:: Safe:: “I’ll keep you safe for the rest of my life, my love!” >>>> Part 2
Part one -> here
|Pairing : Knight! Ben x Princess! Reader ||Rating : 18+ (violence baby) |||After everything you two had been through the past months, the situation at the border was getting rougher. Do not fear, he is here for you. Always and forever, my dear lady. |Warnings : bl00d, improper use of Y/N, violence eaten for breakfast, he goes on a rampage to keep you safe (he’s a sweetie, under all the bl00d and g0re) ||Sinop. :
When I knock at your door at night You open it for me When I look at your plate hungry You give it to me When I told you I loved you You told me the same
Ok, I am sooooooo sorry for everyone who was lowkey waiting for the final part since fkn july?! This little baby was written and rewritten so many times it actually became a comedy in it's own deciding the ending. Hope yall like it <3 - k0k0
It was a beautiful and warm early-autumn morning, the sun shone only shy from the brightness of the summer. You were by the window, your arms resting lazily on the windowsill and head laid on the arms, gazing out into the garden where you could hear from your chamber in the castle a very distinguishable “Damn you, Tennyson!” And half the garden was burnt to a crisp as Ben tried again to train one of his forms – some tall rocky entity covered in flames. You came accustomed with his other forms, maybe even more than you’d love to acknowledge.
He always found some silly name for his forms and some stuck with you. How could they not if he began being comfortable with them around you an barely staying human as it was. Not to mention the young knight became even more reckless and full of himself after his grandfather took over the kingdom. Too right out, too daring – even picking up fights with old commanders and captains just to ‘test his powers and capabilities’. “Don’t worry, my lady! I’ll win for you, every time. That’s a promise.” You heard that more often than hello, like he was trying to prove you a point.
You shook your head seeing the destruction in the courtyard; not that it’s the first time, by the way, and stepped away from the window, making your way outside slowly. In situations such as this you always had to bail him out and sweet talk the old gardener into not turning your lover into plant manure or a woodchopping stomper.
And just as predicted, not even two steps out the side threshold and old man Levin was loosing his mind. Poor man thought that retiring from knighthood after etching his own son the basics and becoming the castle’s garden was going to be a good retirement plan. Little I did he know- “Never in my 142 years of age have I ever met someone as insufferable, as reckless,” Has this man even seen his fucking son? “As downright destructive as you, Tennyson.” Yup. Jus anormal, regular day in this castle.
“You’re lucky that I have the upmost respect for your grandfather or else-” You finally cleared your throat, making them both turn their attention to you “My lady, apologies for not noticing you sooner” “Hi bae~” you lightly smacked the back of his head feigning annoyance at the overused patname. No really, people who didn’t know might say that it’s your name with how much he calls you that. “Pleaseforgivemeeee” he said extremely fast as he melted against your side. If emotional manipulation would be a person, that was Ben wen he was trying to get out of trouble. You brushed it off and were now talking his way out of punishment, the biggest grace you managed to earn was getting his ass to work and help clean up all the mess, replant everything that was destroyed – while still fully human. No monsters allowed until the garden was going to look better.
He grumbled, but agreed in the end, as he knew that there wasn’t really a way out with the ex-knight; when Levin wanted to make things even, he never stopped until he saw to it. The whole morning and afternoon was set with you asking sure ben was not using some kind of trick to speed up the process. “Y/N, this is tortureee” he whined walking up to you and leaning on your side, too tired to do anything else. Ben yawned and closed his eyes grumbling about the knights being a pain in his ass.
“Honey, you’re one too” “Which makes it even worse-! I just want to sleep for a decade… or two- make it three.”
You couldn’t help but snicker at his misery, petting his fury chocolate hair, fingers playing softly with brushed out curls. A baby is what Ben was most of the time when he refused to do his work the right and proper way for a young knight. You got used to it though, there wasn’t much you could’ve done about it anyways. He morphed into some cute critter with long pointy ears and green eyes the size of a small teacup resting plate. “Don’t you dare use those tricks on me, mister. You destroy the yards a thousand time a day. You have no escape from this you know?”
Late into the evening, at your door knocked once, twice, thrice your very loving boyfriend, bringing you some oddly good looking and intact flowers. “Beautiful flowers-” he bowed, jokingly Ashe knew you got annoyed when he did that “for a beautiful lady.” You welcomed him inside, closing the door and throwing a small blanket on the ground, kicking it with your feet till the seem of the door, to muffle any sound that might be unwelcome to the others. And after all, eavesdropping was no stranger to the people of the castle; the last thing you needed was people knowing what you talked with Ben in the late of night, when the. Moon was up.
“So? How’s the work coming along, mister destroyer of human things?” You teased, punching his armoured arm- big mistake, it was too hard. “Ouch” he laughed, “well I sure hope it’s ouch, bae. It’s supposed to keep us alive during battle.” The battle of what? Cuddling your lady to sleep? Oh woe are the nights for such difficult hardships. Jokes aside, he was right, no one knows. When or if an attack will happen and with the situation of your father’s passing and the neighboring kingdoms already having been very snarky with the borders in the past, no one could take any risks.
They knew the Tennyson’s took over, so they have been docile until now. If it were for someone else to take over the throne, some random high courtesan, they would’ve attacked until now, a dozen times. Politics in this region had always been very difficult, not by complexity but how fast people change their opinions on who their allies were and who their enemies were. And with the monsters still roaming free and even having mixed with humans – this was going o be so much more interesting.
“The work on he court yard, Ben-” you asked again, this time actually being serious. You watched as the an in front of you squirmed and rubbed the back of his head, muttering nonesense about how he also had training and it was faster to use one of his forms if he was allowed and ah blabbering blabberin. “So you’re stalling” “My princess-”
“No more kisses for you tonight! And I am serious this time!”
He dropped on his knees in front of you like a defeated man being denied water in the desert, wrapping his arms around your las and poking up at you with puppy dog eyes. No transformation just him. You had to admit, human or not, those pretty green eyes always got you to bend your ‘cruel’ punishments and allow him some wiggle room.
Sighing, you pulled him up and in bed with you. “You’re Lucy I love you, idiot…”
The skies roared, clouds rated as acid rain pour relentlessly from them; the ground shook violently making experienced fighters behave like a sailboat’s helper on their first day at the job; bodies swinging left and right as they tried to move outside and see what was going on. No, not to see what was going on but rather what was causing whatever abnormality this was. People ran left and right outside, screaming their heads off, trying to take as many people out of danger – children and elderly being swooped up in run down or-not-so-run-down carts, with tapestry or bedcloth above everyone’s head to try and minimize the effect of the corrosive acid that fell from the sky.
The ground shook again, more violently than before, and if the ruckus until then did not wake you up, it sure woke ben up. Hours ago, he felt it coming, his body reacted to this odd feeling that something was amiss. He didn’t really sleep, not really, he just held onto you as you blissfully unaware slept during the night. You couldn’t have know on the things that were going to happen, because the cause wasn’t human. The tennysons have been training for this day for generations, they knew that he will return and try to take control of the land the humans had.
A force they once feared only as a fable now returned tenth fold – most would say the end of the worl had begun. Many kingdoms, villages that were autonomous have already been thrashed and torn into pieces, their humans long killed or taken in as slaves for the monster of al monsters. Even the non-humans feared this man, this creature. Not obeying his orders would’ve meant certain death.
When you had the courage to get out of the sheets, to an empty room with a shattered window, you wanted all of this to be only a bad dream. The or glass must’ve shattered at the force of the tai-fun outside, you cautiously stepped around it to your door, but then another small, powerful earthquake hit, making you fall back. You landed into the glass, despite your best attempts to avoid it,the shards piercing your skin, ripping through the lairs of meat and drawing out blood. You didn’t scream, you couldn’t afford to scream. In moments like this, weakness was what killed many until now, man more to come in seconds after that.
The pain, although unbearable, you rolled onto your front and crawled to the door, punching I ope with a groan and finally being able to stand up holding onto the doorframe still. Some poor scribe was running up and down the stairs carrying heavy scrolls and archived documents, trying to save them, to store them in the deepest pits of the castle where no one would ever find them. Only he’d know. He was well trined for situations like this one, but even he was panicking, sweat running down his forehead. All for the sake of bureaucracy, even in times such as these.
Why was this happening, why cannot you and the people catch a break from everything going down south. You just want a breather, a small opening of air in a putrid and collapsing cave, even if you know that it might be the last one- the past year was your air pocket. Your last air pocket. You cursed under your breath, dusting off the bits of glass still clinging to your skin or clothes and rushed down the stairs of your tower into the main hall. There was a barricade of knights, trying to hold onto the doors closed. Something- someone was trying to get inside. No ben in sight yet.
“Augustus where is everyone?” You asked one of the more seasoned knights that you knew well from standing guard by your father’s throne back in the day. He did not respond, but the Grimm look on his face was talking enough for you to know that the monsters were responsible for this – the man hated them and wore that same scowl ever since they had their first border clash with them. Whomever planed this, planned it well. They weren’t going to just destroy everything in sight, no no no, they were going to kill the interimar ruler, they were going to seize the throne— who knows what else the monsters had in mind. They were not human, they did not think like humans; they hold grudges generationally, they believe that the earth is dying by a disease walking on 2 legs, talking and calling themselves people. You.. overheard Gwen and Kevin talking once.
“Not much until the day…” “Have his unplanned plans ever failed?”
In hainsight, it was obvious; it had been so obvious fro the get go. The scholar running was trying to hide the evidence, the physician that ‘treated’ your father was poisoning him the dispatchment of knights from the borders, cutting ties with neighbours— a spear the size of a support pillar cut through the door with unspeakable force, unfortunately sticking many soldiers in the process. Te room filled with screams as blood sprayed onto everything, everyone, someone’s guts, twisted and glistening in red hitting your legs.
You felt bile raise so far up your throat— but fear is cruel and did not allow you to do anything else than swallow drily and tremble. Your breathing hitched and shook as the spear retracted just as fast, clearly aiming for another blow. Your feet moved before your mind could ever register what was happening, you were running aimlessly back into the caste, deep; deeper than you ever were, deeper than you ever should. You felt a presence behind you, a sharp pain in the back of your head and everything… faded to black.
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When you came around, you were back in your room, the window was not broken anymore, your cuts however still there. You tried to stand up, but your head was hurting on much. “Mornin, lovely… sould’ve known you’d try to run and se what was going on. Humans are so fucking guillable.”
You looked up. It was Ben alright… not your ben though. He’d never be this cruel in a situation like this, he’d never- “I did promise I’ll protect you though… Never said anything about the others”
“But you’re a hero!” “Hero-” he scoffed, leaning on the wall in front of your bed, playing with a small blade “it’s funny because last I checked I am helping people, my kind of people.Even through blood, I do not have a no-killing rule, bae.”
He came closer, grabbing your hand and placing the blade in it. Your hand shook feeling the metal and leather in your grasp, the item much heavier than it was supposed to be. “You will use this on any mother fucker that doesn’t get the memo you’re mine. Human or not.” He rolled you fingers oddly gently to tighten your fist around the small weapon. “I’ll always keep you safe, my lady.“ He gave your lips a small peck before quickly turning into some mortifying creature- black and blue, wings…. Frigid
And with a swoosh he rejoined the outside, phasing through the exterior wall with a howl.
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