No. 31 A LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL
@whumptober
This is a BROTHER'S KEEPER entry. Takes place at the end of the recapture arc - not the end of the story though.
Content warning aftermath of captivity and torture. Aftermath of noncon, though it's not mentioned. Aftermath of violence and gunshot wounds - mentioned.
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As ALWAYS, thanks to the AMAZING @whumpcereal for the beta. And to my whumperful crew that always cheers me on: @oddsconvert and @sparrowsage as well as @quietly-by-myself. Y'all are the best!
Comfort | Bedside Vigil | “You can rest now.”
Ben noticed the sound first. A steady rhythmic beeping. It was familiar. He’d heard it before. The next thing he noticed was that he was on his side. He was alone in the bed, thank God. But he was warm, not hot. And clean, not sticky. He started to roll over, and a wave of nausea and pain coursed through him and he moaned.
“Benny? Son?”
Daddy?
Ben had to fight to open his eyes. He felt a warm hand take his. The touch was soft and gentle, yet firm. He’d know it anywhere. It was the touch he’d felt on his shoulder the one time he’d tried to play baseball like his big brother and realized that he had no sports talent. It was the touch on his cheek just before a hug when he was told that Jake would have to stay in jail and Ben wouldn’t be allowed to visit him. It was the touch of a bear hug and pat on his back when he graduated from high school at only sixteen and then college at twenty. It was pride and love and tender care.
It wasn’t Volkov.
Ben managed to finally get his eyes open. It was true. It wasn’t a dream. His dad. His father was sitting right next to his bed and holding his hand.
“Daddy. Dad. You’re here.” Ben’s eyes filled with tears. He pulled his dad’s hand to his chest.
His dad reached forward and touched his forehead to Ben’shis own. “I’m here buddy. You’re okay. You’re safe.”
Ben was a small child again. If he weren’t in so much pain, he would have crawled into his father’s lap and sobbed. But he was in pain. He pulled himself closer and sobbed into his dad’s shoulder.
“Shh. Shh. It’s okay. You’re safe. It’s over. It’s really over this time. I promise, Benny. It’s over. It’s over,” Jacob Sr. cooed into Ben’s ear. He held his son as close as he could, careful of Ben’s injuries.
Ben let out what felt like a lifetime of pain and degradation and humiliation. He’d suffered so much in these past few months.
“It’s all right. Let it out. It’s okay. It’s over, son. It’s over, my boy. You’ve done so well. You’ve been so strong and so brave. You can cry now. You can rest.”
Ben listened to his dad’s soothing words as he cried and cried. Neither of them knew how much time had passed, and neither of them cared. Ben finally got his courage up to ask what he so desperately needed to know.
“Jake? Is he… Did he… Dad…”
“He’s okay. He’s hurt pretty bad, but the doctors are hopeful. He… he can’t talk right now. He’s resting. Your mother is with him.”
“He… he took that bullet for me,” Ben said quietly.
“I know. He’s always trying to protect you. Even with all of his issues, Jake has always been a good brother to you. He wouldn’t have it any other way, Benny.”
“But he’s gonna be okay?”
“I think so. We’re praying. Through all this, your mother and I could do nothing but put you and your brother in God’s hands. Jake is still in God’s hands. But you’re in mine now.” Jacob leaned down and kissed the top of Ben’s head.
Jake was going to be alright? After seeing how much blood Jake had lost that day on the beach, it was a miracle Ben hadn’t been able to hope for. Jake was still fighting, fighting for him, like he always did. They had promised each other they were going to get off that fucking island and they had.
“And Zoe?”
“Zoe’s safe. She’s here too. She’s resting. Your family is safe, Ben. I swear. When we couldn’t protect you. We made sure we watched over her. I swear to you she’s safe. You’ll see her in a bit. She was here earlier but had to go lay down. She’ll be back. You just rest. I’m not going anywhere. She’d want you to rest.”
Ben breathed a sigh of relief and let the exhaustion take him. He laid his head down, keeping his dad’s hand locked in his.
“I missed you, dad. Thanks for watching over Zoe.”
“Always. I’ll always try my hardest to protect my family. She’s your family, so she’s my family too. Now get some sleep. She’ll be here when you wake up.”
Ben closed his eyes. For the first time in months, sleep came easy, and it was peaceful and deep.
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Ya know when people told me "when you're finally safe enough that you can leave survival mode and start to let go of and process your c-ptsd/trauma things are probably going to get really, really bad before they slowly start to get better" I thought that was reasonable. I did not understand that by "things are going to get bad" they meant "you're going to find yourself in the worst mental state of your entire life, but dw, that means it's working" and tbh I simply wish someone had been more clear.
Edit: If everyone could please take a minute and think about what it must feel like to be struggling and then have multiple strangers say to your face that they find the prospect of going through what you're going through so horrifying that they'd rather kill themselves and then stop leaving comments like that I would greatly appreciate it.
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interesting how transmascs & transfems alike think losing weight is the answer to pass as our chosen gender.... almost as if fat people are never Truly afforded a passing gender regardless of trans status. as fat people we are never Truly seen as Men or Women. anyway fuck that notion & if u think u need to lose weight to pass that's the devil talking
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"People shouldn't post about how the contraceptive pill can be prescribed for non-contraceptive reasons because it's sex negative" feels like a take that can only come from people who don't realise just how young some people end up being prescribed the pill
Like, fine, you, person in your twenties, might be comfortable being like "this is the pill I take to fuck without getting pregnant", but I don't think it's sex negative for a thirteen-year-old who has been prescribed it for debilitating period pain to not want to have to hide their medication from their classmates on an overnight school trip because their classmates think that the only reason anyone would take it is that they're sexually active
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ideal ways for me to die
1. old age, peacefully in my sleep
2. after a long and illustrious career i am at a rooftop gala hosted in my honor. i am wearing a beautiful gown, holding a glass of red wine, standing by the railing. a scorned lover approaches and, after a passionate spat, they push me over the edge of the building. the wine glass goes flying, splattering their outfit in red as a visual metaphor for the blood on their hands. as i descend my gown flies around me like two beautiful wings, a bird in flight. a photographer on the street manages to take a photo before i hit the ground and that photo wins the pulitzer. a new york times think piece is released regarding whether or not it's moral to profit off a photo of someone's death. the think piece also wins a pulitzer.
3. sex accident.
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Imo, atla has a bittersweet ending
Aang is sitting alone and wearing the air nomads clothes, his culture clothes, a necklace similar to GYATSO's necklace. I can't even imagine the emptiness and sadness he was feeling here
There are no airbenders in the crowd
All nation gathered..... except the air nomads.
No one else in the crowd wearing orange or yellow.
Aang won the war, but his people are still gone.
Yes, he has the Gaang, he has Katara, he has Momo and Appa. But he's still the last airbender.
This is so heartbreaking.
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