Warnings: Fluff, fluff, fluff, did I mention fluff? Oh! And also fluff!!! I also can't forget about fluff. And also small war themes. But nothing other than that:)
A/n: So I took the idea of the language topic, but instead of both people learning each other's language, I put Jack trying to learn Y/n's. So here is the first small imagine of Jack Benjamin! Kings was a hard show to find to watch. But when I started watching it, I fell in love with Jack! He is definitely a favorite!
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You were hesitant at first to help this guy, but you knew it was your job. His name was Jack Benjamin. American. You were to help him learn the French Language, so he could travel and be able to communicate. So you were lead to the castle by the oh so nice Jane. She was a servant at the castle. She was so, so nice. "I may give you a warning Miss, Jack is very relucted when it comes to learning new things. Sure he can learn to shoot a gun, but learning another language? Not so much." You smiled and set your bag down next to the chair at the table. "Merci. I will be sure to have him learn at least something today. Thank you Jane for your hospitality." She smiled and bowed. You quickly bowed back and sat down, getting your teaching materials out.
You heard the door open, and the King and his son came in. You got up and bowed to them. "Ravie de vous rencontrer Votre Grâce." They both looked clueless. You stood up straight and said "My apologies. It is very nice to meet you Your Grace." The king smiled at his son and said "Well she knows her shit. Get to it. I expect good things from you Jack." Jack rolled his eyes and plopped down in your chair. You respectfully moved your bag from beside your his chair and moved it across the table. When you sat down, you reached over to get your note book, but Jack put his hand down. "What my father is paying you to teach me French, I wouldn't trust him." You were taken aback. But you smiled and said in the best American accent you could cook up, "Actually, your father isn't paying me. I wanted to help because I have nothing better to do. So shall we begin?" You opened your book to try and find the page you needed to start on but Jack slapped his hand on the cover.
"No."
"Excuse me?"
"I said no. I don't want to learn your language. I won't need it. I live in America for gods sake." He said defensively. You sighed and said "Mr. Benjamin, I do apologize for being so Frank, but if you get taken hostage on your next mission you could be in great danger." He smirked and said "I could always use an interpreter?" You shook your head and replied "Sir, I need you to listen. I don't care what it takes. But you will learn this language." He rolled his eyes dramatically. "You can't make me." You let out a sarcastic laugh. "Ok I'm going to say this flat out. I know you have a mission coming up in France. If you don't learn your language, you're as dead as me after you arrive." You realized what you said, and you say back against the chair and sighed. "Bon sang, je vais mourir." You mumbled under your breath. Jesus Christ I'm going to die. You weren't ready for death just yet. You were just getting started on your teaching career at the school, and this job happened to pop up. You just wanted to help. But what the King said, was haunting. When you met with him, he said something that worried you a lot. "If he doesn't learn the language from you, you will have to teach him from the grave. Do you understand darling?" The memory quickly left your mind as quickly as it entered.
"Do you have something on your mind Charmant?" He called you Lovely. You didn't think he knew any French. You lifted your head to look at him, and he looked more concerned than annoyed. You shook your head and smiled away the fear in your head. You couldn't help the feeling of heat rushing to your cheeks as well. No one had called you lovely before. "Miss?" You looked back at him and said "Your father really wants you safe. He doesn't want you to die. he is willing to threaten lives to keep you alive sir. Now may I please teach you the French language? S'il-vous-plaît? Please?" He shook his head and leaned forward. "What did my father say to you? You said he threatened other lives to keep me alive. What did he say?" You shook your head and opened your notebook to where you needed to start teaching. Jack was waiting for an answer and you could feel his patience wearing thin. He placed a hand over the book and you looked up. Sighing, you open to your book to where you wrote it down. Yes, you wrote it down. You forget things pretty easily, so you write it down a few seconds after it is said.
You said quietly "Well, he said "If he doesn't learn the language from you, you will have to teach him from the grave. Do you understand darling?" That was word for word sir." He scoffed and said "Ok, I will learn the language. But puppy, this is for your sake. Not mine. You are too beautiful and kind to be executed." You let a tear go, hearing it from him. About the execution. You knew that's what they did, but you never thought it would happen to you.
You nodded your head as he gently wiped the tear away from your cheek. "But I need to do something first." You frantically looked to his eyes and said "Wait Monsieur, qu'est-ce que tu fais?" He looked at you confused. I mentally face palmed and said "My apologies. Where are you going?" He gently put his hand on yours and said "To tell my father not to fuck with me and the people I know."
5weeks of intense teaching later:
Jack took a deep breath and recited "Je m'appelle Jack Benjamin." You nodded and said "Translation?" He leaned back in his chair, and said "My name is Jack Benjamin."
"Une fois de plus." Once more. "Je m'appelle Jack Benjamin. Et tu veux sortir avec moi y/n?" Do you want to go on a proper date with me y/n? You paused what you were writing, and put your pencil down. You had taught him a lot but with his willingness and motivstion, you were surprised to be having a natural conversation with him. You slowly looked up and adjusted the reading glasses on the bridge of your nose. "Jack, I-." He stood up and said "It's fine, I shouldn't have asked anyway. You're just my French teacher." You stood up as he walked away. Before he could make it out of the door, you said "S'il te plaît, reste." Please, stay.
He turned around, and gazed into your eyes. You immediately you looked down as you thought you were never supposed to make eye contact with royalty. You heard his soft foots steps stalking towards your cowering body. When you saw his shined, black shoes, you held your breath. He gently lifted your chin up to meet his eyes. He tucked a strand of fallen hair behind your ear and said "Y/n, I'm sorry." You shook your head and swallowed thr lump in your throat. "No I should be sorry. I didn't answer you. But now I am going to asnwer you." He framed your face with his hands, and you leaned forward with him. "Yes." You whispered just before he touched his lips to yours.
