#m; ben

[crimeandadeerstalker]

A bell rings as Sherlock opens the door to the shop. Plants hang drying there's selves filled with potions, various ingredients, spell glyphs, and other magical items. In front of all this is a wooden counter with a till and next to it is a small, black cat with large, green eyes watching him. A familiar, perhaps? Safe guarding the front until it's master arrives?

The shop is quite ordinary considering all the whispers about this place. That deals can be made for anything you need. Or so the rumours went. "Manning the front all alone?" He asks the cat as he moves towards the counter. Reaching a tentative hand out to stroke it's fur.

[xradiodemonx]

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Seeing his mother again would be the only thing that would've tempted him to redeem himself, but being here was where he belonged. There was no changing who and what he was, and he enjoyed Hell. It was liberating. Here he didn’t have to hide the darker parts of himself. And now, with Ben, he had even more reason to stay.

Wrapping his arms around the fox and he draws him closer, “No, my little kit, I am not looking to be redeemed. I can’t imagine Heaven could be called such for me if you weren’t there.”

[flounderingdestinies]

@storiescfdreams​ for Ben

Allana had learned early while on the Isle how to hide herself in the midst of a crowd, which had made it incredibly easy to slip across the bridge among the celebrations once the barrier was lifted.  But once she was in Auradon she found herself more lost than she’d expected.  The anger that had been her constant companion for years felt wilder, pushing at her control in ways she wasn’t prepared for.  She’d even gone beast once or twice when startled or pushed by strangers she’d run into.  

Keeping a low profile wasn’t exactly working, and she knew someone would likely come looking into the reports on her interactions eventually.  At that point it was better, she thought, to approach the inevitable meeting head on rather than keep trying to hide.  So she’d figured out where the young king would be, when he would be alone, and set out to make her introductions.  Still, it felt strange to step out of the shadows knowing she was about to speak to her younger brother for the first time.  He’d been born after she’d already ended up on the Isle, she wasn’t sure he even knew she existed.  Shaking off all of those thoughts, she squared her shoulders under her jacket and approached until she was certain she was in his sight line before clearing her throat.

“Uh, hi.”

[indissclubili]

@warringpeace‘s delphini || time for the inevitable angst

The war was over. There was definite cause to celebrate and for once in what felt like decades, they could all breathe a little easier. 

But Ben couldn’t, no matter how desperately he tried. After they rounded up the few Death Eaters that survived the battle, which didn’t end so well considering the fight they put up, he struggled to process the words Rodolphus Lestrange had spat at him before he was carted off to Azkaban. Very few knew the truth about his parentage, even fewer that still lived. It could be nothing, just the ramblings of a mad man trying to save himself, but if there was a slight chance that there was some truth to it, he needed to investigate.

It was an ordeal that he hadn’t expected. Euphemia Rowle wasn’t a young woman, but she still fought with a ferocity he wasn’t ready for. Even so, he managed to knock her unconscious, chest heaving as he wiped the blood from his face. Once he caught his breath and his heart wasn’t hammering in his ears, he heard faint gurgles and whines coming from the next room. He stepped into the room, heart seizing for a moment at the pearly white bassinet in the center and the tiny hands grabbing at the air. 

He wasn’t entirely familiar with babies, not after growing up an only child. But he knew that a crying baby was never a good thing. Reaching into the bassinet with trembling hands, Ben carefully lifted up the newborn, one hand cradling her head while he supported her body with the other. He couldn’t leave her with these people, not when he knew what they could force her to become. 

[thecrewoffreddys]

Ruby knew it was stupid, likely to end up causing nothing but pain if she failed, and something she should avoid for at least a little while. But she just kept trying to go back to Freddy's, to see her friends. But every time, it ended the same. This time she almost made it inside before the panic set in, resulting in her quickly leaving and running until she reached an old, stone wall, resting against it and slowly sliding down to sit, barely holding back tears. Next time, she'd make it.

Ben was walking, probably on his way to Freddy’s when he saw a girl run out of the building and decided he should check on her “....uh..hello? Are you alright?”

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