#barnaben

[ashery24]

Everything is better with you by my side

[pidgedee]

a concept: matchmaker sidequest

day 3 of @hphm-rarepair-week!

[hphm-rarepair-week]

Introducing HPHM Rare Pair Week!

Move over, MC! The real dating sidequest has arrived - you know, the one where we set up the two NPCs who are obviously perfect for each other. From August 18 through August 25 we’ll be celebrating one NPC ship every day for a week, plus a bonus 8th day to appreciate whatever NPC ship you’d like. 

Day One (August 18) - Talbott Winger x Badeea Ali Day Two (August 19) - Tulip Karasu x Merula Snyde Day Three (August 20) - Barnaby Lee x Ben Copper Day Four (August 21) - Rowan Khanna x Bill Weasley Day Five (August 22) - Diego Caplan x Andre Egwu Day Six (August 23) - Penny Haywood x Liz Tuttle Day Seven (August 24) - Jae Kim x Chiara Lobosca Day Eight (August 25) - Free Day!

You can participate by drawing fanart, writing fics, creating playlists, moodboards, or whatever other type of content you make! Tag your posts with “hphm rarepair week 2019″ and mention @hphm-rarepair-week to make sure we can find your post to reblog it here.

Rules:

- No NSFW content allowed at all.

- Angst IS allowed, just remember to tag it properly!

- Remember to use the "hphm rarepair week 2019" hashtag if you want us to reblog your post!

Most importantly, have fun celebrating your favorite npc ships! If you have any questions or comments, send us an ask and one of the mods will get back to you as soon as we can.

See you all on August 18!

[pennyisalesbian]

we were discussing ben’s height in the discord the other day and let me tell you? a whole bunch of intellectuals in this group

bonus:

[no53472]

“I love you.”

Barnaby Lee x Ben Copper

I’m still soft reading all the Barnaben fics I’ve seen on my dash recently aaaaaaaaa

@hphm-rarepair-week

[softfairies]

Day 3 - Ben x Barnaby

The thrid day!! MY BOIS!!!

I love them so much ohmygod I’m so soft??? 😔💖

This is for the @hphm-rarepair-week !! 💗

[thetiniestpasta]

so in conclusion I believe all of sixthyear!Ben’s problems could be solved with a warm hug from his Large Slytherin Boyfriend

[strangebiru]

[just-a-snake-in-disguise]

Huh

Guess I’m a barnaben shipper now

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[jolynejay]

Ben: We are screwed...

Barnaby: Hey, no! I don't want to hear that defeatist attitude. I wanna hear you upbeat!

Ben, upbeat: We are screwed!

[hm-ficposts]

Barnaby x Ben: Stormy nights

It was late when the storm hit hogwarts. Swirling black clouds loomed over the castle as a tidal wave of rain came pouring down. Most people were too scared to even leave their bedrooms, but not Barnaby Lee.

He had been halfway up the steps to the owlrey when he had heard the noise: a sniffly sob echoing through the tower. Barnaby followed the sound, expecting to find an injured pet or perhaps a lost Sickleworth. What Barnaby hadn’t need expecting to see was his good friend and long time crush Benjamin Copper sat on the steps, hugging his knees and recoiling at the sounds of the storm.

“You alright, Ben?” Barnaby asked as he sat on the steps beside Ben

“Barnaby!” Ben gasped, almost jumping up out of the owlrey window “sorry, I just wasn’t expecting to anyone up here... why exactly are you up here?”

“Tulip. She’s losing her mind since she can’t find Dennis and she doesn’t want him to get hurt in the storm. She asked me to check up here while she searches Jacob’s room. How come you’re here?”

“I was scared about the storm so I came up here to pet my owl as a way to calm down. But I caught a glimpse of the clouds when I turned to leave and now my legs won’t move. I’m just kind of stuck here.”

“Do you need me to go get someone? I could call Penny, or double check to see if Talbott is in the owlrey since he keeps falling asleep in there, or maybe I could go get-“

“Please don’t go!” Ben suddenly snapped before looking back down at his feet “I just- I don’t think I can be alone again right now”

Barnaby’s voice softened “of course I’ll stay, Ben. Whatever you need”

Barnaby wrapped his arm around the smaller boy and pulled him into a tight side hug in an attempt to comfort him. He felt Ben move his own arm around the brunette’s waist as he shuffled closer on the large stone steps.

“I can try and take you down the stairs if you’d like” The slytherin said after a while

“Let’s just stay here for a bit, I don’t think I’m brave enough to face the outdoors in this weather”

“Oh please, Ben. You’re one of the bravest people I know”

“Really?”

“Absolutely!” Barnaby grinned, his voice thick with sincerity “you’re a muggle born, you abandoned everything you knew to come and learn about the stuff every adult says is a myth. If I had been in you’re shoes, I don’t think I would’ve even tried”

“I never thought about it like that..” Ben muttered, pulling away from Barnaby and sitting up

“You should, you’re incredible Ben. Don’t forget that”

As Barnaby turned his head to face the gryffindor, he felt a hand reach under his chin. He was gently pulled forward until his lips made contact with Ben’s. The kiss was short and sweet, he wished it would have lasted longer but he knew that it was a lot for Ben to do something like that, let alone initiate it.

“Maybe you could be there to remind me, to always be brave” Ben smiled, nervously avoiding eye contact. Barnaby put a finger under his chin and almost closed the distance between them. Only muttering “it would be my pleasure” before he kissed Ben again.

And that was how they spent the night of the storm: kissing, chatting, simply being two boys in love. Somehow, the evening that Ben had been dreading became one of the best he’d ever had.

[ashery24]

The parings of Helpless Crush:

[Base]

@aurerita-rt

[pidgedee]

it’s a soft kinda night

[dratin-dragonadetinta96]

Routine.

Ship: Barnaby x ben.

Words: 1500

Notes: Hi, people. I decided to use two theory: “Ben is the son of Death Eater” and “He is a traitor” in this fanfic. Really I dont believe these theories, but I wanted angst so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ .

Thanks to @hey-jacob-its-me, because her barnaben fanart makes me write. This is for you, girl! Enjoy it! :)

He discovers you. You discuss. You spell the memory charm. He hit the ground. You hide him until he wakes up.  You cry. You dry your tears. He is awake. You tell him that he fell asleep. He believes you.

Repeat.

That had been your life for the last few months. Being discovered by Barnaby again and again, your true colors being shown: Being a shitty traitor that is selling your friends to someone who would not hesitate to kill them to achieve their own goals, anything to keep your secrets from getting out. .

Well, it is not strange. Betraying runs in your family.

You are not a muggle-born, though you wish it. You are the son of some small-time Death Eaters who had sold their comrades to avoid prison. Fortunately, your parents had been smart enough to flee to the muggle world, that world they despised but it had become their only way out. Your parents had always been hypocrites.

You had changed your address, your habits and even your surnames. You could not remember the rest of your family, except your parents. When you fled, your parents did not tell anyone, not even your own grandparents, what you were going to got to avoid that somebody could track you.

Your childhood was full of horror stories about what would happen if another Death Eaters found you. You had had to hide your magic since you are a child, afraid of somebody that could discover you. Your first fears were about how your parents' companions were going to torture and murder you into the night, only a bloody body could be found.

No wonder you are terrified of everything.

Besides being terrified all the time, you grew up alone, without friends. You could not meet other children either, as muggle are not good enough for their son. It’s curious that your parents still considered  the muggle are inferior despite taking advantage of their world and living among them, their hatred and resentment was greater than ever before. Their words about “They are different”, “They cant understand you” or “You could say something that raise suspicion” were poor excuses to hide their intolerance.

Alone and scared. This was your childhood.

Hogwarts was a liberation, despite you are still surrounded by a web of lies.

You find great friendship, people who loved you despite your flaws. You discovered that the wizarding world did not hate Muggles as much as your parents said, because your friends, who did not hesitate to extend a hand, had never minded that you were "muggle-born".

However, this lie (and the betrayal caused by it) is destroying you slowly, feeling that you can not do anything to avoid it, afraid that your friend are going to discover the truth someday and the consequences that would ensue. Not only the rejection of your friends, but the danger that will befall you and your parents when your true identity will come to light.

But you deserve this.

Barnaby moves his head that is on your lap, soon he will wake up. You sigh slowly, trying to calm down to avoid raising the suspect that Rowan has. Its funny how close she are to the truth, despite the trust that MC has for you. The truth will destroy their hearts, especially Barnaby’s and you have had to find out this the hardest possible way, again and again. Whenever he had discovered your action, he tried to fix this in every way, never surrendering. Despite he could not remember another time that this had happened, his efforts to convince you that it existed another way out have increased, as if his instinct could remember it and tell him that he should not give up, he only had to try harder.

You lean on the tree, while you are running your fingers through his sloppy hair absentmindedly. If anyone saw you, They would think that you are on a date. But you can not, not while you are a traitor. Barnaby deserves better. If your break his heart now (when you are only a friend), he will not hurt so much, maybe if you are fortunate enough, he and the rest of your friends will tolerate your presence over time. But if are you a couple? No, there will be no redemption for you (really you should stop acting like if the chance of being forgiven existed, even though you were only friends. But this little possibility let you continue).

However, you have made your choices. You let R manipulate you and force you to fight agaisnt your friends. This is the lonely route that you have decided to follow and will have to continue until the final consequences.

(But, although you deserve it, it hurts so much)

Barnaby moves again. Your personal bubble where the time remains frozen is about to crumble like a chess piece.

You breathe fondly, looking at the sunset, and after sighing one last time, your mask is fixed in its original place.

Barnaby sits up slowly, passing a hand through his hair, hair that you stroked before. He closes his eyelids, achy for the migraine that ravaged him. You look down, feeling how the guilt grows inside you, despite knowing the after-effects of this charm. This was the only solution that you could think as the same time as you follow the R’s orders. R had been clear: This or the death.

His constant questions about what happened force you to focus. Your answers are vague, full of lies and poor excuses. He should suspect you, it has been too many times that he fell asleep or unconscious in your presence. Anyone distrusts you. And, however, he still looks at you reliably.

(Maybe you constantly use that spell to keep the trust and the love in his eyes. You hate seeing disappointment or sadness in them.)

Your eyes meet again. Your bodies are still touching. Barnaby doubts, scared of how you could react, though your true fears do not look like those he imagines. He frowns, taking a decision. His face is fierce, as if he had fought, not against someone in a duel, but against the fears inside him. He take your hand (the same hand that has cast so many spells on him) quickly, but gently, before he can repent for his audacity, though you doubt that he regrets, because he is Barnaby.

You want... You would want... You can not. You force yourself to remember all the reasons that you constantly recite as if it were a sacred chant. Nobody deserve a relationship based on lies, especially not him. You are only one responsible for your unhappiness, and now you do not have the right to wish “happy ending”. Your rejection will hurt him, but you hope, even if you do not want, he may meet a better person, someone that does not betray him.

The moment is broken, separating you without mercy. You look away, avoiding his confused and disconsolate gaze.

He open his mouth, He close it. He opens it and closes it again. The words do not come out, because there is nothing to talk about. You can not talk about what does not exist

(Or perhaps if you can it? But you're a coward. Coward for the truth and coward for the lie. Coward before the past and coward before the future. Coward for the good and coward for the bad. Coward before love and coward before hatred. Coward, after all.)

You stand up, not looking at his eyes yet, walking to the castle. A leaf is still in his hair, but you do not dare to tell him it. The more time you cast that spell on him, the less you feel that you have right to be his friend, even if it is for something as trivial as a tangled sheet.

Despite your refusal to look at him, Barnaby does not stop looking at you out of the corner of his eye. You do not know what he is looking for in you, although you don’t doubt he will get tired of dissembling soon and will ask “the question”. That question that, after each one of your memory charms, he always asks you as if you were the enchanted person, instead of him.

Your suspicions do not disappoint you, you have not taken five steps before those warm words come out of your mouth.

"Are you okay?"

And like every time, it baffles you. The truth is that you are not well, you have not been well for a long time. You hate yourself, you hate what you are becoming, you hate what you are doing to the only people who have accepted you and you hate that you are such coward that you do not do something to remedy this.

You think about telling the whole truth, about asking for help, about begging for a second chance, about going back to belonging to your gang without lies.

But in the end you're the same coward who does not dare to go off script.

You stop. You look at him. You give him a big fake smile. You lie. He believes you. You continue walking.

Repeat.

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Its possible that it has some mistake as it was written quickly and without beta (because I wanted to upload it and I couldnt wait). So, if anyone see some mistake, you can say me.  

[pennyisalesbian]

sometimes u just gotta lay on ur boyf

[bencoppers]

what did you like about barnaby?

Um. I like a lot about Barnaby. 

Like his soft brown hair, his gorgeous smile, his dreamy green eyes… I love it when he hugs me; it gives me a sense of safety. Cuddling him is amazing because it’s just like hugging a teddy bear :)

He can be kind of clueless sometimes, but he always tries his best. 

Look at him! He’s just so cute! How could you not love him?