𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐘 | mal and ben

what games?

The next day, as Mal and Ben enjoyed a peaceful breakfast, the tranquility was interrupted by Lumiere's familiar presence. Ben braced himself, expecting another problem, but was pleasantly surprised when Lumiere shared the news.

"Your Majesties," Lumiere began, "Auradon Prep invites all Tourney alumni to play a game this afternoon to welcome the new Tourney team."

Ben's face lit up with excitement. "That sounds like a great idea! It will be fun to reconnect with everyone and welcome the new team."

Mal smiled, sharing his enthusiasm. "It will be nice to see everyone again and relive some of those school memories."

Lumiere nodded. "The game is scheduled for late afternoon. Shall I inform the organizers that you both will be attending?"

Ben looked at Mal, who gave an encouraging nod. "Yes, let them know we'll be there."

As Lumiere left to relay the message, Mal and Ben exchanged excited glances.

After Lumiere shared the news about the Tourney alumni game, Mal turned to Ben with a playful glint in her eyes.

"So, Your Majesty," she teased, "what are you planning to wear for the game? Because as far as I remember, your old Tourney jersey is with me."

Ben raised an eyebrow, a smirk forming on his lips. "Oh really? And what exactly is my lovely wife doing with my jersey?"

Mal shrugged nonchalantly. "I might have kept it as a little keepsake. You know, for sentimental reasons."

Ben laughed. "Well, I suppose I'll just have to get it back from you then."

Mal's eyes sparkled with mischief. "You think you can just get it back that easily?"

Ben stepped closer, wrapping his arms around her waist. "I think I can be very persuasive."

Mal giggled, leaning into him. "Alright, alright. I'll give it back. But only because I want to see you in it on the field today."

Ben kissed her forehead. "Deal. Now, let's go find that jersey."

They made their way to their room, rummaging through Mal's keepsake box where she had stored the jersey. Mal pulled it out, holding it up with a grin.

"Here it is," she said, handing it to Ben.

Ben took the jersey, admiring it for a moment before looking back at Mal. "Thanks, Mal. This means a lot to me."

She smiled warmly. "You're welcome, Ben. It's going to be a great game."

With the jersey in hand, Ben changed into his old Tourney gear, feeling a rush of nostalgia as he did. Mal watched him, her heart swelling with affection.

"You look just as good as you did back in school," she said.

"Here," he said, handing it to her. "I thought you might like to match with me today."