#benrius fic

[crocs-simp]

When You Call The Last Light Down

rating: m 🦕 words: 29,996 🦖 chapters: 11/?

It had been going so well.

Just another meetup of the Camp Fam; talking about their lives, jobs, schools, and generally updating each other on the affairs of the world around them. When the clock struck nine PM they each headed to their respective vehicles, ready to go home for the night.

And then Ben threw up.

[nattule29]

The benrius kid au !!!!

So...made this thing two weeks ago and dropped it. If I'm gonna continue this or not? idk maybe, might drop it, might redo it, might continue it, who knows

There's a fic under the line

summary: how they found Dhalia :/ about 1,140 words.

btw im not much of a writer and it's not proofread YOUVE BEEN WARNED!

Five years. It’s been five years since this dynamic duo finally came together after navigating denial, hurt, and confusion. Five years since Darius said, "I love you back without the bud."

Darius leaned his head against the newly purchased, yet still old, van, watching the trees blur past in a comforting silence beside his date.

"Beep beep!"

“What was that?”

“Nothing…”

“Ben, we’ve talked about this. You can’t wait until the last minute to fill up the gas tank.”

“Fine. There’s a gas station on the way home; I’ll stop there.”

“Good,” Darius said, leaning back against the window.

Ben released a resigned sigh, a small smile tugging at his lips. He knew better than to argue against Darius; he’d probably jump out of the van if he did.

Tree after tree blurred by until Ben finally pulled into a quaint gas station café. He parked next to the pumps and got out, walking to Darius's side, he opened the car door like a true gentleman.

“Sir?” Ben teased, flashing a playful smile as he extended his hand to Darius. Darius rolled his eyes but took it anyway.

“What? Isn’t this what boyfriends do?” Ben quipped, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

Darius felt his ears warm slightly at the word “boyfriend,” and he couldn’t help but smile.

"You're such a goof" Darius’s smile widened, and it lifted Ben’s heart,

Darius decided to head into the café, leaving Ben to take care of the gas tank.

Ben whistled to himself, glancing around, when suddenly he heard a thud followed by a hiss from the side of the café. His curiosity piqued.

“Compys…” he whispered, a hint of dread in his voice. He tried to focus on his task, but another sound caught his attention—a cry? He froze and walked toward the side of the café, where the noise was coming from. There, nestled beside a small, closed box, he spotted the compys scratching at it, drawn in by the faint cooing inside.

“Hey!” Ben shouted, swinging his arm to scare the pesky creatures away.

Ben cautiously opened the box to discover what the compys were so desperately after. His face twisted in shocked confusion as he gasped, “What the-!?”

𓆈𓆌𓆈𓆌𓆈𓆌𓆈𓆌𓆈𓆌𓆈𓆌𓆈𓆌𓆈𓆌𓆈𓆌

"They sell a bunch of nasty compy meat!? So I didint get anything from the cafe, but we can cook up our breakfast for dinner…Hey, you okay?"

“I… I found a baby…” Ben stammered, holding the small cardboard box tightly in his hands, as if afraid it might disappear if he loosened his grip. The tiny creature inside peered up at him, wide-eyed and vulnerable.

Darius’s face twisted in puzzlement. “What do you mean you found a baby—” He leaned closer, peering over the box that Ben held so tightly. “Oh, wh—where did you!? Ben, whose baby is this?!” Darius exclaimed, his voice rising in surprise.

Ben’s shoulders shot up in a shrug, his eyes wide with uncertainty. “I don’t know! It was just there, behind the café!” He looked at Darius, searching for answers as panic started to creep in. His fingers tightened around the box as if he could somehow protect the tiny creature inside.

Darius took a step closer, instinctively reaching out as if to touch the box, but hesitated. “What if it’s hurt? We can’t just leave it here!” His brows knitted together in concern, glancing around as if expecting someone to come rushing out of the café to claim the baby.

Ben’s heart raced. “…so what do we do with it?” His shoulder slumped back down, the weight of the situation settling on him like a heavy cloak.

"I guess we take them home," Darius said, his voice steadying. "Figure out what to do when we get back home…they were obviously abandoned, so no point in finding the parent." He looked down at the tiny creature in sympathy, his expression softening.

“Are you sure?” Ben’s voice was barely above a whisper, his gaze darting from Darius to the baby. “What if it's parents—”

“We can figure that out later. Right now, we need to make sure it’s safe.” Studying the tiny creature peering up at them, its wide eyes glistening with innocence.

As they exchanged worried glances, Ben gently shifted the box closer to Darius. “Can you… can you hold it?”

Darius hesitated for a moment, then nodded, his hands trembling slightly as he took the box. “Okay, but let’s be careful.” He felt a rush of warmth and protectiveness swell in his chest, he tried to push it down.

“Yeah, like it’s made of glass,” Ben chuckled nervously, but his smile faded as he scanned their surroundings again. “What if someone sees us? What if they think we kidnaped a baby and-?”

“Ben, focus.” Darius’s tone was firm but gentle. “We’ll figure out the details later. Let’s get out of here first.”

Ben nodded, casting one last look at the café. A feeling of dread washed over him. They were stepping into uncharted territory, and he had no idea what they were getting themselves into.

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note- if I do continue this I'll continue this on ao3. I don't know if I'll stick with this story or change how they meet.

[ziggyst-4-rdust]

Darius watched the trees blur by, only being smudges of faded green in the void of the night.

“It's quiet.” He said, his voice breaking the solemn silence that drifted through Ben's van, his eyes flitted over to the man driving. Ben looked different, defined. 

“It's night, and we're on this.. Secluded, creepy ass road.” Ben snorted, keeping his eyes on the road in front of them. He was right – it was pretty eerie, not even the wind was howling to move against the trees, no bushes rustling. Just the soft hum from the van. And their breathing.

The first thing Darius took notice of when he got into the car was the T-rex smeller hanging from Ben's rear view mirror. Cute. Was the first thing that came to mind. 

The drive was mostly quiet, with some small talk. Awkwardness was choking Darius.

“So, how's your life going? Therapy going well?” Ben broke the silence – his words pierced the silence like a spear. He glanced at Darius from the corner of his eye, before skimming the road in front of them again.

Ben had always cared about him. Frequently checking up on him, even bringing him a few trinkets. Who couldn't love him?

“S’fine. Pretty boring, actually. You?” Darius chuckled, leaning his elbow against the car window, turning his head fully to Ben. He couldn't help but skim over Ben's features.

Darius' thoughts drifted back to Nublar – “I love you, bud.” – He shook his head slightly, shaking that thought out of his head. But he couldn't deny the heat creeping up to his face.

Even after six years, he couldn't rid himself of those feelings. He couldn't shake them off.

He opened his mouth to say something, before closing it. What could he say? 

He was snapped out of his thoughts when Ben spoke, he wished he hadn't asked.

“Me and my partner – actually, we went on a hike,” He smiled, recalling the thought.

Oh.

“Oh?” Darius asked, hoping Ben hadn't picked up on the crack in his voice. His eyes stung a little, the all too familiar salty water gathering up.

“Yeah – we…” The words were filtered out of Darius' head, he turned his head back to the flurry of woods they were passing by, his vision blurry, head spinning.

He swallowed the lump in his throat, sliding a hand over his mouth to muffle any noises.

Of course. it's been six years, of course he wouldn't… he couldn't finish his trail of thought.

And it was then – he still wished he was on Nublar again. Where it was just them – and no one else. Just them. 

His heart throbbed.

“That's.. that's great, Ben.” He said with choked words, staring out at the blur of green. Maybe if he hadn't isolated himself, maybe if things went differently… maybe if -

Maybe in another universe.

[whylee-wheeler]

OMGGG!????? THIS IS MY FAVORITE DAY OF ALL THE DAYS! IF YOU WROTE THIS AND YOU TOLD ME YOU WERE GOING TO WRITE IT I'M SORRY I COMPLETELY MISSED IT😭😭ABGSGSGG I'M SCREAMING LIKE TYSMM

[crocs-simp]

It’s Windy at the Bridge

rating: mature 🦕 words: 6,697 🦖 chapters: completed

What if Mo had not owned a gas station at all, but a motel? With their gas problem forcing Darius and Ben to spend the night together, they have little else to do but to reflect and renew… in the same bed.

[crocs-simp]

To Sleep, perchance to Dream

rating: teen 🦕 words: 3,563 🦖 chapters: completed

An unexpected accident leaves Ben stranded in his van. Trapped with only himself for company, he soon finds the situation taking a much more literal turn than he would expect.

Inspired by @softdrafts's post. Thank you so much for the idea!!!

[crocs-simp]

That Makes Calamity Of So Long Life

rating: general 🦕 words: 2,313 🦖 chapters: 1

With rising concern all over the world about dinosaurs roaming wild, Ben finds it hard not to relate his situation with the poor animals.

[crocs-simp]

BENRIUS ABC CHALLENGE

ABC challenge for Benrius mainly, but with the rest of the Camp Fam making appearances now and then.

IT’S DOOOOONE! 🎉🎉 A journey almost two years in the making, and I can't believe how far I’ve come since then, both as a writer and in terms of delusional LMAO. Enjoy everyone and thanks for reading and kudos and comments!