The Heartbreak prince drabbles
The Heartbreak Prince drabbles.
By DaRk-HorSe731.
Based on characters created by @kylorenvevo.
← Your smile. Part 1.
Your smile. Part 2.
Rey wasn’t prepared for that. She didn’t quite know what she expected from him, too captivated with her own desires. A scold, a yell? Another comment about how this is unacceptable? Anything, but this. He looks... devastated and broken. And she can’t see the end to the sorrow and pain in those eyes. This look is so familiar... Has seen it so many times in the mirror. Color drains from her face. Stupid, stupid, stupid! What was she thinking? Is this what you wanted, Miss Niima? Her heart drops somewhere deep down, and Rey feels nauseous that she let it happen. She knows when was the turning point, remembering with a shudder, how terrified but excited she felt at that moment.
Rey and Seff were standing in the Entrance Hall after dinner, talking about everything and nothing, smile spreading on her face at some funny joke he made, when he looked at her with soft longing, his face just a few inches away. Suddenly it felt like a trap, because she knew what he was going to do, and it was her own idea to go this way, but Rey couldn’t lie to herself, she didn’t want that. Not with him, not like this. Seff was a very nice guy, too pretty, too smart, too good for her. His lips were soft, and his kiss was shy and awkward. She stood still with her eyes wide open, trying to enjoy what every other girl in this damn castle had experienced dozens of times, but it was just too good. She didn’t want good. And then she felt it - a cold shower of goosebumps creeping down her neck to her spine. Rey immediately knew it was him, turning her eyes to the dungeon’s entrance... And there he was. Standing in a shadows, Professor Solo wore all black today, looking at them with such intensity in his eyes that could probably make her heart stop any second without magic involved. With his fists clenched and head bowed he looked like a predator, ready to make a strike. Maybe it was her imagination playing with her, but she could swear she felt his unrestrained desire to hex Seff, and deliver her a punishment for being such a bad dirty girl. Suddenly Rey was weak in her knees, and failed at surpassing a moan just from a thought that it could be him, she was kissing now. Seff misinterpreted her reaction, which encouraged him to deepen the kiss. It was an instinct when Rey finally parted her lips and let her tongue slide upon Seff’s lower lip, not breaking her eye contact with Solo. She saw him gulp at that movement and flinch when Seff brought his palm to cup her cheek. It could be him, she thought. Look, how desperate you made me feel. I’m kissing someone else, when it could be you. Ben’s eyes widened and even in the shade of dungeon’s entrance Rey saw how paler his face became at that moment. He stumbled back, looking completely terrified. Could it be that... Rey was sure her heart was going to tear her ribs apart, and then, thankfully, the kiss has ended. She faltered from emotions that was overwhelming her, looking at Seff’s rose cheeks and shining eyes just for a second, and trying to calm her raged breath. But the next moment when her eyes darted to the staircase - Professor Solo was gone.
That look hunted her dreams and conscious until this very moment.
NO! She wants to scream, to tell him how sorry she is for her completely immature behavior. Promise him it didn’t mean anything, and she will go straight to Seff after this and tell him that it was a mistake, she will definitely break his heart, she didn’t care. All Rey wanted is to never ever see that look on Ben’s face again!
She watched with horror how he silently tried to hide his emotions behind his mask but failed time after time. His skin was grey with dark circles beneath extinct eyes. How could she do this to him? Her heart painfully burns in her chest at this sight and Rey just wants to run and hold him as tight as she can, singing soft lullabies in his ear to smooth his pain no matter how long it takes. The look on Rey’s face makes Solo wince. He must be thinking she pities him. If only he knew... And before he could hide himself behind the mask and turn away from her, she pushes herself off the desk, quickly closing the distance between them, watching his eyes widen with fear, when Rey takes his hands. They are trembling a little, but it’s enough for her to feel even more shameful. I’m a monster. He’s not moving, not backing away, so Rey looks down and softly caresses her incredibly little thumbs over chalky spots on his fingers. Solo let’s out a long breath, that sneaks into her hair and gives her neck goosebumps. His hands are cold, not like Rey remembers them and it breaks her heart a little further. She wants to give them her warmth, and ends up with her hands covered in chalk too. Not as Rey cares much, but Ben Solo must always look perfect, so she casts wandless non-verbal “Scourgify!”, too afraid to let his hands go and ruin this moment. She hears Professor Solo gasp in surprise and wonders if his look changed, but now it’s her turn to feel insecure. He still haven’t said anything and she’s already pushing boundaries. Is this too much again? Should she step away and apologize? But to be honest even if Obi-Wan Kenobi himself walked into the classroom at this exact moment she wouldn’t find the strength to let go of Ben Solo’s hands right now. She must look very ridiculous, holding them like they’re Merlin’s treasure.
“You’ve mistaken the date of final battle in the First Wizarding War.” Quiet voice awakes Rey from her thoughts. Rey blinks. Did she hear him correctly? Is he really talking about damn essay? Now?! But his voice is calm and soft, so she dares to look up and holds her breath at how broken he still appears. Rey wants to smooth all worries from his face and finds nothing better then to answer: “I promise to learn them all properly, sir, so Dark Wizards would be satisfied with my qualifications.” Rey’s not angry or offended, like it used to be, so she hopes her tone is soft, maybe even sweet. Now it’s Professor Solo’s turn to blink. It takes him a few seconds to realize that she’s not indignant by his remark, but actually joking. Panic starts to slowly take over her. Why does she always embarrass herself when he is that close to her? But then... He smiles. And just like that Ben Solo takes her breath away. Again. Rey is so transfixed by this beauty, she forgets how to breath. He suddenly looks much younger and healthier. And in this same moment all the darkness behind those eyes vanquished, the light and warmth filling his irises. Rey can’t help but smile back, feeling so relieved and proud of herself. And something more. Her magic. Pouring through her veins with renewed effort, tickling on the tips of her fingers. It is a true wonder, she thinks, how his smile brought back her life force. But in the same time she realizes how tragic all of this is. Has anyone ever seen that smile before? Rey can imagine a curly boy at Ilvermorny, smiling like that everyday because there is no reason yet to lock himself behind his mask. Not broken, not tortured, without Dark Arts as his partner, with no blood on his hands and no weight of heavy guilt drugging him further into the darkness. I’m not a good man. She hears him thinking. How could he say so? He is better then most of the people she met in her life. And she never saw anyone more beautiful then he is now. She is sure the world is wretched without Ben Solo’s smile. She looks and looks, and looks with wide eyes, trying to memorize every detail of his face right now. So overwhelmed with his beauty, Rey blinks the tears away. “There it is,” she whispers breathlessly, realizing she wasn’t really breathing. Ben looks a bit confused, but Rey is too happy to back down. Her grin becoming wider. “Your smile.” He gives her incredulous look, but lets out a little laugh eventually, and she happily returns it. Rey will never forget how magic was wrapping their intertwined fingers, coming back to her, making her more full and powerful then ever. How cute his cheeks turned pink and how he closed his eyes a little while laughing. She held his hands tighter. He let her.
Thank you, Thea, for inspiration!💚
There will be more drabbles, hang around! :)
