the princess and the scoundrel


A lot of people ask for recommendations from me, so I’ve compiled a few photo collages of some of my favorite books. This theme is paranormal/fantasy/scifi featuring the following titles:

Truthwitch by Susan Dennard | Night World bindups vol. 1-3 by L.J. Smith | Illuminae by Jay Kristoff and Amie Kaufman | Star Wars: The Princess, the Scoundrel, and the Farm Boy by Alexandra Bracken | The Lunar Chronicles series by Marissa Meyer | Forbidden by Syrie James


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She stood up, straightening to her full height, and began to look around her cell again, searching for her out. They could think they’d taken the parts of her that mattered most. That they’d broken her. But there was a part of Leia that the Emperor, Vader, Tarkin, any of them could never touch.
Her heart was a star that would never burn out.
And she would outshine them all.
—  The Princess, The Scoundrel and The Farm Boy
Scoundrel (Rob Benedict x reader)

Characters: Rob Benedict, Reader

Word Count: 1,052

Summary: Just a little drabble…reader works on the SPN set and attracts Rob’s attention by doing her hair like Princess Leia. 

Originally posted by hunters-hiraeth

   It was one day after Carrie Fisher had passed away so in her honor, Y/N put her long Y/H/C hair up for work in the famous Princess Leia buns. She used a shitload of bobby pins, more than she had ever had in her hair at one time but it was worth it. Everyone she worked with said her hair looked cute, even the older lady who always found something to gripe about.
      Y/N worked on the set of Supernatural as a Best Girl Grip. She had been with the show since it started and was damn good at her job. There had been murmurs that she would be promoted to Gaffer but she didn’t want that; she was content with her job. Especially when it got her close to Rob Benedict, the actor who played God/Chuck Shurley, on the show. Y/N had been nursing a crush on him since he started on the show almost eight years ago. Whenever she realized that shed been mooning over him for such a long time, she would feel idiotic and start to troll dating sites. Nothing ever worked out, though, and she would end up back at square one, desperately trying to think of a good reason to approach Rob and strike up a conversation.
      There was one day that Rob had finished shooting his scene early but stuck around for some unknown reason. They ended up discussing a cornucopia of subjects, including music. She asked him what his favorite band was and he surprised her by saying Pavement, a band she hadn’t heard of. Y/N prided herself on being uber knowledgable about music so she said she would check them out after work. That night, she was shocked to find a Facebook message from him telling her which songs to start with. The fact that he remembered their conversation meant the world to her. She ended up downloading most of their discography and she listened to it whenever she could, hoping he would ask her about it. Sadly, he hadn’t. It was almost as if the conversation never happened.
     Today had started out bad and progressed to worse; Y/N was having an issue with a lighting rig that refused to co-operate. She had exactly two hours to get it working before it was time to film. She was so stressed and aggravated that she didn’t see Rob walk onto the set. It wasn’t until he cleared his throat that she looked up, a scowl on her face that disappeared quickly when she saw him. “Oh, hey,” she managed. He was in street clothes: black jeans, sneakers, and a black button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up. His blue eyes twinkled as he smiled at her.
      “You,” he said, pointing at her, “look super cute today.”
      “Thanks,” she beamed, her stomach suddenly a convention of butterflies. He raised his eyebrows at her before walking away towards wardrobe. A grin that had a life of it’s own spread across Y/N’s face. She couldn’t focus on the amazing comment for too long, however, as her time was running out.  She tinkered and cussed for at least an hour before she heard, “You need some help,” from behind her.
       “No, I’m good. Thanks,” Y/N answered tersely without looking to see who was speaking. She went to hook up the wires she had been working on but the mystery man stepped forward, blocking it with his body. She was shocked when she saw it was Rob. She narrowed her eyes in confusion. “What are you doing?”
       “Come on, admit it. Sometimes you think I’m all right.” Y/N had to bite her lip to hide her smile as she recognized the Han Solo line from Empire Strikes Back. 
        “Occasionally, maybe,” she replied. Rob’s wide grin almost made her break character but she forged ahead, “when you’re not acting like a scoundrel.”
       “Scoundrel? Scoundrel?” Rob moved closer to her and his smile got bigger, more devilish. “I like the sound of that.” He took another step towards her and she involuntarily stepped back, her back hitting the cold metal shelf behind her. She shivered as a chill ran through her.
       “You’re trembling,” he told her, reaching out and capturing her hand in his.
       “I’m not trembling.”
       “Maybe it’s because I’m a scoundrel.” Rob leaned in, his voice getting husky. Y/N was torn between staying where she was and seeing how this played out or ducking and running. “There aren’t enough scoundrels in your life.”    
        “I happen to like nice men.” She barely got the line out; her heart was pounding and her mouth was dry.
        “I’m a nice man.” He was leaning closer, his ocean colored eyes on hers.
        “No, you’re not, you’re…” She stopped because in the movie that was where Han kissed Leia. But Rob didn’t kiss her. He just continued to stare at her. “Okay, maybe you are a nice ma-“ He moved so fast, Y/N didn’t see it coming. His lips were on hers in a hard kiss and his arms circled around her body, pulling her closer. She kept expecting someone to come over and interrupt them a’la C3P0 but no one did. The kiss grew deeper and she found her hands sliding up the back of his neck and into his hair. She moaned against his lips and he let his tongue find hers.
       When he finally pulled away to breathe, she looked up at him. He smiled down at her, licking his bottom lip. “You taste like mint,” he pointed out.
       “You taste like scotch.” Rob laughed. “Yeah, I might have had a shot or two before I came over. Glad I did, though, or I never would have had the courage to go through with that.”
       “Then I’m glad you did, too,” Y/N beamed, her hand still entwined in his thick, curly hair. Her face burned where his beard has rubbed against her skin but she didn’t mind at all.
       “So…” Rob chuckled and stepped back, rubbing the hand he still held with his thumb. “I’m gonna let you get back to finishing this but…can I take you to dinner tonight when we’re all done?”
       “I would love that,” she answered.
       “I know,” he smirked as he walked away.


Requested by anon.


“You’re an ass!” You exclaimed, feeling the anger boil inside you.

Han furrowed his brows, and locked his gaze with yours. “How am I the ass?” He grunted. “I rescued you!”

You let out an annoyed huff. “Rescued me? Han, You’re the reason I was taken in the first place you lousy scoundrel!”

“Yea, well let’s be honest princess, you like this scoundrel.” He pointed to himself. “If you didn’t, you would’ve left a long time ago! Instead you stick around because you and I both know, you like the adventure!”

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t get cocky. I would much rather be with chewie than you!”

Han stared at you for what seemed like forever. The tension in the room was so thick, you could cut it with a knife.

You kept your gaze on him. Refraining to show any emotion.

But the longer Han watched you, the more he wanted you.

In that moment, he stomped over to you, cupped your face and crashed his soft lips on to yours.

It all happened so fast. But you immediately motioned back, taking him in and tasting him.
Your tongues danced along each other. As your mouths fell in sync. You felt your body shudder from the sensation.

His hands clutched on to your hips, holding you closely.

The door opened, snapping you both out of your daze. You pushed apart from each other as Leia and Luke both made their way in.

“Chewie is looking for you, Han.” Leia stated.

Han cleared his throat as he glanced at you then back to Leia. Without a word, he flashed a smirk and made his way out of the room.

“Are you okay?” Luke asked, furrowing his brows at you.

Your mouth was slightly open, as your eyes were wide. “Uh y-yea. I’m fine.” You exhaled.


rating: 4.3/5.0 | the princess, the scoundrel, and the farm boy by alexandra bracken, a star wars: a new hope ya book adaptation