#benjamin x reader

The first time you saw Soldier Boy in the flesh, you felt like your dream had come true. You've often fantasied about being around a handsome and slightly older man. Just like Benjamin. You thought that you were dreaming. He was just, you had no idea how to explain it. He wasn't exactly like Christian Bale, Cillian Murphy, Mads Mikkelsen, Pedro Pascal or Norman Reedus. But there was just something about him that you couldn't help but almost day dream. He made you nervous when you'd walk past him and got a whiff of the cologne that he was wearing. If you can call gunpowder mixed with weed that. It just smelt natural and it made your stomach do flips.

But here was Homelander, ever since his daddy came around and decided to help him whatever bullshit he had planned. You couldn't help but roll your eyes seeing how much of a try hard he was being. The first example was when Homelander told the president to get his father a Manhattan and he also asked for one too. You tried so hard not laugh because this man who indulged into drinking milk, breast milk mind you never had a sip of alcohol. Until now.

It was sad and pathetic, It was more than obvious seeing that Soldier Boy really didn't give two shits about whatever this werido was doing. But Homelander, he wanted his approval so bad. It's gotten to the point where he'd ask you what you thought and what he could do to get Soldier Boy to like him. You've made a comment that he should stop being weird and maybe act a bit normal. That earned you a glare, but you reminded him that he couldn't get mad for honest opinions like he asked.

You've forgotten what you were even hired for. You basically followed Homelander around and were like some personal handler or therapist against your will. You weren't necessarily scared of him. You were more amused by him. This so called hero of America was such a loser. Like a toddler with powers who throws tantrums when things don't go there way. But yet again, you were here. Working under him. And you weren't getting paid over time to deal with his bullshit. You wondered if Soldier Boy was actually his dad.

"I just don't know what to do to get him to like me and not see me as a disappointment." Homelander said, while pacing in the media room, next to the meeting room. "Like I said, just. Tone it down with the weirdo shit." You said with a sigh. "What I'm doing is not weird." He said, defensively. You rolled your eyes. "Look, you tried okay? You don't have to have people to like you. The whole country does." Against there will, you thought to yourself.

"The thing is, he is my father." He said. "I know that, but you didn't grow up with him, he didn't raise you and that's completely fine." You reminded him. "You wouldn't understand. You didn't went through what I did." He stated. You rolled your eyes and you didn't even hide it. "You've got something to say?" Homelander asked, eyeing you. "I just, it's tiring, hearing you go on and on about what happened to you. I get it. It's shitty what you went through, you already got your revenge. What more do you want?" You asked.

Homelander looked at you, breathing heavily trying not to snap. "You think I haven't noticed? The way you look at him. Like you can't live without him, I can see how your heart rates sky rockets when you're near him. You're in love with him." He jabbed. "I am. Not gonna deny it. But I'm not being a weirdo about it." You answered. You saw how his jaw clenched, trying to keep his composure. "So what are you saying? Be honest with me. Like you always have." He asked, with a small yet fake smile.

"What I'm saying is. Your act is fucking pathetic, no matter how hard you try. He still will not give a single fuck about you or your stupid plan." You paused, but you kept going. "You know what, one of this days. I'm gonna fuck your dad and give him a kid he actually likes. Then, that'll be the reason you're begging for his approval and attention like a bitch in heat." You finished. The silence that followed was loud. Very loud. You couldn't believe you told him that, to his face. You can see the vein nearly pop from his wrinckled forehead.

"Just so you know, we heard everything. That room isn't really sound proof." You heard Sage say. Meanwhile, Ashley was trying so hard not to shit a brick, Firecracker was shocked that you'd say such things to Homelander himself and Soldier Boy? He seemed like he was about to laugh or just had a smirk of amusement.

"Well, this is my cue to go. I'll see you later." You said, speed walking out the media room. Past the group of the people who just heard him. You then heard his heavy footsteps, following behind you. Making you sprint towards the nearest elevator. You heard him call out your name, loud and angry. You did not turn back, you just ran for your life now. Laughing. Whether it was of nervousness or fear.

He responds, I look back to the girls. "Yeah, we haven't talked much since you found out about her." Bella chimes into the conversation. I frown for a second.

"It's a weird situation, I don't really know how I feel." I tell them in all honesty. One second Renesmee was a newborn and seconds later she was months old and now she's physically 4 years old.

"I just wish we didn't have to deal with the Volturi. Once again." I hold my head in my hands. Last time we dealt with them was when I turned into a vampire, Athatliah was only 16 months old. They were worried that I would turn Athaliah.

We had to convince them I wouldn't go near her until I had control over my thirst and she wouldn't know anything about us until she was the age of turning or if anything I would fake my death and she'd never see us again. It's something I don't even want to consider. It's something I have 16 years until I have to truly think about. The Volturi believed us when Aro looked into Edward's mind along with mine. Also with the fact that my ability was strong, I would put up a fight. They didn't need any of their men dead.

"I wish that woman just talked to us before running straight to the Volturi. She's also going to get killed." I lift my head back up. Renesmee takes Athaliah over to us and they both smile. I pick up my daughter, placing her on my lap. Edward doing the same with his daughter.

"All right, lovely, it's time for a nap." I stand up. "I'll meet you guys outside." I tell my two best friends before walking upstairs. They have a crib that was originally for Renesmee in Edward's old room. I place Athaliah down. I could tell she was tired so when she started crying I knew it was only for a few minutes.

The first year of her life I cried almost every time she cried. I couldn't handle it. My mom was a huge help since Athaliah's dad left in the beginning of my pregnancy. His parents moved to a whole different state so he didn't have to be a father to our baby. I grieved the relationship in the beginning. I don't really care anymore.

Bella was the only friend I've had ever since giving birth. Other people judged right away. Not Bella. She sometimes would babysit for me if I had to work and no daycare. My mom would pay her as well. Edward then started to help with her. Then he bonded with Athaliah as well. They both became an aunt and uncle to my daughter. I am forever grateful for them.

When her cries stop I snap out of my thoughts. Quietly slipping out of the room. I go downstairs and join everyone outside. Bella and Edward showing the new vampires renesmee's gift. I look off into the distance to see Carlisle and Esme coming our way with three new people. They're from the Egyptian Coven, they drink human blood. I lock eyes with the younger looking man. His eyes were a dark red. They felt entrancing. I couldn't look away. That was until Rosalie comes up to me.

"Could you help me with something?" She asks in a quiet tone, I furrow my eyebrows but nod my head. Following after her. Feeling eyes watch me the entire time. The blonde leads me back into the house where Zafrina, Kachiri, and Senna were standing in our way. "These ladies are from the Amazon coven. They wanted to meet you." Rosalie speaks softly, I place a hand on my chest, confused on why they would want to speak to me. "They've heard of your ability." Emmett tells me, I let out a little 'oh' standing straighter.

"Zafrina likes meeting people similar to her. Having incredible gifts." Kachiri informs me. "What's your gift?" I tilt my head, intrigued. The quiet woman smiles slightly, staring at me. Focusing on something and then suddenly I'm not in the house anymore. I'm back outside. But not our outside. A different place. A place I've never seen before. It was gorgeous.

Then I'm back in the house and I stare at her with wide eyes. "That... was amazing." I tell her, utterly in shock. She grins back to me. "We'd like to see your ability." Kachiri says, I make a face, turning to Rosalie and Emmett who nod their heads for me to do it. "We'd uh, we would have to go outside." I lead the way outside, in front of the porch. The three from the Amazon Coven stand on the porch with Rosalie, Emmett was standing in the door frame.

I smile to them as the cloud above us gets darker than earlier. Their expressions are confused until I bring my arms in the air and it starts raining. It was sprinkling at first then thunder struck. I felt the others crowd around me. I then make it storm. Everyone getting soaked. And then suddenly it stops as I stop focusing on the sky. I take a deep breath. The others begin to clap.

"That's just a tiny bit of what she can do." Emmett roars out, I nod my head sheepishly. "How did you find that out?" One of the Denali sisters ask me. "When I turned, the pain caused a storm. The wind was strong. The weather was insane that night. Later on when I wasn't paying attention and every time I had a huge emotion, a storm began every time. It's a lot easier to control now." I smile as I then make it begin to snow. Renesmee runs up to me with a huge smile. I pick her up so she can play with the snowflakes.

"This is a powerful ability... The Volturi would have no chance against us." Garrett laughs beside Kate who has a tiny smirk on her face. "You could deflect my electricity and make it more powerful." She tells me, lifting one of her hands to show me the electricity coming out of it.

Then everyone begins to talk to one another about it. I place Renesmee down, she holds my hand though instead of running off. I listen outside of the others to see if Athaliah has woken up but her breathing is still slowed. I can tell she's about to wake up. Her naps aren't very long lately.

A person walks up to me, startling me. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." It was the younger looking man from the Egyptian Coven. I wave a hand. "It's alright, I was trying to make sure my daughter was still sleeping." I sigh out, looking down to my niece who was staring up at the man.

"Your daughter?" He asks, looking around. "Her name's Athaliah." I tell him, we begin to walk inside the house, Renesmee sticking by my side because I think she knows we're going to see my girl. "Beautiful name." He compliments, I quietly thank him. His looks are entrancing I can barely focus on what is being said.

It goes silent between us until Renesmee speaks up in a small sweet tone. "He can make tornados, smaller than yours though." I smile down at her. "Really?"

I've only created a tornado once and right as it formed we made it disappear. That was before Renesmee was born though. Of course Emmett told her about it though. "Our gifts are incredibly similar." He tells me. Before he can say anything else though I hear my daughter begin to stir. Her tiny whines sounding out to down here. "Oh, I have to go, I'll be back." I step up the first couple of steps. He stands there, I can tell her wishes to say something though.

Renesmee was already running to the bedroom though. "What's your name?" I ask him.

"Benjamin." He says. I smile. "Beautiful name." I then head up the stairs.

Renesmee is playing with Athaliah through the bars of the crib. I smile, heading over to them and picking up my daughter. "Let's go play downstairs." Renesmee says, taking my hand once again and dragging me back down. Benjamin was still standing there just as he was before I left.

I was glad to be honest. I was hoping he waited for me. "This is Athaliah, Athaliah, meet Benjamin." I bounce her on my hip, pointing to the beautiful man. She tiredly looks to him.

Then suddenly doing grabby hands at him for him to take her. I furrow my eyebrows. It usually takes her a minute to get used to new people. He sticks his hand out, letting her grab onto it. It wasn't enough though she lunges her body forward so he could take her out of my arms. I laugh. "Sorry, you don't have to-"

"I don't mind as long as you don't." He puts his hands out and I shrug my shoulders, handing her over to him. Renesmee watches, a little bit annoyed until Edward comes in and tells her to go with him somewhere. I watch as my daughter puts his face into her hands. I then wondered if that was a good idea looking at his eyes which were red. Meaning he eats humans.

I bit my lip. He looks over to me and I think he can sense my worry. He gives me a short smile and places Athaliah down. She walks back to me, hugging my legs. She's still waking up.

Later in the night Bella and I were getting the girls to sleep. Athaliah sprawled out, her arm going over Renesmee's torso. She's holding onto her hand. I look up to see Bella looking at someone. I trace where. It was Benjamin who was sitting beside Jacob. He was staring at me though. "He seems enamored by you." She whispers, careful not to wake the kids. I snort out a laugh. "Yeah, okay. He wants a single mom." I joke, rolling my eyes.

"I mean the whole time he's been here he's been staring at you. He keeps trying to talk with you and he's brought you up to us every chance he gets. Asking about your ability." She informs me and I give her a look. "Yeah, he's interested in my ability. Not me." I sit up straight, crossing my legs.

"You're so oblivious, [Name]." She comments, sitting up as well. We eventually get up listening to Vladimir and Stefan talk about how they despise the Volturi and why. They were characters, that was for sure.

I sit down by the fire, a log was already there but no one else was there. They all went to different areas of the woods. I stared at the flames wondering how tomorrow was going to go. Someone sat beside me but neither of us spoke. I didn't even move my head to see.

"[Name]." The person speaks up after moments of silence. I hum out in response. "I uh I've never been left this speechless before. I don't know what to say around you." It was Benjamin, I smile to myself before turning to face him. "I'm boring, I apologize." I say, now just observing his features and I wonder what he was like as a human. If he was always this perfect.

"No, you're not at all. You make me nervous. It's a feeling I don't think I've ever experienced." His eyes lock with mine and I badly want to look away. But I can't. I'm stuck in place. "When did you turn?" I slightly change the subject. "1815." My eyes widen to his answer. He begins to laugh at my reaction. "Sorry, that was rude." I rub my hands together, finally looking away due to embarrassment.

"I expected it, when did you turn?"

"Last year."

"A newborn practically and you're that in control of your ability?" He seemed to be surprised.

"I couldn't control my ability completely until maybe six years after turning." He then ignites fire from his pointer finger. "You control the elements?" I ask in amazement. "And you control the weather." He states.

"Our abilities are incredibly similar." I laugh, excited. Watching the flames on his finger tip before he closes his fist and it goes away.

For hours we talk about our abilities, about his life before turning. I do the same. Telling him a bit about Athaliah. It never felt like a bad subject bringing her up like it usually does with men.

He actually asks about her and that's where I feel he doesn't want to be with me but to be friends.

"Your daughter truly has your looks." We both look to my sleeping daughter who is still sprawled out. I smile. "Thank you. She's my everything." I tell him.

"I can tell."

"I'm interested in getting to know you more." Benjamin says, this time he cautiously takes my hand into his. Making sure I was okay with it before gripping a little tighter. "What do you want to know?" I nervously ask.

"No, I mean courting you. You being mine, me being yours." He explains, I scrunch my nose before saying. "it might be forward, I know this. But you, seeing you, talking to you today. It only makes me want to be yours more."

"What about Athaliah, she comes with, we're a package deal. I'm a single mother. She's human, you eat off... humans." I take my hand back, now giving him a serious expression. It feels crazy but I feel the same way. I feel so strongly for him and I can't lose it but I also have to put my child first.

"I'll love her as my own. I'll eat animals for you both. I'll learn." He assures me, I pause for a moment.

"This feels crazy." I laugh out. "But I'll give it a try. I'm interested in getting to know you more." Even though we don't know what's going to happen tomorrow I don't care. I deserve to be happy even for a little bit.

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I almost deleted this whole thing after finishing it.

Heart was racing. Almost cried.

He shouldn't have done that. He wasn't supposed to do that—at least not yet.

Now he fucked everything up.

You on the other hand, were perfect. He got to listen to your beautiful voice, to see your beautiful face. But most importantly, you finally saw him.

You talked to him, made perfectly normal conversation like neighbours normally would—and he fucked it up.

He should've said something else, he should've asked you more about yourself—questions he (of course) didn't need because he knew every single thing about you.

But he should've shown more interest.

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You could feel every muscle in your legs tense up the moment you started running, your mind couldn't stop thinking about Dex, the man in the elevator, the dirty blond man who knew things about you—who noticed you.

Your curious mind wanted to know the same things about him, you knew he was an FBI agent, but you wanted—no, you needed—more information.

Today was your day off, and you were begging for no emergencies, you had a target, and you had to hit the bullseye.

You didn't know what time Dex was going to get home, or where exactly did he lived—but if he knew when you came home, you could find out the exact same way he did.

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The call came, of course it did. And you had to spend your day off in the hospital, a mass shooting happened, and they needed you over there. The smell of antiseptic filled your nose, numbing your senses, and you were glad your shift just finished.

You knew it was late but you couldn't help it. You slowed your pace two blocks before your apartment building. You pulled out your phone, pretending to do something important, sneaking a couple of glances at the entrace.

Nothing, there was no tall blond man. No familiar face walking out of the door, or trying to enter the building. You thought he was already inside, or maybe he stayed up late working.

Or maybe he'd never lived in the building at all. Just the thought of that made your stomach twist.

You put your phone away, decided to make it across the street, if you wanted to do this, you needed at least one cup of coffee. Through the window, the entrace stayed perfectly in view.

The minutes passed.

5 minutes.

10 minutes.

30 minutes.

You were a woman possessed, you couldn't believe what you were doing. You were a grown woman, stalking your apartment building just because a handsome man remembered what you did for a living.

It should have felt wrong.

But it just felt, intriguing—and you hated that.

Your phone buzzed, taking you out of your trance.

JACK A.

Hey kid, you need to come back. ASAP.

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Dex watched everything unfold, his jaw locked tight.

You were there, waiting. Even if you yourself didn't knew what you were doing, he did. He was an expert.

You were looking for him.

No, no, no. It can't be—you weren't supposed to do that.

You were supposed to go upstairs, take your black scrubs off, shower, make breakfast at 7:30 am that you never even finished and spend forty-five minutes trying to sleep.

Instead, you were searching—searching for him.

He started to feel the intensity of his own obsession, he needed to hear your voice, he needed to see your face.

Don't. He said in a low voice, almost like a grunt.

Every instinct screamed to walk downstairs, "accidentally" bump into you again, offer another conversation.

But he'd already rushed things once.

One mistake was enough.

He forced himself to stay where he was, watching you from afar instead. As he always did.

Sooner or later, you'd give up.

You had to.

He needed to.

Instead, he just watched you read a message. One he suspected was from the hospital, the way you rushed your way out, almost hitting a blind man, he could almost hear you say "I'm sorry".

He just knew you all too well.

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AS BENJAMIN, he’s quite cuddly and physical affectionate if you’ll allow him. His touch stays light and he likes to give you space to move around so you’re comfortable, but he’ll take every opportunity he can get to cuddle you be it just sleeping in the same bed as you and holding you then or hugging you from behind as you work on something.

He doesn’t have a preference for being a big or small spoon either. He likes burying his face in the crook of your neck as you hold him just as much as he likes pulling you onto his lap or making you lie on top of his chest. It really doesn’t matter to him so long as he gets to spend time with you.

AS HOKMA, even if he’s not as physically affectionate as before, he’s still a bit touchy. He’s somewhat insecure about his appearance due to him becoming a sephiroth was a different process from what the others went through, causing him to age while the rest did not.

However he won’t let that stop him from cuddling you if that’s what you want.

This time however, he prefers to be the big spoon because of the aforementioned insecurity. He’s aware that this makes no sense but he can’t help but feel a little weird being the small spoon even though there are definitely times where he’d appreciate it if you simply held him in his arms, especially recently.

If you decide to push past his insecurity and be the big spoon anyway, he’ll be extremely happy… if not a little embarrassed.

Benjamin

The air was thick with the acrid scent of smoke, wrapping around you like a shroud as you navigated the chaos of the burning building.

Fire licked at the walls, a voracious beast that danced and roared, consuming everything in its path. You had seen people rush past you, panicked and crying, urging one another to escape. But you stayed, spurred by a growing sense of responsibility, cradled firmly by the need to help as many as you could.

One last push. You tried to guide an elderly woman out of a cramped hallway when a loud crack echoed above.

You turned, glancing back just in time to see a chunk of the ceiling crash down where you had just stood. Panic seized you, but you shook your head to clear it. You were strong, and you couldn’t abandon those in need.

As you turned back to the woman, shouting for her to follow, you took a deep breath, only to feel the smoky air choke your lungs. Coughing violently, you urged her to move faster.

With a shaky hand, you reached for the door—only to find it engulfed in flames, a barrier that was rapidly becoming too much to bear.

Meanwhile, far from the chaos of urban life, a vampire named Benjamin felt an inexplicable pull. It was as if a whisper in the wind called to him, pulling his attention toward the city, toward the flames that illuminated the darkening sky.

He stood still for a moment, listening, feeling the essence of the fire through the air as if it were a living entity. His heart raced—not from fear, but from a deep-seated instinct to protect.

As he raced through the streets, the scent of smoke filled his nostrils, intermingling with something sweeter, more urgent.

Someone was trapped. Without a second thought, he surged forward, directing his energy to manipulate the elements surrounding him. He could feel the heat urging him closer, and the flames seeming to part just for him.

His heart raced as he dashed through the door of the building. Inside, the horror was palpable: walls smoldered, shadows danced, and smoke billowed like dark waves.

He instinctively sought the source of the intoxicating scent that stirred a fierce determination within him. Following his instincts, he moved silently through the haze, his vampire speed allowing him to dodge falling debris with ease.

Amidst the chaos, he found you. There you were, a figure silhouetted against the furious flames, framed in an ethereal glow by the inferno, ash covering your skin like a delicate veil.

He hesitated just for a moment, caught in the sight of you—afraid, brave, standing against the encroaching darkness. That same protective urge surged. He had to get you out.

"Stay back!"

You hollered, your voice horse and trembling with urgency.

“Not a chance.”

He replied, his voice smooth and assuring, cutting through your haze of smoke and fear. With a mere flick of his wrist, he summoned a gust of wind that carried the flames away momentarily, creating a gap in the furious wall of fire.

You stared at him, dazed. Was he… an angel? You had inhaled too much smoke to be certain, your mind clouded by disbelief and pain. Everything around you seemed unreal—his presence both calming and fierce.

“Come with me.”

He urged, his eyes glimmering with determination. You stumbled back into the reality of the situation, shaking off the cobwebs in your mind.

“Others…”

You gasped, voice thick with regret.

“I’ll help them.”

He promised, moving swiftly to the nearest door, assessing it for any signs of danger.

“Now, we go. Trust me.”

With a nod, you followed, still wary, yet desperate to escape the burning hell encroaching upon you. He brushed against your arm—an electric connection sparking, igniting a warmth in your chest that battled the chill of fear.

As Benjamin guided you through the battered halls, flames withdrew before him like melted wax, the heat dancing but not burning you.

He was graceful, powerful, and every step seemed choreographed against the chaos. Fear trickled back, but you fought it down, keeping your eyes fixed on him.

“Hold on,”

He instructed, and for some reason, when you felt his hands encircle your waist, a sense of safety enveloped you.

He lifted you effortlessly, his strength astoundingly overwhelming, and together you pushed through the door, emerging into the cool night air only to find a crowd gathered in horror at the flames consuming the building.

Your heart swelled with concern for others yet unaccounted for as Benjamin set you down gently.

But as you caught your breath, scanning the chaos, your gaze fell back on him. His presence felt grounding, and your heart quickened, cherry blossoms blooming in an unfamiliar garden.

“You’re safe now.”

He murmured, brushing soot from your cheek with fingers that felt like a soft whisper against your skin.

“Thank you.."

You rasped, gratitude flooding your words despite the chill of fear still embedded within you.

He offered a rare smile, his lips curving slightly.

“Let me check on the others.”

You were hesitant to release his gaze as he moved back toward the inferno, calling to others trapped within.

Even as you watched him disappear into the flames, you felt a flicker of something—deep appreciation, woven together with the threads of admiration and something more intoxicating.

Finally, a firefighter ran to your side, wrapping a blanket around your shivering shoulders.

“Are you okay?”

He asked, checking you for burns. Your eyes drifted back to where Benjamin had last been seen, and you felt that strange connection pulsing still within you.

As Benjamin emerged moments later, a group of frightened souls behind him, you realized you had felt truly alive in those moments of bravery and connection, standing alongside someone who could chase away darkness.

“Stay safe.”

He warned, one last glance exchanged, and you felt as though you had looked upon a star in the night, briefly illuminating your heart.

As the fire trucks roared into the night, you remained where you were, surrounded by chaos but drawn to the warmth of a moment that felt destined.

You knew this was not the end. Rather, it was the beginning of a new flame—one that sparked with the promise of adventure, bravery, and unexpected love.

In the depths of the burning building, you had found something more than fortitude; you had found an unbreakable bond in the face of fire.

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