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The Creed of Chaos

A Mr Ben Fan Fic

THIS IS THE MAY MASTER

Happy The Mandalorian & Grogu Day!

If you’ve been following my Mr Ben stories you know what your going to get but this is one that can be read om it’s own too. To read the last chapter click here there is also a main page for this set of fics.

Synopsis:- Mr Bens class are lacking motivation for mock exams, you manage to make sure everyone’s attention is grabbed.

Word Count:- 5200

Warnings:- DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18! Teacher/teacher relationship, workplace romance, classroom secrecy, suggestive themes, explicit sexual content, oral sex, power dynamics in a professional setting, rule breaking, risk of professional consequences, student-adjacent chaos (non-sexual), use of costumes/cosplay themes, emotional intensity, consensual sexual content between adults, humour mixed with intimacy, & morally grey behaviour in a school environment.

This is the fic I had going on in the back ground which helped inspire the whole challenge, so I hope you have all enjoyed this. See you tomorrow for some calmness.

Easter break is well & truly over. You’re now both back at school trying to get your 16 & 18 year olds ready for exams & everyone else ready for mocks. You do often find yourself day dreaming about the engagement moon you & Ben took. It may have only been a few days in a 4 star hotel with a spa in somewhere much warmer than here, but it was everything. You did have some family members ask why you weren’t tanned but they didn’t want to know what went on in your hotel room. The Do Not Disturb sign firmly on the door.

But now you stand in your classroom at the end of the day putting up a new display board, hanging onto the memories of what you & your now fiancé got up to when the lights went off.

As you pin henry the 8th to the royal family tree the door swings open. You don’t even have to sniff the smell or turn around, just from the way the door hit the wall you know who it is.

“Babes…”

“How did you…”

“You don’t think I don’t know how youngling doors open Ben”

“Fair enough” he says & now you turn around, stripy shirt, hair disheveled, smelling of coffee & smug as he always is. Yea that’s your man. You sigh at the look in his eyes “that bad huh” he says.

“Yep” you say “who’s upset you today.”

“Year 10 as always, they aren’t taking their mocks seriously”

Ben dropped into one of the student chairs at the front of your room like he’d been personally defeated by Year 10 energy alone.

“I just need them to concentrate,” he said, rubbing a hand over his face. “That’s it. That’s the whole job. It shouldn’t be this hard.”

You glanced over your shoulder from the display board, pin still between your fingers. “They’re 15 babes. Concentration is, like, a mythological creature to them.”

He huffed a laugh, but it didn’t quite land. “No, but genuinely. I’ve set them a revision task & half of them are staring at me like I’ve personally cancelled Star Wars.”

That got your attention.

You turned properly now, leaning against the desk. “Star Wars? Whats that got to do with mocks & exams, other than a Jedi training school?”

Ben pointed vaguely toward the corridor. “New film. Trailer dropped. They’ve been feral since break. I swear I heard someone say they were ‘mentally unavailable’ due to Grogu using the force.” He raises his hand. He’s already lost the battle.

You blinked. “…That’s actually impressive multitasking.”

“Don’t encourage them.”

“I’m not encouraging them,” you said, walking over, voice lighter now. “I’m just saying… you’re fighting the wrong battle.”

He looked up at you, exhausted, hair falling into his eyes. “Oh, am I?” He holds his head in his hands “I usually don’t, I can then get them back to the current world.”

You stepped closer, hands sliding onto his shoulders without thinking. His whole body softened under your touch immediately, like it was muscle memory. Comfort he needed

“Yes,” you said simply. “You’re trying to pull their attention back in.”

“I am a teacher,” he muttered.

“& I am telling you baby…”you said, squeezing gently, “grab their imagination, Ben. You’re the best at that.” That made him pause.

He glanced up at you properly now. “That sounds suspiciously like one of your ideas that ends with me in a costume.”

“You started the cosplay journey”You smiled sweetly. “But Not necessarily does it need to be like that…”

Then, softer: “Okay… maybe a little bit necessarily.”

He let out a low laugh, tipping his head back against your hands. “I knew it.”

“But think about it,” you went on, more animated now. “They’re not ignoring you because they don’t care. They’re ignoring you because you’re competing with something bigger than a textbook right now.”

“Mandalorian,” he said flatly. “More Pedro Pascal, even if you can’t see his face.”

“Exactly,” you nodded. “So stop trying to out revision it.”

His brows lifted slightly. “& instead…?”

You leaned in just a little, voice dropping like you were letting him in on something obvious. “Make them want your story more.”

That landed.

You could see it in the shift of his expression, the way his brain started turning even while he still looked mildly annoyed at the concept of teenagers having opinions.

“So what,” he said slowly, “I just… become Star Wars? I go all Jedi?”

You smiled. “Ben. You know what you have to do”

He scoffed, but there was no bite in it anymore. “That’s a terrifying statement.”

“You walk into a room dressed like a Roman general & they behave for a week.”

“That was one time.”

“& Cupid.”

“Also one time.”

“What about….”

“Okay,” he cut in quickly, pointing at you now, “don’t list my crimes of cosplay.”

You laughed, hands still resting on his shoulders, thumbs brushing lightly. “I’m just saying. You don’t need to fight for their attention. You just need to redirect it.”

He looked at you for a moment, then leaned forward slightly, resting his forearms on your desk like he was conceding defeat in the most reluctant way possible.

“…So what do you suggest, my wise yoda?”

You pulled at face at him calling your yoda but then giggled.

“Give them a challenge,” you said. “Make it a game. Make it bigger than the film. Bigger than the lesson.”

His eyes narrowed slightly. “You’re enjoying this.”

“Always, it’s painful but it always end up fun.”

He sighed, but you could already see the idea forming behind his eyes now, that familiar spark of chaos returning.

“Right,” he said slowly. “So I basically weaponise their obsession.”

“Now you’re getting it.”

“& I’m guessing,” he added, looking up at you again, “this is where you tell me I’m going to regret listening to you.”

“Ben you started this with gladiator” You tilted your head. “But yea you Probably will.”

He nodded once. “Yeah. That tracks.”

Then he reached up, catching your wrist gently & pulling your hand off his shoulder just long enough to press a quick kiss to your knuckles.

“Fine,” he muttered. “But if this ends with me in another costume…”

You grinned. “You started this career choice, babe. You love it don’t shy away.”

He stood, finally a bit more alive than when he’d walked in. “I hate that you’re right so often.”

“I don’t,” you said brightly. He paused at the door, looking back at you with that familiar mix of fondness & resignation.”Grab their imagination, Ben,” you repeated softly.

He pointed at you once. “I’m going to regret asking what that means.” He then goes to leave but pauses & looks back at you “love you honey” he winks & Then he was gone. You sighed, as your heart fluttered, you went back to your display board smiling, already knowing, whatever he came up with next… you were absolutely going to make it worse.

Three days later, school had settled into that early may revision season exhaustion where everyone was technically working… but emotionally stressed or checked out.

You were in the lunch hall queue, half listening to two teachers debating whether Year 11 revision timetables were “motivational” or “just psychological warfare,” when you felt a familiar cluster of energy approaching.

You turned just in time to see a group of Year 10s hovering awkwardly near your table you sit at when you have to monitor the canteen.

“Miss…” one of them started.

You raised a brow. “That tone already tells me I’m about to be involved in something I didn’t agree to.”

They exchanged looks. Then Sophie, your favourite child in your tutor, stepped forward, clearly designated spokesperson. “It’s about Mr Ben.”

That got your attention immediately.

You set your lunch down slowly. “Right. Go on.”

Another student leaned in, conspiratorial. “He’s doing a test next week.”

“I’m aware,” you said carefully wondering where this was going

“& he said,” Sophie continued, “that if we take it seriously… we get Star Wars chaos.”

You paused.

“…Star Wars chaos,” you repeated. You’re now concerned you’ve accidentally sent Ben into a rabbit hole he can’t handle.

A few of them nodded eagerly like this was sacred curriculum.

“He said,” another added quickly, “that if 80% of us do well, he’ll ‘reward us properly’ but he wouldn’t say what it is.”

You stared at them for a second. Of course he did. Of course he’d promised teenagers Star Wars chaos like it was a formal assessment objective. Your mind is now wondering if he even has any Star Wars costumes at home, of if you’ll be turning the dinning room curtain spur of the moment into a jedi robe.

You pressed your lips together to stop yourself smiling too obviously. “& you’ve come to me… why exactly?”

Sophie shrugged. “Because you help us with his lessons sometimes.”

“That’s not how teaching works,” you said immediately.

Another boy spoke up. “Please, miss. We just need revision help. He’s actually scary when he’s disappointed. You know that the most.”

That made you snort despite yourself.

“Fair point,” you admitted.

They all relaxed slightly. You tapped your fingers against your tray, thinking. Then slowly, an idea formed. You looked back up at them.

“Right,” you said lightly. “Here’s what’s going to happen.” They straightened instantly.

“You’re going to revise,” you continued. “Properly. Not half-hearted, not ‘I’ll just watch a video & hope for the best’ or ask chat gpt about it.”

A few guilty faces. You are all to well aware how revision has changed in the last couple of years.

“&,” you added, a little softer now, “you’re going to come see me at lunch every day this week in my class room.

Their eyes widened. “Really?”

“But,” you said quickly, lifting a finger, “you do not tell mr Ben…”

Silence.

Then: “Wait…what?”

You smiled sweetly. “If he finds out, I lose control of the situation. & frankly, I enjoy chaos when it’s correctly managed. & let’s be honest Mr Ben secretly enjoys it too. I mean he started these dress ups, he can keep them going.”

Sophie grinned. “So you’re helping us cheat the system?”

You gasped lightly. “No. I am helping you revise efficiently.”

The kids looked at each other their smiles lifting.

“…Which may or may not improve your chances of achieving Star Wars chaos.”

That sealed it. They all lit up instantly.

“YES MISS.”

“We’re so passing this test.”

“This is actually sick.”

You bit into your salad. You pointed at them as they started backing away, already buzzing. “Not a word to Mr Ben.”

They mimed zipping their mouths shut.

As they disappeared back into the hall, you finally let yourself smile properly.

Because honestly? Ben was about to be very, very confused next week & you were absolutely going to enjoy every second of it.

2 weeks later, the school had that post-assessment calm that never really lasted long enough to enjoy properly. Papers were marked, results were starting to come in & Year 10 had been suspiciously… proud of themselves.

You were just finishing tidying your desk & packing your lap top away when there was a knock at your classroom door.

Not a student knock. Not a quick check-in knock. A Ben knock. Confident. Familiar. Slightly dramatic.

You didn’t even look up properly. “Come in.”

The door opened.

He stood there in his usual post-teaching state, tie slightly loosened, sleeves pushed up, that look on his face like he’d been holding in a thought all the way down the corridor and couldn’t wait any longer.

“Can I have a word babes…”he said.

You finally looked up. “That sounds ominous. Why?”

He stepped inside, closing the door behind him. A pause. Then, slowly:

“My Year 10s got 92% in their exam.”

Silence. You blinked once. Then a second time.

“…92%” you repeated carefully. “Wow” He nodded. Slowly. Watching you now. Very, very intently.

“That’s suspiciously high,” you said.

“It’s an excellent result,” he replied, but there was something in his tone now. Something knowing.

You leaned back slightly in your chair. “That’s… really impressive for them. You must be very proud.”

“Mhm,” he said. “Especially considering how deeply unbothered they usually are by everything I say.”

You nodded slowly & tried not to give the game away . “True.”

Another pause. His eyes didn’t leave yours.

“So,” he said casually, “I started thinking about how suddenly motivated they were. How they started asking for extra revision. How they were suddenly… very organised.”

You swallowed slightly. “Right. I mean these mocks mean they can be set for next year’s exams.”

“& then,” he continued, “I remembered something you said to me. About grabbing their imagination.”

“Did I?” You cleared your throat claiming innocents . “I say a lot of things.”

“Mhm,” he repeated again. He took a step closer now.

“& then I remembered,” he added, “how they kept mentioning you in passing. Lunch revision. ‘Miss said this.’ ‘Miss helped us with that.’ Very helpful, apparently.”

You stared at a point just over his shoulder. Knowing making full eye contact would give you away & also make you feel all unnecessary.

“…I am a very supportive colleague,” you said carefully.

Ben hummed. “You are.”

Another pause. A small laugh from him before he tried to make eye contact.

Then, softly: “You helped them, didn’t you?”

You opened your mouth. Your eyes locked. Closed it again. That was enough. His expression changed instantly, not annoyed, not angry. Just that slow, inevitable realisation settling in. Soft but realising defeat.

“Oh my God,” he said quietly.

You pressed your lips together. He laughed. Properly this time. Head tipping back slightly, one hand coming up to his face.

“You absolutely did,” he said, pointing lightly at you now. “You absolutely interfered with my revision results.”

You tried to stay composed. “I prefer the term educational enrichment.”

“Enrichment?” he repeated, still laughing. “You ran a covert lunchtime revision operation behind my back.”

You shrugged. “They were stressed & it helped them. I also only helped a couple…”

“… you decided to become a secret academic benefactor?” He interrupted.

“I like chaos when it’s correctly managed,” you said calmly. That made him laugh harder.

He stepped closer to your desk now, bracing both hands on it & leaning in slightly. “So let me get this straight,” he said. “While I was thinking I was finally winning as a teacher…”

You tilted your head. “Yes?”

“You were over here running… what, revision intelligence?”

You smiled innocently. “Maybe.”

He shook his head, still grinning. “I knew something was off. There is no universe where my Year 10s suddenly become that responsible without external influence.”

You gave a small, proud shrug.

“They were very motivated,” you said.

Then he sighed, rubbing a hand through his hair secretly proud of the hand you had in this.

“…I can’t believe you actually helped them.”

“You’re welcome,” you said. “Makes you look good.” You wink “you always do though babes.”

He looked at you again, softer now. Fond in that quiet, knowing way he got when he stopped pretending to be annoyed.

“You do realise,” he said, “this is exactly how I end up in ridiculous situations at work.”

You smiled sweetly. “You started it with Star Wars chaos.”

He pointed at you again. “That was a promise. Not an invitation for educational espionage.”

You leaned back in your chair, completely unbothered now. “& yet, here we are….” You pause before winking “…once again” He exhaled a laugh, shaking his head again before finally straightening.

“I’m telling them it doesn’t count,” he said.

“You absolutely are not.” You bluntly reply.

“I am,” he said immediately.

“You’ll ruin my reputation.”

“You ruined mine first,” he shot back.

That made you pull a face at him thar said so much without saying a word.

He stepped around your desk now, leaning down just enough to press a quick, affectionate kiss to your forehead.

“You’re unbelievable,” he murmured.

You smiled up at him. “& yet, you love me.”

Ben blushes before then making eye contact “always”.

He leaned in for the kiss but that’s when the school bell rang.

“Damn” he muttered “I wanted to teach you a lesson, but I bet…” you shake your head & he pauses. You then get up.You waited until the corridor outside was finally quiet. No footsteps. No chatter. No risk. Then, very deliberately, you reached past Ben locked the classroom door shut.

Ben turned slowly. “What are you doing?”

You leaned back against the door, arms folding, expression far too calm. “Locking it. I have no lesson 4, it’s marking time”

He raised a brow. “That usually means something dramatic is about to happen.”

You smiled. “Maybe you should put me in detention, Mr Ben. For the wrong type of student encouragement.”

Bens mouth twitched. “Oh?” He wasn’t going to say no though.

You tilted your head. “I’ve been interfering with lessons. Undermining authority. Helping students pass your tests without telling you.”

He stepped closer as you slowly walked back from your classroom door.

His eyes narrowed slightly, amused now. “You’re enjoying this.”

“Maybe I am.” That earned a quiet laugh from him. He glanced toward the blinds, then back at you.

“…Turn around,” he said.

You blinked. “Excuse me?”

“Turn around,” he repeated, softer this time. “If we’re doing detention properly, I’m at least pretending to follow procedure. So turn miss” the way he said miss set off lust in your body.

You rolled your eyes, but turned slightly anyway. You heard the blinds slide down. The room dimmed. When you turned back, he was already watching you.

“That’s very dramatic for a fake detention,” you said.

He shrugged. “You started it.”

You took a step forward. “I think you’ll find you started it with Star Wars chaos & emotional manipulation of teenagers.”

“Educational engagement,” he corrected instantly.

You laughed. “Of course.”

A pause settled between you, slower now, warmer, the kind that always crept in when neither of you bothered pretending anymore.

“So,” he said, leaning lightly against your desk, “what exactly are you guilty of?”

You stopped in front of him. “Helping your class do too well.”

He nodded once. “Mm. Serious offence.”

“Mm-hm.” you licked your lips.

“& how do you plead?”

You smiled slightly. “Not sorry in the slightest.” You then tugged on his tie. That made him exhale a laugh under his breath.

“Bad student,” he murmured.

“Bad teacher,” you shot back.

His eyebrows lifted. “Careful.”

“Or what?”

That stopped him just long enough to change the air between you again. Then he stepped closer, so you were now technically on the edge of your desk.

“You keep talking like that,” he said quietly, “& detention’s going to take longer than usual.”

You didn’t move. “Is that a threat or a promise, Mr Ben?” He secretly loves it when you call him that.

“Depends,” he said softly, “are you going to behave?”

You tilted your head. “No.” Bold blunt & honest. That did it.

He let out a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “Worst student I’ve ever had.”

“Best one you’ve ever wanted to kiss,” you replied instantly.

“The only one”

Then his hand lifted, just barely brushing your waist as if checking you were still real in front of him.

“I thought detention was about discipline,” you said softly.

“It is,” he replied.

“Then why are you looking at me like that?”

That made him pause. Then he exhaled a slow laugh, shaking his head like he’d given up pretending.

“Because you’re impossible,” he said quietly.

“& yet?”

“& yet,” he repeated, softer now.

The minimal space between you disappeared without either of you deciding it.

His hand slid properly to your waist this time, steadying you like he didn’t trust either of you to behave anymore. Your fingers lightly caressed the front of his shirt.

Then you murmured, “So what happens in detention, Mr Ben?”

His voice dropped.

“Usually,” he said, “I tell students off.” He moved the hair off your face”… But you’re a very distracting case.”

You smiled. “Am I?”

“Extremely baby.” That was all it took.

Ben who so often control himself with you at school suddenly had a primal urge. Ben kissed you like he’d been thinking about it for years .

Slow at first. Deliberate. Like he was savouring the moment like it might be your last. His hand stayed warm against your waist as yours curled into his tie, tugging him closer until there was barely space left between you.

“You are such trouble,” he murmured against your mouth. Your tongue dancing as the heat grew.

“You love trouble.”

“I love you,” he corrected softly. That stole the smugness from you for half a second.

His forehead rested against yours briefly before his lips found your jaw, then your neck, unhurried kisses that made your breath catch every single time. Outside the classroom the school still existed somewhere beyond the blinds, but in here it felt suspended. Hidden away in your own little world.

Your fingers slid up into his hair as he kissed you again, deeper now, the kind of kiss that made thinking impossible.

“Still think helping my class behind my back was a good idea?” he asked quietly.

You smiled against his lips. “Considering 92% passed? Absolutely.”

He laughed softly under his breath. “Hopeless.”

“You’re welcome, Mr Ben.”

That name nearly finished him off on the spot.

His eyes closed briefly as he exhaled, hands tightening slightly at your waist before he looked at you again with that expression you knew far too well now, warm, wrecked, completely gone for you.

“You know,” he said quietly, “most teachers get thank you cards.”

“You got improved data.”

“I also got emotionally manipulated.”

You grinned. “Grabbed your imagination though, didn’t I?”

He actually laughed properly at that, head dipping to your shoulder for a second before he kissed you there too.

“God I love it when your a menace,” he murmured again, softer this time.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as he guided you fully onto the edge of the desk, settling himself between your knees like it was the most natural place in the world to be. His tie had come loose beneath your fingers now, shirt slightly open at the collar, hair already ruined from your hands.

“Definitely detention worthy behaviour,” you whispered.

“Mhm.” His nose brushed yours. “Think this one might require a very long conversation after school.”

“Shame,” you replied innocently. “I suppose I’ll just have to stay behind.”

His smile turned devastating.

“That’s my girl.”

Then he kissed you again, slower this time, before he then dropped to his knees & lifted up your dress. Your face instantly red, knowing what Ben was about to do.

“Ben? Here… what if…”

“No one’s gonna walk in on us” he says his hands rubbing your thighs, your body trembling. You lift yourself up to scoot back & he takes that oportunity to pull your knickers down, the white lace now around your ankles. Ben licks his lip looking at the state of you.

“Never gets old” he snigger before rubbing his thumb over your clit. Your hips react instantly to his touch.

“Fuck” you groan.

“Swearing means a longer detection.” He says as he sinks a finger inside you working you open.

“Ooh fuck fuck” he laughs at that.

“You are trouble” he says with a wicked grin “I like it when you play up.” Without any further warning his head goes straight to your sex, & his tongue, that magnificent tongue, starts to work, lapping away. Your body responsive, shaking with desire as Ben has you clamping instantly.

“Oooh fuck”

“Don’t come already baby” he moans “wanna take my time.” He says as you fist your hands into his hair. It will be more disheveled than usual as he continues to pleasure you.

You don’t ever ask Ben to go down on you, but when he does it’s always a surprise but it’s always exactly what you need. The way he moans, the way his lips feel, the way it turns you to jelly, the way every sense in your body is on high alert. It’s the best kind of euphoria.

He never expects oral in return. In fact you both have learnt what each other need when the time is right& right now as you cum coating his face sat on your class room desk you know this was the exact right thing to do. He whimpers as you tug on his hair as your orgasm hits. Glorious & magical as it is every time. Your breath raged as Ben licks up every single drop.

He wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t loud any of this. Just the kind of closeness that made the whole classroom feel like it had shrunk to the space between you, soft laughter, quiet teasing, words that faded into something neither of you bothered finishing properly anymore.

He eventually stood up & his lips now met your mouth. Tender, soft, & tasting of you. You just held each other for a while, your hands resting against him as you steadied yourself on the edge of the desk.

Ben didn’t move away. In fact, he looked like he had no intention of doing so.

His forehead rested briefly against yours, a quiet exhale leaving him like he was only just remembering how to breathe properly again.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. Then you let out a small, breathless laugh.

“We could both be sacked for that,” you murmured.

His mouth twitched slightly, still warm, still a little undone. “Probably.”

You looked at him properly now, like reality was slowly starting to creep back in at the edges of the room.

“…That was very unprofessional,” you added.

He hummed in agreement, but didn’t sound even slightly sorry. “Extremely.”

You gave him a look. “You’re supposed to be the responsible one.”

“I stopped being that somewhere around you locking the door,” he replied softly. That made you smile despite yourself. You shifted slightly on the desk, still not quite ready to create space between you.

“What if someone had walked in?” you asked.

His eyes flicked to yours, calm, amused, entirely unbothered now.

“Then they’d have learned an important lesson about timing.”

You snorted. “That’s not a lesson.”

“It is when I’m in charge,” he said. That got another quiet laugh out of you. But neither of you actually moved away. Not yet.

His hand rested lightly at your waist again, steady, familiar now in a way that felt more honest than anything said out loud.

“You okay?” he asked quietly.You nodded.

Then you added, softer, “We really shouldn’t do that again in school.”

His lips curved slightly. “Agreed.”

“…Probably.”

That earned him a look. He smiled properly this time, leaning in just enough to press a slow, grounding kiss to your forehead, not rushed, not chaotic anymore, just warm & certain.

“Come on,” he murmured. “Before I start ignoring every rule I’ve ever made for myself & bend you over the desk for a real lesson.”

You exhaled a small laugh, finally shifting off the desk, though his hand lingered for a second longer than necessary before letting go. You pulled up your knickers & straighten yourself out, before you glanced at him.

“…We are definitely in trouble,” you said.

He straightened his tie like nothing had happened at all.

“Worth it,” he replied simply. “We can pick this up when we get home though, where we know only the cat will interrupt us.”

The day before the film release, Year 10 were already impossible. Ben stood at the front of the classroom in full Mandalorian armour, helmet off for now, resting on the desk beside him, trying to talk over a level of noise that had absolutely nothing to do with his lesson. He knew he looked good & everyone was lapping it up but unlike the other times he had dressed up he was struggling to get control.

“Right,” he said firmly, clapping his hands once. “If we are going to revise, we are going to actually revise.”

A few students straightened up. Most did not.

Someone in the back whispered, “He looks so cool though.”

Another replied, “Sir, are you actually going to the cinema like that tomorrow?”

Ben exhaled slowly. “No. I am not going to the cinema like this. I am teaching like this. There is a difference.”

“So you do have the outfit for tomorrow?”

Ben opened his mouth. Closed it again.

“…Focus.” The class erupted anyway. He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Honestly, I am one more comment away from turning this into a silent written task.”

That got a few half-hearted attempts at silence. It lasted about six seconds.

But then there was a Knock at the door. Ben didn’t even turn immediately.

“Oh, now what,” he muttered under his breath.

He walked over, pulled the door open, still mid-exasperation… he stopped. Jaw hitting the floor.

You stepped into the room. Full Mandalorian armour. Helmet under one arm & in the other…Grogu. You had snuck your costume into school over the last week. Even Ben hadnt notice he was as speechless as anyone.

The entire class went dead silent for half a beat. Then exploded.

“NO WAY.”

“MISS???”

“THERE’S TWO OF THEM??”

“THIS IS ACTUALLY INSANE!”

Ben just stood there for a second, staring at you. Then a slow smile spread across his face like he’d just lost the argument in the best possible way.

“Well,” he said quietly, “looks like I now have a clan & a foundling”

You walked further into the room like this was completely normal, Grogu safely cradled in your arms as the students practically vibrated with excitement.

“I heard there was chaos,” you said lightly.

Ben let out a short laugh. “You caused this you know…”

“Allegedly,” you replied.

A student called out, “MISS IS BETTER THAN SIR!”

Ben pointed immediately. “That is subjective”

Another voice: “Are you both going to the cinema like that tomorrow??”

You glanced at Ben, then back at the class, smiling.

“Maybe,” you said. They screamed again.

Ben shook his head, still smiling despite himself. “Right. Everyone sit down. We are still doing revision.” Groans immediately.

You stepped beside him now, lowering your voice just for him.

“Helmet stays on, Mr Ben,” you said, teasing.

He looked at you properly then, that familiar spark in his eyes, soft at the edges but absolutely entertained.

Then he winked.

“…It’s off for a special occasion,” he said a little too loudly. You blushed. The class lost it all over again. For once, Ben didn’t even try to stop the noise straight away.

Just stood there beside you, shaking his head slightly, like he’d accepted that this lesson, like most lessons with you, was already completely gone. But somehow, exactly how he liked it.

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