#d:ben

[bluejeanbaby]

@moonshinaes​

“You’re going to fit right in, you’re already acting like the rest of the family, all annoyed that you have to spend time with me.” Klaus complained dramatically as he looked over to Ben. “I dunno, I thought it’d be different. You know I let you possess me to hook up with a girl one time. That’s how close we were.” he sighed as he took another long drink of whatever he could get his hands on. He didn’t seem to notice the large letters that said 100% Rubbing Alcohol. “Maybe you could learn to like me in this timeline, you know, if you let down the douchebag mask. That’d be cool.” Number Four continued to ramble, not sure Ben was even listening.

[burningflint-blog]

Private || #TeamNo

Fine, I’ll marry you.

Well, thanks for being romantic about it.

[burningflint-blog]

slytherben replied to your photo:

AUBREY. DELETE THIS. 

[burningflint-blog]

slytherben replied to your post:

Are you really annoyed at Ben for flirting with...

I don’t flirt with /everyone/, Aubrey, I have standards thank you very much.

I’m sure.

[fairnarcissa]

[Ben] Wed me

“I think it’s bad luck Ben.”

“Not in France. Things are weird here.”

Narcissa was sure the rules still applied. The groom was never supposed to see the wedding dress. Although to be fair this didn’t really look like a wedding dress. Narcissa’s dream dress had been long. Over the top. Fit for a princess. But that was a different dress, for a different wedding. She spun from side to side, watching the dress flare out prettily. It was cute. Simple. Maybe perfect?

She was just about to announce her decision when Ben called out again, “It doesn’t even matter what it looks like. You could wear a grape costume and you would look amazing.” Narcissa wasn’t sure whether to be offended or not, so she settled for sighing loudly. Ben didn’t seem to notice. He was rather stuck on the fruit idea. “Actually that would be fantastic. I can dress as a banana. This is the best-“

Before he could finish his sentence Narcissa flung on open the curtains, determined to stop him before he got carried away. “No way is that happening,” she hissed under her breath.

Ben just nodded blankly, as he took in her appearance. “Fine by me,” he murmured, seeming somewhat dazed. “You look way too good in that.” Ben took a step closer so he was standing so close they were almost touching. He smiled down at her, one hand creeping to rest on her back.

Narcissa had always loved the way he grinned at her. Even before. But now his smiles were one of her favourite things in the whole world. She was addicted to them really.  So seeing his face now was enough to make any remaining concerns about her dress fade away. She peeked around his side, to make the haughty shop keeper wasn’t around. Satisfied the coast was clear, Narcissa pulled Ben into the cubicle with her, clumsily reaching behind him to shut the curtains. “I’m glad you like it,” she whispered, standing on her tiptoes so her lips were almost pressed against his ear. “I think the zipper’s stuck though. I might need some help getting out of it.”

[fairnarcissa]

[Ben] Deathbed

Deathbed: I’ll write a drabble of my character with yours on their deathbed.

It wasn’t meant to have turned out like this. Somewhere along the lines things had gone so wrong. And it was all Narcissa’s fault. Narcissa was sure the Mckinnons thought so. And they had a right to. Because Ben was dying.

Narcissa was sitting on a tiny stool, as he lay on a bed in St Mungo’s. Ben wasn’t awake, which was probably a good thing. He almost looked peaceful, like he was asleep maybe. The healer had told her earlier that it meant it was almost time. That the curse was winning. Narcissa didn’t let her eyes leave his face. She was determined to memorise every inch of it, because Narcissa knew photos would never be able to capture Ben. The Ben she knew.  She was just grateful that she had the opportunity to do so. If it wasn’t for Ransom, photos might have been the best she got.

His eyelashes fluttered, a slight movement that still managed to tear at Narcissa’s insides. She reached forward and desperately grabbed one of his hands. Instead of the squeeze back she was used to, there was nothing. To suddenly have hope and then for it to be taken away a second later was too much. Unable to help herself words started to pour from Narcissa, “Ben I’m sure sorry. This is all my fault. I should have been stronger,” She took a giant gulp for air. Narcissa needed to get this out, she need Ben to know even if he could never acknowledge it. “If I had just married Lucius, then you could have forgotten me. You could have met someone else, and right now you would be safe.”  She gripped his hand tighter, unable to bring herself to let it go.

“Please forgive me.”

[fairnarcissa]

[Ben] heal

Heal: My character will tend to your character’s wounds, or be at their side when they’re sick.

Ben was lying on their bed, moaning like he was dying of some exotic disease. Which he wasn’t. At all. If anyone had a right to be moaning it was Narcissa. She was the one who had been up all night with Lyra, while Ben swore up and down that he just couldn’t get up. He was far too sick.

With a cold.

He was such a baby. He always had been. Even now that he was a grown man, with children of his own. It was so obvious that he was the youngest in his family, Narcissa was sometimes surprised he managed to dress himself.

But because Narcissa was such a good wife she had decided to make him chicken soup. Or at least attempt to make it. The dirty looking swill didn’t really look like soup. More like dish water with some vegetables floating in it. When she placed the bowl in front of him he screwed up his nose.

“What’s that meant to be?”

Narcissa glared back at him until he picked up the spoon she had left on the tray. “It’s chicken soup. To make you feel better.”

Ben pushed the spoon around the bowl, very unenthusiastically. After a few seconds he paused and looked up at Narcissa quizzically, “Is there any actual chicken in here?”  

 Oh dear. Between dealing with four children, one baby and the big lump of a child before her Narcissa had completely forgotten the key ingredient.

“No, but you still have to eat it. It’ll make you feel better, I promise.”

 And then unable to help herself, she dissolved completely into laughter and collapsed beside him on the bed. 

[fairnarcissa]

[Ben] bleed

Bleed: My character will injure your character

“I’ll go do it right now then,” Narcissa told her sister more confidently than she felt. She didn’t actually want to go.

Bella had her arms folded. Her facial expression didn’t waver as she called Narcissa’s bluff, “I want witnesses. For proof.”

“I’ll make sure everyone knows it was me,” Narcissa replied, plucking her wand from the common room table and spinning around to exit. She made her way through the corridors, down to the Quidditch pitch where she knew Ben would be practicing with Tobias. Why did Claire have to go open her big mouth and blab all about what good friends Ben and Narcissa were? Even though it was true, her sisters – and everyone in Slytherin actually- didn’t need to know it. Now Narcissa had to deal with this whole situation, when she could have been painting her nails instead.

Her hunch proved correct and when she finally reached the pitch the two boys were flying around, although it didn’t appear that much actual practice was happening. She didn’t want to have to yell, so Narcissa raised her arm up and lazily waved. Luckily for her Ben noticed and zoomed over. Tobias followed, but hung back a bit. Narcissa didn’t care. He was idiot. Finally Ben got close enough that she wouldn’t have to yell. Luckily for her, he stayed hovering on his broom a few feet above the ground. It was the perfect height actually.

“You have to tell everyone this was me,” she called up, covering her eyes so she could see him.

“What was-“ Ben started, but before he could finish his sentence Narcissa had pointed her wand at him.

“Locomotor wibbly.”

The hex caused Ben’s legs to lose control, and unable to stay on his broom he fell to the ground with a thud. Not hard enough to break anything, but hopefully hard enough to leave a large amount of bruising. Satisfied that this would get her sister off her back Narcissa simply turned around and started walking, leaving Ben with Tobias to look after him.