Here’s a post to honour you Benrim (Ben+Karim from Mitan, Midi) shippers out there
This post after @selunchen has made our dream come true: the fanart all of us Benrim shippers need, she gave it to us Ladies and Gents
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Excerpts: Benrim in Mitan, Midi
Chap.17: Nobody denies the existence of cannibals
“ Ben gets along well with Karim, very well even, but Karim's shifts always start when Ben's end, or the other way around.
Karim is the definition of a sweet pea, like Fortunée would say. The most altruistic person there is, always trying to help, just someone who's really ---kind. Other than that, he's six-foot three, so taller than Ben -and built like a fucking tank, because Karim spends a good deal of his free time at the gym, and is crazy about martial arts in general.
He's probably the one who Ben feels the closest to, but he doesn't get to hang with him very often. “
“ Karim whistles, teasing, and looks him up and down when Ben comes back from downstairs with his suit on:
"Le BG ---OK, watch out, Ladies!"
"Shut the fuck up," Ben mutters.
Karim grins even wider instead:
"Looking good, Benjamin. What about me?" He asks, opening his arms so Ben can have a good view.
"...so you want me to call you beautiful, is that it?" “
“ Karim slowly nods. He doesn't look back at him.
Karim doesn't like guns. He doesn't like holding a gun.
He's scared he'll kill someone on accident if he does, and he can't bring himself to even imagine holding someone at gunpoint.
Ben doesn't know that there's another man on earth that's as harmless as Karim is. “
“ On their way back from Marseille this time, Karim is as silent as a tomb. The night is dark, and not many cars are circulating on the A7, the highway to Grenoble.
They arrived in Marseille two hours ago maybe. They were supposed to spend the night. “
“ "I'm telling you because you're my friend, Benjamin. I'm leaving Grenoble."
...just like that, it's harder to breathe.
If he doesn't have Karim, Ben doesn't have anyone.
"I'm going to Morocco. My brother lives there." “
“ Karim lets the reason of his visit be known the second the door is closed.
Karim sits on Ben's single bed, looking up at him, expectant, and Ben avoids his eyes.
Eventually though, he sits next to him.
"You don't have the intention of going tomorrow, do you?"
Ben huffs, his words near a whisper: "What do you want me to do?"
Never the kind face of Karim has looked more pained than in this moment.
"I can't make the decision for you," he murmurs, looking down, before his eyes find Ben's again. "I will pray Allah. So that he watches over you."
Ben distantly wishes Karim wouldn't add solemnity to a situation that doesn't need any.
His eyes and his chest burn.
Karim's expression is the most tender there is -his tone assured.
"I can't continue living my life in sin. But I'll be praying for you," he repeats. "---I love you."
Before Ben can anticipate anything, feeling too much in this moment after months spent feeling not enough, Karim's hands come up to cup his face.
Ben tries to look at him, but his vision gets blurry.
"You're a good man, Benjamin."
Ben lets it happen when Karim leans in.
His lips press against his.
...when Karim stands up, Ben's eyes don't leave the ground.
"Take care," is what he hears him say before the door closes on him. “
