#ben x anna

[honorhearted]

More niche humor that's technically four years old, but I forgot to ever post lol.

[musicboxmemories]

TURNsgiving2023 Day 4: Rarepair/Crackship Appreciation

I'll admit I never truly had a ship during my first watch, but I attempted these two first as experimentation back in 2.020. Out of nostalgia, I wrote them again a while back and decided to share for this event!

Summary: Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's wife; thou shalt not commit a.dultery -- Benjamin spent his entire life adhering to such scripture, but out amidst the strains of w.ar, these s.ins were the only moments keeping him alive.

[annastrxng]

Mostly inspired by @honorhearted

[queerquaintrelle]

Cause I said so.

The post(s) these are from.

[melpomeneprose]

All of his sorrow won't fit in his chest It just burns, like a fire in the pit of his chest And his heart is a bird on a spit in his chest / Nothing comes of wishing on stars and nothing comes of the songs people sing however sorry they are

Give them a piece, they'll take it all Show them a crack, they'll tear down the wall Lend them an ear, and the kingdom will fall The kingdom will fall for a song

What does he care for the logic of kings? The laws of your underworld? It is only for love that he sings He sings, for the love of a girl...

[annastrxng]

@honorhearted

[voxmortuus]

Hello. Vox here. 30's. She/They. Married. Requests are OPEN!

↝I write all types of fanfiction. Dark toned, smut and kink, super dark and possessive, the list goes on. You can find various themes ↝here↜. That is my new masterlist, my old one is attached. ↝What will I not write? Underage reader! Won't do it. I will call you out for it. I have a strict policy will not write minor readers so please respect that. Other than anything is really a go. ↝I ask that you please not steal my work and post it elsewhere. I cannot emphasize enough to please not do that. I do not consent to you taking my work in any way shape or form and posting it elsewhere. Reblogs are always welcomed and appreciated. Comments and loves are always welcomed as well! ↝I do not consent to minors reading or interacting with my blog or my works. ↜ ↝You can pretty much guarantee anything you click on to read here has smut so treat it as NSFW. Always read the trigger warnings before you read. Again. I do not consent to posting my work anywhere. Do not steal my work. And again, no minors interacting or anything with my work. You will find yourself blocked and I won't be nice about it. ↝Characters I will write for Aaron Taylor-Johnson.↜ ✭ Sergei Kravinoff - Kraven The Hunter ✭ Sergeant Allen "Ize" Isaac - The Wall ✭ James Frey - A Million Little Pieces ✭ Ford Brody - Godzilla ✭ Count Aleksey Vronsky - Anna Karenina ✭ Ray Marcus - Nocturnal Animals ✭ Ben Leonard - Savages ✭ Tangerine - Bullet Train ✭ Divider & Header Credit to @nyxvuxoa

↬Quiver - Smut Prompt ↬Kitchen Quickie - Smut Prompt

↬A Solitary Love ↬Honeymoon ↬NSFW Alphabet

↬The Taste of You - Smut Prompt

↬"Use My Thigh" Smut Prompt

↬I Think It's Time

↬NSFW Alphabet ↬Netflix & Chill

↬Heat Waves ↬Where You Belong ↬The Taste of a Virgin - DARK FIC. PLEASE READ TRIGGERS ↬Right here. Right now - Anon Smut Prompt

↬Eat Spit Get Dicked ↬U-Turn

↬Begging You! - Smut Prompt

[eds-gryff]

Queer Headcanons for the Narnia Characters

• Peter Pevensie

• Prince Caspian

• Susan Pevensie

• Edmund Pevensie

• Lucy Pevensie

• Eustace Clarence Scrubb

• Jill Pole

The last one isn’t headcanon sexuality, but it is my headcanon ship in that movie, so I wanted to include them. And Caspeter is canon, obviously!!!

[honorhearted]

It was not lost on Benjamin how Keturah recoiled. She jerked away from his touch, folding her arms and stubbornly pressing into the tree trunk.

Despite the initial sting, Benjamin knew he deserved her dismissal. What she was experiencing...it was beyond difficult, and he couldn't even fathom what it would feel like, were he to have been a boy who walked in on his mother with a different man.

Before he could offer any plaintive appeal, Keturah told him, “Auntie Molly says want in one hand and piss in the other and see which fills faster. And mama says you have to lie a lot for the Cause. She lies for it too. No one ever says what they mean anymore because it’s dangerous.”

Benjamin stiffened, his lips rolling inward. "Yes, well...'Auntie Molly' says a lot of things," he muttered. "But your mother and I..." With a wince, he gnawed on his cheek and nodded. "Yes. We do have to lie. But I can assure you, Kettie: they are white lies, because they are harmless overall -- they protect us, and ensure a greater likelihood of surviving this war."

Despite her face not being within view, Benjamin could tell Keturah was growing increasingly upset. “You’re lying right now," she accused. "You wouldn’t do anything to protect us because you wouldn’t leave the army – just like mama won’t.” 

Benjamin blinked at her, aghast. "Of course I would do anything to protect you," he volleyed. "Here with the army, I'm afraid it isn't so simple...to just up and leave would be treason." Unsure if Keturah would understand such a concept, he sighed and wiped a hand over his mouth. "I can protect you and serve -- I've been doing it this entire time, have I not? Whether or not I'm here in camp is irrelevant, because I've been keeping close friends standing guard. If you haven't noticed their unspoken protection, then no one else has either."

Expression guarded, he carefully appraised her profile. "Do you really feel me incapable, or is there something else on your mind?"

"I miss him too." 

While Benjamin had surely intended for his statement to reassure Keturah, it only served to make her jealous. She was well aware how close her father and uncle had once been, and that meant the latter had spent much more time with him than she ever had. Benjamin had a plethora of memories to comfort him in his grief, but Keturah was forgetting more and more of Selah every day. Sometimes she could hardly remember his voice or even his face. That scared her terribly. 

It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t! 

"The war won't last forever," he continued, still trying to offer some semblance of consolation, "I know I can't be there for you every waking moment of the day, nor even most of it, but Kettie..." 

Here, he gently touched her arm, prompting her limbs to stiffen with unease, "I want to be. Very, very much.”

Keturah lightly tugged away so she could fold her arms, a defensive measure to prevent him from attempting contact again. It upset her to hear him talk of the future when everything was so uncertain. Squinting her eyes shut tight to keep any tears from fighting their way through, she shook her head. 

“Auntie Molly says want in one hand and piss in the other and see which fills faster,” she answered coolly, “And mama says you have to lie a lot for the Cause. She lies for it too. No one ever says what they mean anymore because it’s dangerous.”

If they weren’t so high up, Keturah would have seized the opportunity to run away so she didn’t have to talk about this anymore, to face the monsters of this war that were always taking away everything she loved. Running, of course, would do little good. Especially when the war would continue to take from her no matter where she went. 

Hands shaking, her fingers curled inward, digging into the tough exterior of the tree trunk until they blistered, “You’re lying right now. You wouldn’t do anything to protect us because you wouldn’t leave the army – just like mama won’t.” 

[honorhearted]

RIP to the one time the showrunners let Ben be playful/happy

[musicboxmemories]

Turn Week 2024 - Day 2 - Switch Sides (Based on the historian theory that Peggy Shippen was Agent 355)

[ludarklina-fan-spot]

These two.

Gifs by @ladylrbloom

[melpomeneprose]

♫— I come over, quarter past two, love in my eyes. Blinded by you, just to get a taste of heaven, I'm on my knees…

[melpomeneprose]

O, say, bonny lass, will you go into battle?

Where the drums are beaten and cannons loud rattle.

O, yes, my bonny lad, I will share all thy harms.

[melpomeneprose]

"Mad?" Benjamin echoes, disbelieving. "No, Anna," a pause. "Mrs. Strong," a sigh, not defeat, just distaste for the thing. "Not mad, never mad, I am not T.arleton, or M.arion, but I digress. People are going to suffer in this war regardless," this gives him a headache, but the dirty blonde twenty-four-year-old would much rather be neurotic or obsessive about this then see more people suffer for no reason.

"I am trying to prevent as much harm as possible, Mrs. Strong."

~open to all~

"Are you INSANE?! Showing up here?!!!" Anna rumbled. There are redcoats all over her property.