Dc x dp fic except it's not DP and it's Ben 10, cause Ben 10 has a criminally low amount of fics compared to the DC×DP sub fandom😭
OK, SO-
Ben (while on a mission with Gwen, Kevin, and Rook) gets K.O'd so fucking hard somehow it deadass slingshots him to another universe so fucking hard that even Professor Paradox is like "Yeah, Idk where he is 😭??"
Boom, Ben wakes up in another Dimension with amnesia, which is bad, but WAIT, it gets even worse🤩😏 the Omnitrix freaked out from the overall energy of the attack from the threat him and his team were facing that it semi life locked him in his alien forms, meaning he cant turn back into a human but can switch between the aliens
(not at will, more so situational, y'know how like some people theorize that when Ben doesn't turn into the alien he wants, it's the Omnitrix giving him what he needs)
Anyway Ben woke up with amnesia in another Dimension, boom, and now he's trapped in his alien form, double boom. Pookie is obviously very freaked out and confused, and because he obviously doesn't want to cause mass panic cause he's a freak he just kinda lurks in dark alleys and abandoned buildings. Bro accidentally becomes a local cryptid, well, multiple cryptids.
He catches sight of Signal (like it's fucking hard with that bright ass suit) and because of his color, the shape of the helmet and maybe he used his powers in a fight and thinks bro is an alien. Ben just approaches and is like "uh.. friend? :)" he quickly realizes that he's fucking WRONG but Duke is just like "yeah this might as well happen" and the accidental besties unite, then they start kissing at some point idk
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An Open Book
Here's a small snippet of my writing, since I haven't been drawing consistently. For some context, it's part of a post OV story that I've been working on for a while. This scene in particular takes place at a dining hall, where there's a celebration banquet for Grandpa Max's birthday. It's been a year after the events of the OV finale, and Ben hasn't been talking to most people, including his friends. He barely even texts Gwen and Kevin at this point, both of which are worried about him. He hasn't talked to Rook in a while as well, trying to push everyone and anyone away.
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Being there felt like torture. All of the stares and glares he got was enough to make anyone go crazy. But that was normal to him. The hero was more-so unsettled by the newer looks of concern being casted upon him. He had to admit that he didn't exactly look his best at the moment, despite the suit and tie.
Ben finished what was left of his punch and gracelessly tossed the cup into a trash bin. Officially feeling like he was done for the night, the human stared at the glass exit door. It was muddled with the reflections of party-goers, faces he'd rather not see again. He'd decided that he would just text Gwen that he felt sick and left the party, so that she wouldn't worry about him disappearing.
Huffing, he took a few steps forward before he felt a familiar, fuzzy hand connect with his. Time itself felt like it froze around him, like everything else had vanished.
Tracing his arm downwards, Ben's eyes landed on said hand. That's all he needed to see. Not having the energy to tug away, he stood there, expecting to be reprimanded and scolded about how he was being a horrible friend, or a bad plumber, or being generally a nuisance. Something that would make him angry enough gain the energy to yank his arm away and leave.
But that didn't happen.
Ben got goosebumps when he heard the delicate, yet raspy voice of his former partner hit his ears. Instead of the anger he'd prepared himself for, he heard hints of worry and fear. "You do not have to leave. We can talk, Ben." The hand holding his squeezed ever so slightly tighter, almost as if it was trying to beg him for an answer. Ben tilted his head to face the ground and took a deep breath. If he said anything now, he knew he couldn't back out afterwards.
Refusing to answer felt like the worse option, so talking it was. He would try his best to keep this interaction as short as he could.
"Rook, you... Chose to leave." The human winced slightly at his tone before quickly continuing his thoughts, "And that's great! For, uh, you. But... that was your choice. There's nothing to talk about. You're doing great, and I'm happy for you." Ben could almost feel Rook's eyes burning the back of his neck, and his chest ached. He could feel the familiar twinges of fear pulling at his muscles, telling him to get out as fast as he could. Telling him that he's in a dangerous situation, and that he needs to leave. To run, to fight, hell, even to hide.
But there was no danger here.
Just Rook.
The air was thick, as both beings could sense the tension rising. Even as nothing physical was happening around them, emotions were rapidly swirling and brewing in their heads. Neither of them quite knew what they were doing, and neither of them knew just how big that divide between them was until it was opened up.
The seconds of silence were deafening. Ben felt as if he wanted to scream and yell, but his throat closed up, and his thoughts flew throughout his mind like a tornado. Rook, on the other hand, just needed a few moments to collect his.
"You know that this is not healthy. I..." Rook paused, "I know that I should not push you with these things. But Ben, what you are doing is..." He inhaled sharply, and gave a quick sigh before giving up on that thought. He replaced it with one with a gentler tone. "I see those dark circles around your eyes. I see your shakey hands. I saw how you tensed up when Kevin touched your shoulder." Rook looked to the side, and let go of Ben's hand. "I do not care if you tell me what is wrong. I feel as if we both know that I know. But I will not stand by and let you hurt yourself like this."
The genuine care and concern caught Ben off guard. He'd spent the last year berating himself with words that probably weren't true. And he'd been doing so alone. But that's what was for the best, right? He didn't need to burden his friends with those thoughts. This was his battle, and his battle alone.
Ben turned slowly to meet Rook's stare with his own. Those vibrant, green eyes. Staring at them once made Rook happy, but looking at them now pained his heart more than ever. His friend looked so exhausted, so... lost.
"What do you expect me to do, Rook? You left, Gwen left, Kevin left, and it's fine. I'm fine on my own. I want to be on my own. And..." He stuttered, "I want you guys to be happy!" Ben forced a small smile, a smile all too familiar to Rook. The smile that he plastered on his face when fans ran towards him, and camera crews followed him around. Rook never thought he'd be on the receiving end of that smile.
The revonnahgander stepped slightly closer to Ben, which made the hero's facade drop a bit. As much as he wanted to back away, the human's legs were frozen in place. All he could do was turn around, to look away from his alien friend. Ben felt everything slowly collapsing, but why? He's always been able to keep things in, to keep everything at bay, to never show that things actually get to him. Why was it so difficult to control his emotions all of the sudden?
That's when a long, warm pair of arms wrapped around him like a safety blanket. All of this thoughts fell apart after that. Tears formed in his eyes, and dripped slowly down his reddened cheeks. Grabbing the arms slung over his shoulders, he held on tight. It was an awkward hug, but then again, they were awkward people. And, for the first time in years, he let himself cry.
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Gentle reminder, people. Ben was 15-17 Years old from beginning of alien force to end of Omniverse.
He tried his damnest with the girls (the accursed HAREM) and while he did make mistakes in the end the fault doesn't lay on him that those relationships fell through.
Stop demonizing the damned watch kid, I'm SICK OF IT. THE GIRLS WERE TO BLAME AS WELL.
GOD...
Sorry Cat, lmao.
NO YOU’RE RIGHT THE PEOPLE NEED TO BE REMINDED
To add to that, do people not realize that the relationship issues got worse the more invested he got in being a hero? It’s almost as if he couldn’t be a normal boyfriend because he literally gave up having a normal life :))) it shouldn’t take a genius to understand that and yet
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