#beneviolencia

[bever7y]

WE HAVE TO DREAM IN ORDER TO SURVIVE. @beneviolencia is this before or after he breaks his hip?

[moltolavoro]

@beneviolencia | jim & sam

he's -- numb. that's really the only word for it. and jim knows that's bad. know it means he's not properly processing his feeling, which is something they're big on in the cadet program. but -- fuck the cadet program right now. the cadet program is part of the reason he was there in the first place.

the journey home is -- quiet. jim doesn't sleep. he's so paranoid there won't be enough food that he hides bits away when no one's looking. he won't talk to his dad. there's a handful of other kids who made it and jim sees this...this haunted look in their eyes and he knows it's reflected in his own but he hasn't looked. can't look in the mirror.

actually, he doesn't break down at all until he sees sam. they come off the ship and jim's quiet and small at his dad's side. but there's -- there's sam, waiting by their mom and jim is sprinting before he realises it and he launches himself at sam. clings tight and doesn't even realise he's sobbing until he hears the sound, holding so tightly to his older brother he's likely to leave he bruises.

he can't even find the air to apologise.

[nursc-a2]

_________  ⋆˚ ★ INCOMING HOLO / ENDLESS EDITS OF NURSC (  for @beneviolencia )

the christine and sam smalltown au

[izzyhnds]

sexual tension prompts.

[ CHALLENGE ] : after the receiver teasingly suggests that the sender is a terrible kisser, sender immediately and fervently proves them wrong with a long, passionate kiss that leaves the receiver taking back what they said.

 The bar was emptied by now of all regular patrons. Candles melted down to the base at some tables and the only sounds coming from Jackie and Geraldo talking over in their booth and Niko and Izzy shooting the shit across the room. Izzy actually had enjoyed getting to know this man some during the time they’d known one another. He was halfway interesting. 

He had a single drink in him. About as much as he’d allow while off the ship as he wanted his wits about him on land. It was enough to take a bit of his usual edge off however and he actually having some fun. The fact he was away from his crew probably aided in this. 

Hands was playing with the gently burning candle on their table, finger trailing down the melted wax so it stuck to his skin. “I don’t know. Even Jackie said you were a terrible kisser,” he teased dryly. “Maybe that’s why she has so many of you? Maybe that’s why they called you Niko the Terrible.” He smirked a bit in good humor. They’d been discussing polyamory and Niko was explaining it to him as Izzy hadn’t understood it. 

Of course Jackie had told him that and told him it was a joke but that Niko was fun to rile up. Hazel eyes unconsciously flitted over the man’s lips for a couple seconds while he’d made his comment. 

Izzy didn’t even have time to look away or notice he’d stared. Niko had gripped at his shirt and under his knee and pulled him closer on the bench they were seated on so he could hold the man’s face in his hands and prove him wrong. Lips swallowed the sound of surprise that Hands made, eyes widening in shock. His fingers came up to grip at the large hands that held his face but he didn’t pull them away. Israel groaned softly as he relaxed into the kiss. Heart thudding in his chest, threatening to burst from behind his rib cage. 

Kissing women had never felt like this. 

He’d never particularly enjoyed kissing but this was different. Hands forgot entirely where they even were. Forgot that Spanish Jackie and Geraldo were only on the other side of the room. Lost in the moment, Izzy’s hands dropped from Niko’s to grip at the man’s shirt as he kissed him back so desperately. He was like a starving man finally being allowed food. It wasn’t until he felt that he’d started to get semi-hard that he pulled away, his face tinged pink. 

“I--I was wrong,” he stammered quickly, unable to hide the shame in his eyes and the almost pleading look to be told it was okay. God. He’d enjoyed that immensely. 

@beneviolencia​

[crimsonsunsets]

★    ┈┈    ENDLESS  EDITS  OF  CAPTAIN  CRUSHER.  (  mutuals    can    reblog  !!  )

beverly explaining to an admiral that yes, she wants to use her little lab coat on the bridge while cmo picard laughs at her because he knows she only wears it because she’s cold as heck ( @beneviolencia​ )

[shoreaway]

          @beneviolencia​ ,    lucius          ♢     ♦     ♢          five    times    comforted        —        five    times    the    receiver    comforted    the    sender .

          pete  didn’t  realize  he  is  capable  of  softness  until  he  finds  his  fingers  entangled  in  lucius’  hair,  the  young  man  softly  snoring  within  the  crook  of  pete’s  neck.    something  had  happened  in  the  pirate’s  republic,  involving  blood  smeared  on  white  clothing  and  a  nose  jar.    pete  hadn’t  understood  much  of  it,  but  he’d  seen  how  upset  lucius  was.    a  few  kind  words    —        ❝    it’s  gonna  be  okay.    ❞        —    got  a  series  of  sobs  in  return,  which  were  hushed  within  the  fabric  of  pete’s  shirt  as  soon  as  he  hesitantly  opened  his  arms.    how  they  ended  up  cuddled  against  one  another,  the  narrating  voice  of  the  captain  in  the  background,  is  a  mystery    —    but  something  swells  inside  pete’s  chest,  something  warm  and  soft  and  unfamiliar.    he  tucks  it  away  safely,  much  like  he  cradles  lucius’  head  and  closes  his  eyes  for  the  night.

          the  only  thing  getting  through  lucius’  tirade  is  pete’s  soft  nods  and  words  of  agreement    —    oh,  yeah.    you’re  so  right.    damn  him  to  hell!    these  things  come  relatively  easy  to  pete,  meanness  and  cruelty  always  ready  at  the  tip  of  his  tongue  to  act  as  a  protective  armor.    it’s  the  supporting  role  in  the  slander  that  is  new.    but  pete  finds  that  with  lucius,  all  kinds  of  things  come  easy:  a  smile,  some  blushing,  brushing  touches  that  leave  him  wondering.    when  lucius  takes  a  seat,  spitting  out  this  final  venom  of  words  and  some  spatters,  pete  takes  a  seat  beside  him.    at  last  pete  offers  one  more  thing:        ❝    it’s  gonna  be  okay.    ❞        what  follows  is  silence,  but  pete  realizes  that  silence,  too,  is  easy  with  lucius.

          so  far  there  has  only  been  one  occasion  pete  wished  he  were  bigger,  and  it  is  right  now.    he  shifts  closer  to  lucius,  sheltering  the  man  with  his  entire  frame,  protecting  him  from  the  world  and  all  the  horrors  within.    a  hand  reaches  up  to  brush  away  the  tears,  a  kiss  on  the  cheek  quickly  following.        ❝    you  were  so  brave.    ❞        his  voice  is  a  whisper,  warm  and  luring,  hoarse  with  his  own  exhaustion  but  ready  to  scream  if  lucius  so  wishes.    a  quick  glance  goes  to  the  freshly  stitched  finger    —    or  lack  thereof.    a  few  months  ago  pete  would  have  mocked  him  for  losing  something  as  silly  as  a  finger,  but  the  gravity  of  the  situation  has  settled  itself  within  pete’s  chest  with  a  choking  anxiety.        ❝    is  there  anything  else  you  need?    how’s  the  pain?    have  you  eaten?    you  should  eat  something.    ❞    torn  between  offering  the  comfort  of  closeness  or  service,  indecision  grips  him  as  he  looks  around,  hoping  to  find  someone  who  might  do  a  better  job  at  taking  care  of  lucius  than  he  does.        ❝    it’s  gonna  be  okay,  babe,    ❞      pete  mutters  at  last,  pulling  lucius  close  when  he  finds  that  they  are  alone.    pete  finds  he  can  only  offer  all  of  him,  wishing  there  was  more  of  him  to  give.

          he  can’t  believe  he’s  lost  him.    pete  had  seen  lucius  right  across  the  deck  before  chaos  erupted.    now  he  seems  lost  within  the  heavy  tud  of  leather  boots,  the  screams  of  defiance,  the  unsheathing  of  swords.    eyes  scan  the  ship  nervously,  looking  for  his  lover’s  face,  but  finds  nothing  but  confused  panic.    and  then    —    he  finds  lucius  near  the  mast,  the  start  of  a  line  up  alongside  the  rest  of  the  crew.    although  there  is  a  gun  pointed  at  him  and  the  soldier  hasn’t  finished  tying  his  wrists  yet,  pete  breaks  into  a  run.    the  ugly  sound  of  flesh  and  bone  smacking  wood  fills  his  eyes  when  he  is  tackled.    blood  trickles  down  his  lips,  onto  his  chin,  but  there  is  a  big  smile  on  his  features  when  he’s  pulled  up,  and  sees  the  one  he’s  been  looking  for.        ❝    it’s  gonna  be  okay,  babe,    ❞      he  says,  and  he  would  risk  it  all  again  to  say  it  one  more  time.

        he’s  been  hovering  around  him  all  day,  a  guard  dog  ready  to  bark  at  anyone  with  the  slightest  suspicion  of  ill  intent.    it’s  in  the  quiet  of  the  night,  when  even  button’s  stirring  has  stilled,  that  pete  allows  himself  to  cry.    how  long  has  it  been?    it’s  a  cruelty  that  he  can’t  even  remember  the  last  time  he’s  seen  him.    he  only  knows  that  it’s  been  too  long,  and  time  has  been  unkind  to  lucius.   pete  lays  his  head  down  besides  lucius,  an  awkward  angle  as  he  is  sitting  beside  the  bed,  but  he’s  too  exhausted  to  register  the  discomfort.    something  shifts  over  lucius’  features,  something  dark  and  dangerous,  and  pete  reaches  out  to  brush  some  of  his  hair  out  of  the  way.    when  he  speaks,  the  words  are  choked,  but  spoken  nonetheless.        ❝    it’s  gonna  be  okay,  babe.    ❞

[truthsaved-a]

@beneviolencia​    sent  :   80 , sender  and  receiver  go  shopping  together .  -  signed guy mann

mulder and guy had been walking through the crowded mall center before mulder finally spoke up,    ❛ any idea what kind of store you’re looking for in here?   you know they have maps we can reference near an entrance. ❜   but honestly guy probably didn’t know that.   mulder was just trying to hurry things along.   the throngs of teenagers pushing past them made him uncomfortable.   malls weren’t a place he hung out even when he was younger,  let alone now.   he should have thought about it being after school hours.   but,  when the other,  as hopeless as he is,  reached out for mulder to accompany him  ...  mulder obliged.    ❛ either that or there is another shopping center nearby,  if you’re not seeing anything of interest.  ❜   

[staydeath]

@beneviolencia ,    anton​          ✧    ✦    ✧          small    acts    of    kindness    from    stu .

          he  feels  sorry  for  anton.        (    sometimes  it  feels  like  he’s  the  only  one  who  does.    )        moments  ago  they  encountered  a  few  vampires,  and  that  on  its  own  should  say  enough.    stu  slowly  makes  his  way  towards  his  alpha,  dodging  the  rest  of  the  pack  with  tiny  smiles  and  glances  towards  the  ground,  avoiding  conversation  with  anyone  who  tries  in  order  to  get  to  anton  faster.

          eventually  he  makes  it,  both  of  them  walking  a  few  paces  in  front  of  anyone  else.    stu  reaches  into  his  pocket,  finds  a  pack  of  mints  and  offers  one  to  the  ginger  haired  man  by  his  side.