Title: episode s04s08: Brave (my guilt runs dark and deep)
Summary: When each breath tastes like a farewell, sometimes your perspective shifts enough to make you feel brave again.
Aka: the Hyper loop confession we deserved but didn't get.
Word count: 6k words
Ship: Ben Pincus/Kenji Kon
Tags: Confessions, Fluff and Angst, An almost deathbed confession
Ao3 link here
Ben tilts his head a little, as his smile inches wider, reaching his eyes, rounding up his pale cheeks. The world around him grows colder and colder as his heart slows its beat, and Kenji’s smile and his hand on Ben’s thigh are not the sole points of warmth, keeping Ben away from freezing to death.
If he dies right now, he hopes that Death will borrow a face from Kenji and kiss him like Ben has always dreamed of being kissed.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Jurassic World: Camp Cretaceous (Cartoon), Jurassic World: Chaos Theory (Cartoon)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Darius Bowman/Ben Pincus, Benrius - Relationship, ben pincus/darius bowman, Yasmina "Yaz" Fadoula/Sammy Gutierrez
Characters: Ben Pincus, Darius Bowman, Yasmina "Yaz" Fadoula, Sammy Gutierrez (Jurassic Park), Kenji Kon, Brooklynn (Jurassic Park)
Additional Tags: Kissing, Ben being stupid, Darius having a gay panic, inspired by the meme, girls kiss other girls no one bats an eye, but when I kiss my homies good night society calls me gay, was chating with my friends about benrius so
Summary:
Ben kisses Darius as a friendly gesture where will things lead when Darius confronts him.
Summary: Kenji can be whatever Ben wants. So if Ben needs a hero - Kenji will be just that.
Word count: 6k words
Ship: Ben Pincus/Kenji Kon
Tags: Love Confessions, Fluff and Angst, Canon Divergence, A hyperloop scene: retelling
Ao3 Link
“‘ know…” Ben speaks slowly as if even one single word costs him a lot of energy.
“Hm?” Kenji hums.
“I was hoping that you’d teach me too… Rock climbing…” The pattern of Ben’s sentence is uneven, shaky; the volume of his voice rises when a shadowy inhale rushes out of his lungs, bringing the last syllables of each sentence into a quiet whisper. Kenji holds his own breath. “Guess that’s not in the cards anymore, huh?”
At first, Brooklynn looks Soyona in the eye only to make a point of her honesty. In private, when the stakes are lower, when there's no invisible gun pressed between her shoulder blades - Brooklynn only allows herself to glance at Soyona from the corner of her eye. It grants a different picture of the broker.
Sharp lines of Soyona's profile in the blurred scope of Brooklynn's vision. Perhaps, that is why her picture carves so deeply into Brooklynn's memory. Bleeding cuts like a violent strokes of a brush.
Now, Brooklynn curses herself mentally, her eyes following the smooth curve of Soyona's wrist. Her sleeves are rolled up, her golden skin catching the last drops of sunset. The bracelet secured on her hand protects the tender skin of her wrist and hides her veins. If someone snaked a finger beneath the metal, would Soyona's skin be warm? Or would the touch send chills down Brooklynn's spine? Just how cold-blooded Soyona is, that is the question, is it not?
Brooklynn doesn't look Soyona in the eye unless she has to. She looks at her hands instead, her fingers holding the brush like a rose, her skin glazed with warmth. She looks at the streak of paint; crimson red against Soyona's white shirt; as if her heart burst in her chest, crushed the ribs and seeped through her skin. Gruesome and enticing both at the same time. The urge to reach out and see whether the wound is still bleeding.
Brooklynn doesn't look Soyona in the eye, but she looks at her mouth, guessing the thought behind her lips - first tense with concentration, and then - suddenly softer, kindly amused. A whiplash. Brooklynn blinks surprised at the change, it rocks her off the balance.
"Brooklynn?" Soyona calls, and Brooklynn startles.
She doesn't look Soyona in the eye unless she has to; she looks up immediately at the sound of her name, sweetly pressed between Soyona's teeth.
"Yes?" Brooklynn replies, doesn't move.
"Look at me when I paint you," Soyona clicks his tongue, and it looks like she licking the taste of Brooklynn's name from the corner of her lips. "Your eyes... I want to see them. They are quite... Uncanny."
Brooklynn shivers - a chill spreads down her spine, she inhales through her nose, and summons a smile.
"Of course."
She looks at Soyona and finds that it is no longer difficult to hold her gaze.
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@patchodraws mentioned that we as a fandom don't talk often enough about Soyona being an artist and of course, I had to make it about Lab Partners again.
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.
