#benandrew

Art trade with @coybutblue(their part of the art trade, mine is in their account or I'll post it here too :D)

Tbh this one is my favourite Andrew artworks

New Benandrew content

“he looks just like a dream, the prettiest boy I've ever seen” :)

The fact that more people start to call my ship as the best ship or best couple, it's a sign that makes me feel more encouraged than before

Yep, these mfs are in pyjamas

Art credit: coybutblue on Tumblr

dividers credit: diviniyae on Tumblr

There's no stars, no moon. Just endless dark forest like shadows rolled up in form of a landscape and a violent sky.

How did the sky turn violet? Is it just a bad memory? Is he always see the sky? No one can explain not Andrew himself.

The air itself was too still. Not silent just… muted like the world had been lowered into water, every sound distant, softened. Andrew walks and walks. trying and trying to find a way out to wake himself up.

It's tiring until he sees

A lake

The lake wasn’t supposed to be there. Andrew didn’t remember walking this far. The dark trees behind him blurred into shadows like something pulled straight from a memory that didn’t belong to him. Still… he kept walking!?

The water stretched endlessly before him, still as glass. No wind. No sound. Just his reflection thin, tired, staring back at him like a stranger.

Andrew feels like a stranger, No a monster... That's what he is...He always been a monster, that's what he thinks....Until

He stopped at the edge, Nothing happens but something does.

The surface rippled and Andrew’s breath caught. Andrew look at it closely and he sees small ripples spread across the surface, slow and uneven like something beneath it was breathing, and then Ben Drowned rose from the lake as if the darkness itself was letting him go. Water slid off his skin, his clothes clinging, his eyes fixed only on Andrew.

Not in fear. Not in disgust. Not in hesitation. Just him. Just love

His love not anyone's love then opens his arms not words. a sign of invitation

Andrew is skeptical, He always was

Andrew's mind: "What if it's a trap? A trick? A prank? another hallucination? another cruel memory trying to break me?"

Of course Andrew didn't trust Ben when it comes to being romantic. Ben always is a trickster he wouldn't take love seriously. He doesn't want to risk his love over a stupid Ben drowned trick

But it wasn't any of this, This is love.Ben's love, which makes Andrew concerned while his hands under his gloves were twitching at his sides, but he steps forward

Andrew: "It's just a dream. What else could've happen?"

He steps forward into the water. Andrew should feel something. The lake itself is extremely cold but Andrew didn't feel anything, the only feeling that is real for Andrew was....Ben

The lake itself swallowed Andrew. his shoes, then his legs, then his waist but he didn’t react.

He doesn't care.

When Andrew reached at a specific distance, he hesitated, his eyes flickering like he was afraid if he blinks, Ben will disappear

Andrew: "This is not normal" whispering barely hearing what he says

Ben: "It was never about to be normal" voice glitching a bit

Andrew: "You don't get it!"

Ben: "Get it? what exactly?"

Andrew: his voice getting louder and cold as ice cubes breaking "I worked for Zalgo as his right hand, don't you get it? And you always said that you hate people working for Zalgo. You can't love me, you despite me, you always hated me!"

Ben: serious but calm "I hate Zalgo, Not you…Don’t get that twisted."

pause

Ben: getting soft "If I hated you...I wouldn't be here"

Andrew looks away at his reflection not saying anything.

He can't say anything because he knows that this is the truth

Andrew: looks at Ben's face "You're not real"

Ben: smiled gently "Do you want me to be?"

That was enough.

Andrew closed the distance.

Ben's hands came up first touching gently at Andrew's face like it's something precious and fragile which deserves to be keeping. Andrew froze at touch just a minute before melting into it. He wanted Ben's touch. He’d been holding it for years.

Ben grabs Andrew's hair holding it before leaning into his face

Kissing him slow not rushed, not forced, not not desperate, just… certain.

Andrew's breath hitched against it, his hands slowly going on Ben's chest as he was about to push him but instead he grips it lightly like he needed to hold himself. The world, his dream around them blurred

The lake, the sky, the silence. They are faded into unreal and bizarre.

There was only the feeling of Ben's lips against his. Warm and alive despite everything

Andrew leaned into it further, deeper now like he was scared it would be taken from him again like if he don't hold onto this moment then it would skip through his fingers just like before

Ben didn't pull away, he let Andrew.

He always was drowned and addicted to Andrew's lips like it was a drug. He'd talk about them all the time but in this case he doesn't want to end.

When they finally broke apart for breathing. It wasn't of all the sudden, it was just slow leaning their foreheads together resting each other, breaths mingling in the quiet.

Andrew didn't open his eyes not like he wanted to.

Andrew: "....If I wake up..." He murmured, voice low and deep almost breaking "you wouldn't be here anymore".

Ben: brushing under Andrew's eyes, calmly "Then don't ever think about waking up".

Andrew: opening his eyes slowly "Is that a threat or a promise?"

Ben: smirking as he wanted Andrew to say this "Depends, Which one are you hoping for?"

Andrew: sighed annoyed but amused asf "Then stop talking and prove it!"

Ben quietly let a laugh before leaning forward closing the space between them like this is the only real dream he was thinking.

And the lake stayed still as if it is to keep their secret.

But all of it was real not a dream.