a/n: a short little something bc it’s “choose your own ship” day for the d2 countdown, and there is not nearly enough fic about these boys.
ben isn’t quite sure why, but since returning home to auradon, he’s been haunted by the memories of being on the isle. not just the torture of his own kidnapping, but everything else - kids dressed in ratty clothes, eating garbage while sitting out in the streets, too scared to spend their time at home with their abusive parents.
those sights shake ben to the core, sending him tossing and turning every night, waking up with tears streaming down his face more often than not.
“shh,” someone says as they lie next to him, gently running a hand through his hair to calm his shaking. “it’s alright, love. you’re safe now.”
“those kids aren’t,” ben says back, blinking up at green eyes in the darkness. “they’re dirty and starving and in pain–”
“then bring ‘em here,” his companion says. “you have the power to do that, you know. after all, it’s what brought us here.” ben smiles slightly.
“thanks, harry,” he says. “you always know the right thing to say.” harry smiles back, ruffling ben’s hair, causing him to giggle softly. the comfortable silence that falls over the two is cut off by a loud snore coming from behind ben.
“oi, gilly,” harry says, reaching across ben to slap the third boy on the arm. “keep it down, will ya? we’re trying to have a nice conversation here.” gil only grumbles in response and turns over. ben just snorts, his previous emotional pain now momentarily forgotten.