you stand up to quickly sit down on his lap, hands moving inside his coat to lay flat against his back, soaking in the warmth his body gives off.
Pressing yourself tightly against him he moves to rest his chin on your head as a laugh rumbles through his body. "Are you getting cold, milaya?" he purrs, placing his own cup next to you on the bench to free his hands and hug you freely.
"I just want to be closer to you for a bit." you answer softly. His thighs are so much warmer than the cold bench, his whole body radiating heat like a fire.
"You could be even closer to me if we went back inside." Aleksander whispers back.
"I don't want to go back inside yet. The Squallers are gonna remove the snow in the morning. I want to enjoy this as long as I can."
I'm really glad to hear you enjoyed it! We mostly only have rain here as well which is why I was so shocked and happy when I saw that it's snowing. It's really early for snow, usually we don't get any until late January so I had to use the weather and write something winter/snow related. I'm so happy that I could bring some winter vibes to you! 💕
The smell thing doesn't sound weird to me tbh, I think it's honestly kinda cool that we had the same idea!
Also thank you so much for always complimenting my writing, I appreciate it a lot! I'm not used to writing things like fics in English yet and your encouragement really helps me. I seriously can't thank you enough. Hearing that my favorite writer on here enjoyed something I wrote is so special to me I don't know how to put it into words.
Pairing: Billy Russo X Reader (from A Woman Scorned)
Rating: R / 18+ only
A/N: This is a sequel to A Woman Scorned and takes place a few years after the events of AWS.
MasterList (includes links to AWS and previous chapters here)
Summary: You and Billy are happily married when tragedy strikes, jeopardizing your relationship and everything you two have built together. Can the two of you find your way back to each other or is the special bond you once shared broken forever?
Request: So imagine that he's during the online interview let's say with SaB cast. And during his speech (with camera on) they see a glimpse of a woman or hear a baby's laugh sth like this, and then they're like "What was that Ben?" and you know his eyes went wide cause he knows that they know 😂 ❤
All was set for the man of the hour. His camera was well focused and audio clear. It would be like an ordinary facetime chat only with more people and live streamed to a broad audience from around the globe. Was he nervous? A little but he was in the comfort of his home and his family would be here supporting him from the living room while he was in his office. So he was good.
“You ever miss doing the interviews in person?” (Name) asked as she gently bounced their baby girl.
“Sometimes but I’m happy to do it from home these days. I get to be with the people I love,” he endearingly said to his wife as he threw his hands in a gesture to pass him the baby he helped create.
“And I get to be here all day, every day, with this stinky little bugger,” the baby girl laughed at the silly face her daddy pulled which caused her to stretch one of her chubby hands to grab his nose. In doing so, Ben kissed his baby girl’s little hand before she went to cutely scrunch his nose.
“You happy daddy’s home?” his little girl kept smiling and giggling. “My darling, Eleanor.” Eleanor Tricia Barnes was the name bestowed upon the dark and starry-eyed child of the Barnes family that was gifted to them. She was their true pride and joy all since she was conceived.
“Yeah of course you are. Who wouldn’t be?” he teased. (Name) just rolled her eyes playfully at him.
“Mwah!” he then gave an exaggerated kiss on his daughter’s cherub cheeks, “Daddy loves you so much! You cannot imagine how much!” Ellie laughed as he began to tickle her tummy. “I can’t get enough of how you dressed our little starlight,” he continued as he gestured to the baby’s clothing. Their little one was dressed in a dark custom baby grow with printed silver antlers encasing writings in white font at the front saying, ‘Little Darkling’.
“I couldn’t help myself!” (Name) exclaimed in excitement. “It suits her.”
“It really does,” he smiled at that and their daughter just cooed, bringing smiles to the parents’ faces. His wife had been very vocal about how proud she was of him for landing a unique role (just like his previous roles).
In fact, she was obsessed with his character. Who wouldn’t obsess with such a dashing villainous character with a dark personality and a penchant for power and destruction? He found it adorable how his little wife obsessed over his character.
“Sometimes, I think you love the Darkling more than me,” he teased one time before. “No, I do not!” she quickly denied but Ben was not convinced by how smug he looked even though he was teasing her. “I just can’t help but admire my husband’s magnificent talent in acting, that’s all.” She said it ever so flamboyantly that it caused her husband to laugh at her ridiculous antics but gently so as to not interrupt his baby’s feeding time.
“Nice save on that one,” he said as he bottle-fed their dark-haired angel in his arms.
The interview began a moment later. Ben was immediately absorbed into his work of listening and answering fan questions diligently just like the rest of his co-stars (now close friends); Jessie, Archie, Freddy, Amita, and Kit as well as the addition of a special guest, creator/executive producer, Leigh Bardugo.
(Name) was occupied with folding the laundry on the couch while looking after her daughter who was laying on her stomach on the play mat gnawing the ear of her stuffed elephant that was gifted to her by her nana. Gosh, she was so adorable.
An interruption rang from the front door as the doorbell sounded off. (Name) looked away momentarily from the baby girl minding her own business towards the main entrance door wondering who it could be. Well, she could check for a quick moment since she felt confident that little Eleanor would not leave the play mat. So off she went to tend to the matter at the main entrance. It had only been a package delivery. She had placed her signature and received the package from the delivery guy.
But as soon as she returned to the living room, her child no longer occupied the soft play mat. She silently freaked out and looked around for the runaway. ‘She couldn’t have gone far,’ (Name) thought to herself. The mother had only been gone for a measly 2 minutes. Eleanor was not anywhere in the living room, the kitchen, or the dining area. Panic was starting to rise in her body and negative thoughts flooded her mind. ‘Oh shit! I am such a bad mom! I should have put her in the bouncer and strapped her in. But I didn’t think she would really run off!!’
Her near meltdown faded away once she heard her baby’s laughter down the hallway that led to Ben’s office. She laughed in utter relief and rushed to Ellie’s location. She saw the little Barnes cutely crawling down the hall; her diapered tush wiggling as she babbled and harrumphed.
“Now where do you think you’re running off to, starlight?” (Name) chuckled as she walked to her rebel of a child. Ellie stopped and turned to her beloved ‘mama’ and smiled as if she didn’t commit a felony. “Ah, ah. Don’t play coy with me, you little rascal.” Unbeknownst to them, Ellie had stopped her ‘running’ and stopped at her father’s office door… which was left ajar.
“How has everyone adjusted to the ongoing pandemic?” the interviewer asked the cast members. Some answered with sentences like:
“We were lucky to wrap up season one by the time quarantine began and get home safely…” the writer announced to everyone.
“Right now, I’d say for everyone we’re just chillaxing with the addition of disinfecting,” Kit joked making everyone laugh.
“So true,” Jessie chimed in.
“Yes, it caused quite a panic for us since we worried for our families and friends,” Freddy commented which everyone agreed to.
“I understand some of you guys are parents as well. Was it Archie and Ben?”
“Yes.” “Yeah.” They both replied at the same time.
“I apologize for this being too personal and late but I wanted to congratulate Archie and Ben on being fathers,” the interviewer complimented them which caused the two men to smile shyly and bashfully. Everyone in the chat applauded ‘softly’ and some whopped in cheer.
“How are the little ones?” Amita asked her friends.
“So great.”- Archie
“Wonderful.” - Ben
“Totally kicking my ass.” – Archie
“Ha ha ha ha ha!” laughed everyone including the interviewer.
“Can’t disagree with that statement,” Ben said to his co-star.
“Fans can’t get enough of how the show’s two rivals are now fathers. Both of you have baby girls, right?”
Ben and Archie said ‘yes’ and introduced their names.
“Iris”
“Eleanor”
“Such lovely names!” The men smiled then thanked the interviewer.
“Alright, then what can we expect from the next seaso- ” their interviewer got interrupted by a series of giggles belonging to a baby, that came from behind Ben through the gaping door to his office. Ben was using his MacBook and was seated not too far from the door in case his wife needed him.
“What was that?” Freddy barely completed his sentence as he could feel himself chuckling. Archie himself knew what that sound was as he himself was familiar with the sound of a baby’s laughter.
They heard the giggles again and a faint sound of a woman playfully scolding them. Ben half covered his face with his hand but it was evident to everyone including the viewers that he was smiling as well as chuckling from how his shoulders shook.
“You’re such a troublemaker, huh? But you’re my troublemaker,” the woman continued to say.
The webcam showed how Ben’s eyes directed towards the sound with a look of happiness.
“Was that Baby Barnes?” Kit asked in mock shock and playfulness. The comment section started going crazy, heating up with so many questions and sweet messages regarding Ben’s baby.
Omg! I heard Ben’s baby!!!🥰🥰🥰🥰
Special guest Eleanor Barnes💫
Please let Baby Barnes join the chat!
❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️💘
💕Has to be adorable if her daddy is 🥵Ben Barnes😎
Love how Ben is all smiles when it’s about his daughter!!
👶👶👶🥰🥰🥰😍😍😍
“Aww she sounds adorable,” Amita cooed.
(Name) then poked her head out the door which gave the cast and viewers a brief glimpse of her figure or rather face. She leaned slightly so she could keep her daughter out of the camera’s view. One of the things Ben and (Name) prioritized was safeguarding their daughter from social media.
“Sorry, love. She ran off,” she apologized guiltily for having to interrupt Ben’s work. But her husband dismissed it. “It’s fine. How’s the little one?”
“She’s good. Our mischief-maker ran off without me looking,” she stopped as she felt their daughter get antsy which signaled that it was her feeding time. A small chubby hand pulled at her hair and played with the strands. Ben laughed when he heard what his daughter had done.
“Is that (Name)? Hi, (Name)!” Jessie called out excitedly. Since Ben and Jessie began working together it brought (Name) and the young actress close together and become really good friends. She had also become a really good aunt to their darling Eleanor.
“Oh Jessie says ‘hi’” Ben pointed out to his screen.
“Oh…Oh! They can see me?! I’m so sorry for interrupting! Hi Jessie darling! Hi everyone! I’m gonna go now! Love you!” And immediately (Name) went off and closed the door shut in case the little rebel ran off to her father’s office. Ben’s co-stars sent their greetings as well before she dashed off.
Ben blew her kiss and waved her. “Love you too.”
“Wow that was an unexpected but cute interruption,” Kit announced out of the blue. His statement caused everyone including their audience to crack up.
“It really was cute!” Leigh smiled.
“Now I’m starting to wish my daughter interrupted me, aah,” Archie joked. He as a father understood that there is no such thing as privacy but it was not at all a bad thing. Not at all. It was like a wonderful surprise. Laughter just kept ringing through the web chat.
“That was really nice, wasn’t it?” Amita asked them. “It really lightened up the mood. I love it.”
“Yeah! Ben should have his kid screeching more often!” Freddy offered jokingly.
“Screeching?!” Ben exclaimed in mock shock, “I’ll have you know, Mr. Carter. That my daughter is blessed with the voice of an angel.” He added that bit in a serious tone.
Their laughter and bantering nearly took up most of the online interview but it brought out the good in these people. The audience was eating everything up and savoring how sweet Ben and (Name) were to each other.
“Sadly, that is all the time we have, thank you so much to our panel and to everyone at home watching. Can’t wait to see the next season of Shadow and Bone. You can keep up with Shadow and Bone on their official Twitter, Facebook, and Instagram pages. Thank you!”
The cast and the creator bid each other farewell and returned to their daily lives. Ben closed his laptop and left his office to return to his family. He saw (Name) feeding their daughter what looked like banana puree. Eleanor was strapped in the high chair diligently eating but paused when she noticed her father coming her way. The girl began to swing her legs in excitement and reached out her palms to him.
Ben laughed as he rushed to his baby’s side as if he was impatient. He rubbed his thumbs on her chubby cheeks and then placed a long loving kiss on her dark downy head. Eleanor cooed so adorably at Ben and gave a gummy smile.
“How was the interview?” (Name) asked her husband who now began wiping away the drool and puree around his baby girl’s mouth.
“Was really good, actually. We had an amazing laugh and exchange of banter. They loved how you disrupted our interview.” He smiled at the last sentence.
“I’m really sorry! I never meant to interfere, babe. Really.” (Name) felt so guilty for causing a scene.
“It’s alright,” he reassured her by wrapping her in his arms. “In fact, you were amazing. Everybody in the chat thought you were cute.”
“I don’t if I should be happy or embarrassed,” she muttered unsure.
“It’s good, darling.”
Ben and (Name) looked at each other deeply and leaned in for a passionate kiss. (Name) could never get enough of her husband’s kisses. The way their lips melded like two long-lost lovers on their honeymoon (corny, I know). The kiss didn’t last long as they were interrupted by a loud babble and cry.
The couple looked to the little one who stared at them in pure wonder before laughing at the two as if they did a funny bit. This caused the mom and dad to laugh as well at their daughter’s silly antics. “Looks like Ellie is developing a knack for interrupting people. You really are a mischief-maker,” Ben teased.
The Barnes household was always filled with laughter, joy, and love. Now more than ever, Ben and (Name) made it their goal to protect their child from the virus that had taken over the world.
Man... did this take forever but I'm glad that I managed to finish this fic. I have apologized for one too many times for the delay in my work but it's gotten difficult to find the motivation to keep writing. But now my inspiration is back and I no longer have writer's block. There will be an alternate fic to this one coming soon, very soon actually. It is similar but very different. I wrote it in my own vision but it will be a gift to the anonymous user who requested this current Ben Barnes fic.
So to the anonymous, I apologize for making you wait and in addition, there will be another fic coming soon. Hope you enjoy this one-shot. Thank you to everyone who has loved and supported my work.
Say you’ll come with me and I’ll marry you tonight.
A princess, wed in secret under the cover of darkness to a lowborn bastard blacksmith. You deserve better.
We’ll wed at dawn, with every witness we can gather — no secrets, no darkness. Not here or in Winterfell. So, Ser Gendry, will you have me?
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