Descendants BenXMal One Shots

Little Adventures

Thunder crashed against the ground outside and echoed against the walls of Mal's room. She shot up in a cold sweat, her eyes darting around the room, trying to work out where she was until she realised that she was currently in her purple bedroom that resided in castle Beast. Without thinking Mal jumped up from the bed and put on her short silk robe before opening the slightly creaky bedroom door. As she opened the door, she peaked her head out slightly, making sure that no one saw what she was doing. Once the coast was clear, Mal slowly but surely made her way down the hall and to Ben's chambers. Shaking, she lifted her hand up towards the door handle but was stopped when another bolt of thunder hit the air and echoed around.

Not wanting to spend another minute alone, Mal forced Ben's door open and made her way into his room, clearly on the verge of an anxiety attack. After a few seconds of trying to calm herself down, Mal gently closed the door before advancing towards Ben's bed. She lifted a hand to his shoulder and gently nudged him awake.

"Mal? What are you doing here?" He questioned, his voice and eyes masked with sleep. She was about to answer before another clasp of thunder and this time lightning fell from the sky above.

"Thunder ... Lightning .... Panic" She forced out between breaths. Ben immediately shot up from the bed and pulled her close, enveloping her in a beastly hug.

"Nothing's going to happen Mal, I promise" He tried to persuade her that everything was fine and that storms were natural occurrences during the night but she wasn't having any of it. "Well, what can I do to keep you happy while we wait for the storm to pass?" He eventually asked when he soon realised that she wouldn't go back to sleep while she was this scared.

"I want a story please" and as childish as it sounded, Mal wanted a story to help calm her nerves. Of course, Ben, being the loving and caring person, he was, delivered her a story.

~Once upon a time, Mal and her pet Beast called Beastie were playing in the garden. It was a sunny day and they were having lots of fun.

They were having a picnic on a huge patchwork blanket laid out on the grass, eating their favourite food... Strawberries!

A little while later, big dark clouds began to fill up the sky and the sunshine disappeared. Then, big drops of rain started to fall and so Mal and Beastie ran into the garden shed to stay dry.

Whilst they were waiting for the rain to stop, Mal was showing Beastie all of her old toys that were gathering dust in the garden shed. Mal pushed her old bicycle out of the way and was surprised to see a trap door beneath it.

There was a big handle on the trap door and Beastie helped Mal to pull it open.

"I wonder what's down there!" Mal said.

"It looks rather scary!" said Beastie.

"Come on, let's go and explore!" replied Mal and she picked up a torch from the workbench in the shed.

With that, they climbed down the narrow steps into the dark tunnel, guided only by the light of the torch. Mal felt a little bit scared when she saw how dark it was in the tunnel, even with the light from the torch, and she was glad to have Beastie with her.

There was enough room for them to walk side by side in the tunnel, so they held hands as they walked further inside. Suddenly, a huge shadow appeared on the wall that towered over Mal and Beastie and they froze on the spot and shut their eyes tightly. Then they heard a small squeak and realised that it was nothing more than a tiny mouse who was living in the tunnel. The light from the torch had made the mouse's shadow look gigantic!

"I think we should turn back now," said Beastie and Mal thought that sounded like a good idea too.

Just as Mal was about to turn around, she spotted a crack of light in the distance at the other end of the tunnel... and it wasn't coming from their torch!

"Look!" shouted Mal and her voice echoed loudly. Beastie saw the light too, so they both scurried towards it to see where this tunnel led to.

As they got closer to the end of the tunnel, they could hear some voices echoing along the walls. They were quiet and Mal couldn't make out what they were saying, but she was sure there were people on the other end of this tunnel. A great big laugh suddenly boomed down the tunnel and Beastie grabbed Mal's hand again.

"Shall we go back?" Beastie whispered.

But Mal didn't want to turn back now. she pulled Beastie closer. The crack of light was still far away and right up over their heads, but Mal had spotted something which she couldn't help but explore.

"There are some stairs over there. Come on, Beastie, don't be a scaredy-cat! We have to see what's up there!"

The pair bravely marched over to the stairs at the end of the tunnel, swinging their torch into all the nooks and crannies to chase the shadows away. Steep, stone steps towered in front of them. Together, they clambered up... one, two, three, four... the voices were getting louder and louder. Five, six, seven...

Eventually, they reached the top. The top step was covered in sawdust, and Mal noticed another wooden trap door, this time over their heads. Light shone through the slats of the wood.

"What does that say?" asked Beastie.

Mal brushed the dust from the door to find big black letters painted on it. she read aloud, "Push To Open."

Mal and Beastie looked at each other. Something rattled and banged on the other side of the door.

"I wonder what's up there." Mal mused, trying to look through the crack. she couldn't see anything at all.

"Maybe monsters... or giants..." Beastie shivered, standing on tiptoes to try and see, too.

"Or witches or wizards or fairies!" Pondered Mal, getting rather excited at the idea of such a big adventure.

"Maybe there's a dragons' lair on the other side!"

"Or an enchanted castle!"

Slowly, Mal reached up to the long, rusty bolt that was keeping the door shut. Beastie and the mouse that lived in the tunnel watched as Mal pulled the bolt. The rust made it stiff and hard to move. Mal pulled harder and, with a creak and a snap, the bolt slid across.

Just as Mal and Beastie laid their hands on the trap door to give it a good push, it suddenly swung back. A bright white light filled the little dark tunnel. It was so bright that neither Mal nor Beastie could see anything.

"What are you two doing in there?" Bellowed a very gruff voice. A very gruff voice that Mal and Beastie recognised all too well!

As their eyes adjusted to the light, and the mouse ran back to his little nook, Mal and Beastie saw that the tunnel had led all the way back to their house. Those voices didn't belong to giants or monsters or witches or wizards. They didn't even belong to fairies. They belonged to her closest friends, Jay, Ben, Carlos and Evie.

The End. ~

And by the time Ben had finished his story, the storm had passed and Mal was fast asleep in his arms. This was something that he could get used to.

A/N Hey guys, hope you liked this one, new chapter up on my other book 'Our Advice To You', In fact, there are two new chapters if you want to check them out, Peace Out