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ravenpoefan · 4 years ago
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This commission I ordered from Flargahblargh back in September of Ben and Arturo getting married :D i will never get over the details and the way they look into each other’s eyes! The Delightful children are happy for Father and my heart is just ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
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ravenpoefan · 4 years ago
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Arturo: Instead of getting mad at them for failing, try telling them that it’s ok to fail and that they did their best and that you’re proud of them for trying. :)
Ben: Okay.
The Delightful children: ...... :(
Ben: .... You tried and that’s ok.
Arturo: That’s a good start. We’ll still work on it.
The Delightful children: :)
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ravenpoefan · 4 years ago
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Arturo was a little nervous and excited. He crafted a present for his beloved boyfriend for his birthday.
Ben never really celebrated it. It was too depressing to him. His mother died that same day and he feels as if it was his fault. That’s what his dad always told him growing up.
Ben let out a sigh and went to grab his pipe but remembered that Numbuh 1 stole it and took it into space. He growled and yelled in frustration. He burst into flames for a moment and sat there and cried softly. Half of the furniture was charred and on fire.
He hated his life. He wished he wasn’t even born.
Arturo walked to the bedroom door and took a deep breath. He knocked.
Arturo: H-Hey Ben? May I come in?
Ben sat up. He walked to the door and opened it, grumbling. He gestured to his boyfriend to come in.
Ben: What?
His tone of voice was cold. He grumbled, trying to ignore the significance of today.
Arturo walked in holding a small rectangular gift box wrapped in yellow paper and tied with a red bow behind his back.
Arturo: Hey. How are you feeling?
Ben: Horrible!! Thanks for asking!!
He plopped backwards on the burned bed and groaned.
Arturo: Um well. I have something for you. I know you don’t celebrate your birthday but I wanted to get you a little something at least.
Ben sat up, confused. His voice mellowed out.
Ben: What is it?
Arturo pulled the present from behind him and handed it to Ben, blushing.
Arturo: I heard you’d lost something precious to you and well…. It isn’t the one you lost but I tried my best to make a new one for you.
Ben was a bit confused at his words. He finally opened the box and let out a gasp. His eyes teared up and he carefully took its contents out. It was a pipe, crafted by hand from a dark cherry wood. It looked a little rough around the edges but was still usable. There was a name carved on the side. It said “Father”
Ben clutched it to his heart, his silhouette dissolving as he gazed at Arturo, tears streaming down his face.
Arturo: I-I I know it looks kind of garbage but I couldn’t find the one you had mentioned before, so I wanted to try and make you one. The Delightful Children helped me pick out the wood. *blushes*
Ben stood up: This is the greatest gift anyone has ever gotten me. I love it so much!! *bursts into tears*
He pulled him into a hug and kissed him on the cheek, smiling.
Arturo hugged him close and smiled.
Arturo: Happy birthday, My love~ *kisses him*
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ravenpoefan · 4 years ago
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Hmmmm Arturo, Ben and the delightful Children going out somewhere and it starts pouring. The Delightful children have umbrellas but Ben forgot to bring one, so Arturo opens his wings up and shields Ben from the rain.
I just.... I gotta have my BenTuro fluff 😭
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ravenpoefan · 4 years ago
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Ben trying to reconnect with his brother after he steps down from his evil business.
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ravenpoefan · 4 years ago
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Thinking about how Ben starts leading a better life with his husband and children.
What if the delightful children start making friends, now that they aren’t fighting with the KND or other kids anymore and they’re genuinely happy?
I imagine that the delightful children wanted to make friends but because Father was so hellbent on trying to destroy the KND, they weren’t really able to make friends.
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