#ben x anna

[honorhearted]

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

[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]

"You can't possibly be serious, Ben. That mission is suicide." (Anna)

@faithhearted

Benjamin was instantly filled with regret. He knew he shouldn't have come here -- he knew it, he knew it -- and now, peering back into Anna's wide, disbelieving eyes, he felt the weight of his mistake digging in deep, snagging and shredding his heart strings as he offered a stilted nod.

"I know," he agreed, his voice soft, "but if not me, then who, Anna? I won't have anyone risk their life when I'm perfectly capable of doing this myself. Still, I..." Trailing off, he pressed his lips together before glancing down at the space between them, the air feeling stale and s.uffocating as he lowly concluded, "I wanted to come see you... To affirm in my heart what I've known all along."

Panic nipped at his throat, but Benjamin ignored the fear and closed the distance between them, his limbs trembling as he reached down and took her hands in his. To touch any part of her -- to be near -- led to a deeper stabbing sensation in his heart, and he closed his eyes before shaking his head. "This w.ar may have turned me into a liar, Anna, but I don't wish to lie anymore," he whispered. "Not to you. Not if..." this is our last moment together.

[musicboxmemories]

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

[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.

[dailaz]

Unity(Spidey) Squad.

Heroes portraits: Marvel Future Fight.

Jeff: Marvel Rivals

Fanfic creator: Secret Agent Man Jp.

Image edit made by me.

[honorhearted]

Comfort in camp was fleeting. With the backdrop of war in one's youth, it was quite easy to feel angry, hurt, cheated to realize that everything dreamt of as a child was now blood-spattered and ruined. Ben couldn't find a future in this hellscape -- not unless he fought for it tooth and nail, and with his ever-wavering humanity.

But with his friends -- with Anna -- he could somehow find a moment's respite. Lately, she had taken to waking up besieged by night terrors, panting and trembling and overwrought by a nameless ghost Ben couldn't even begin to assuage. This was why he'd proposed she share his quarters. It wasn't proper by any means, but since the rest of camp already believed they were tupping, he quite frankly didn't give a damn about their conjecture -- not when Anna needed him.

Late that night, he was roused from sleep by her jerking upright, clammy and trembling. Without fully being released from his own subconscious, Ben groggily rolled up to sit alongside her. On instinct, his hands lifted to take her shoulders, instantly sobered by the fear and panic in her eyes.

"It's all right," he soothed, cupping her face between his hands. "Look at me...breathe, Anna. You're here in my quarters, and you're safe -- I promise."

He didn't make assurances of this nature lightly, but as he curled her beneath his chin and wrapped his arms around her quivering frame, the selfish part of him realized that she made him feel safe, too. Brushing his lips over her hair, he closed his eyes and rubbed his palm between her shoulder blades. "Do you need to talk about it?" he gently pressed. "We can just sit here, if you'd like...or speak about anything you wish."

? (it can literally just be the generated dialogue, if you want -- you don't have to write anything else! <3)

Skeletal ribs seize with startling force and she finds herself bolting upright. Tinctured tendrils of frigid terror are sent etching across the marrows of shaken bones. Cruel wisps of dread do not dispel with the harsh fluttering of lashes. Instead, they seem to amplify under the accursed, hollow din of the campfire. The same one casting the brunette's usually soft maple shades, a hue more accurately likened to amber.

Panic, ill-subdued, lingers as Anna's eyes rove the tent. Despite her every effort to steel herself from sobbing, her ratted breaths scorch her lungs producing a strangled variation of the sound. Chilled skin plasters with rivulets which ran unabashedly towards the the lowest point of gravity possible.

Stiff porcelain digits snare, crumpling with fervor into the cloak still knotted about her throat for warmth when she catches Tallmadge's warm, errant gaze. "It's---" Anna rasps raw and vulnerable. The word 'nothing' is swallowed forcibly down in favor of a new direction. An apologetic one.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you." Of course, she is presuming he was roused when she unwittingly untethered herself from his arms.

Anna puffs out a forceful breath, attempting to mask the sting of dread still dwelling within in her veins. "I had a nightmare."