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obannthepunished · 6 years

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This weeks notes Mostly transcription this week i think, i tried my best for nott’s scene. as usual ignore the asterisks because theyre just notes to myself.

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Molly is Nervous (tm) abiut sticking around, or going to the gentleman

theres a fight in the evening nip, beau is fucking excited its thedd (halfling from sewers) and lewis (one of the ones that had run from the research facility)

N: "I got three gold on Thedd" M: Seems a bit late for a wager at this point N: Just you and me! M:.... fair. I'm in.

Thedd wins by standing on lewis' throat til he passes out holy shit M: (drops coins into Nott's hand) N, smug: Thank you :)

oh now Nott and Beau are fighting jesus christ. C: "I cast Haste on Beauregard." Laura: YOU PIECE OF SHIT **

J: Inflict Wounds (17 dmg) ((Fjord, changing his voice: "I GOT 5 GOLD ON THE HORNY ONE)) B: WHAT THE FUCK JESTER, Stunning Strike, (7dmg, jes fails con save (6), she is stunned, extra attack from haste, 6dmg) J: (is stunned for this round, until the end of beaus turn) B: Beaus the shit outta her ( 12dmg, 6dmg) ((MOLLY blinds her)) B: still goin, but misses 2 of em, hits on the third (12dmg) J: (goes down)

caleb: goes for the low five, and Beau just.... ignores him unintentionally bless.

Frumpkin is sent to lick the blood off of jesters face, Beau cleans her up <33

They are called to the gentleman's side

offered a forward of 500gp and a pot of 4500g to travel to Shady Creek Run, the criminals town, and free and bring back Ophelia... something, who corresponds often with the gentleman

the tldr of the second (250 adv, 1750 pot) is that the swamps are dangerous for the gentlemans safehouse which has gone dark.

theyre promised resources for missions from the gentleman

Jester: "IS HE MOIST"(re the gentleman)

they take on both, starting with the swamps. The Gentleman advises they travel the 70 miles above ground.

Fjord is so fuckin smooth talky wtf. they get greater heling potion(s)?? + cure disease? Caleb's gettin some ink + paper, but its not good for spells 8(

Nott keeps making water puns. im counting 4. and a hankie.

Jester wand of smiles Kutha again, poor kutha 8(

Caleb + beau ( + assumedly nott) go to pumat's

have they paid their inn tab??

Cay buys incense for rituals, probably find familiar lbh. he also gets his magical ink+parchment.

Beau is interested in the bracers of defence. Theyre like 1200gp tho arent they??? B: how much PS: 1200 gold B:HOLY SHIT PUMAT. [snip] B: HOLY SHIT PUMAT(S).

C: (tells beau he cast haste) B: YOU SLIP SOMETHIN IN MY DRINK CALEB??? WHAT THE FUCK MAN

they have 6 horses, 2 pulling, 6 solo. Jes is driving thr cart.

Caleb: (brings up the feywild) Jester: oh the traveller has told me about that!!

Frumpkin is (one of) the first cats yasha has seen 8'O shes fuckin loving it **

lots of fucking soldiers heading to war. hundreds, if not thousands.

night falls as they reach the origin of the. road. they cant find a campground because tal rolled SHIT even with advantage.

Jester + Fjord take first watch. (13. Nothing) Yasha + Beau on second watch. (14. Also Nothing.) B: We should huddle together for warmth??? Y: Fr- Frumpkin is keeping me. very warm. are you cold??? do you want my, my cloak? B: No, no my, my (jacket??? cant remember what she said) is fine, its htin, but its warm Then they talk about Yasha ands this is the furthest shes ever been. Y: "i like this stuff. Grass, and, things. you know." B: You appreciate grass?

B: What was your favourite part of xorhas? Y: I... dont know if i HAD a favourite part

this was the CUTEST shit

third watch is Nott + Molly (10, nothing happens) taliesin trying a jester voice makes me the heart eyes emoji

goblins canonically steal children what THE FUCK. And EAT them. But Nott, apparently, has not eaten a child. "My clan, we STOLE from people. money and clothing and things. And when things got tough, we'd steal the people too." Goblins dont do family. "I do not have an urge to kill and eat children" "i have cravings for... rats... cats-" (Caleb snaps) Frumpkin goes back to the feywild Yasha: =(

taliesin taking watch after rolling shit cmon. he gets 16. Noon, broken cloud cover, a tiny distant curl of smoke. oh not again. its a mile away tho so like

the smoke is coming from a small shack.

"For you, Fjord, I will make Frumpkin a bird." He doesn't though but its the sentiment.

Yasha gets shoulder frumpkin back!

The shack door opens to "an elderly fullblood orc" with hair and beard and all that shit.

for 1 (one) gp a month, you TOO can bother a whole old man orc. Jesus christ he had a battleaxe. puts it down, invites yasha and molly in. THIS IS SO UNNECESSARY Molly buys hide armor + 2lb of meat for 16gp. M: Perception check 10. Matt: "Okay." There is sOMETHING SUS about this.

and theyre off again, i am glad for this. i do not like elderly orc man.

yasha and molly double up on that goof "we totally killed him, three times." its very good

M + Y: What kind of meat is this? (fuck their rolls) its meat! its good meat!

M+Y take first watch, its 12. Nothing happens. Yasha collects some flowers to press awww. N+C Second watch, they roll w advantage lmao. 22. something is going to happen. "you hear the snapping of a twig. you see a shifting of shadow. a few things" Cay casts mage armor

Two arrows for Caleb. con saving throw. probably poison. 10. its poison. he is poisoned. fucks frickin sake. is it gnolls?? is it goblins??? hyenas??? furred barking things. wolves.

two ogres, a cluster of wolves, and goblin-like creatures

initiative order:

Beau: Nat20, 24 Goblins Caleb: 18 Fjord, Molly: 16 Ogres Nott: 15 Yasha, Jester: 6 Wolves

B: Jester, puppies!!

Yasha and Jester shrug off poison of those that hit them.

Caleb casts slow on one ogre. unrelated liam is so good???

oh yeah eldritch blast gets two beams of eldritch blast at lv3

Molly radiants once scimitar and cuts RIGHT through one of em. misses the second.

Caleb hit with a javelin, 4-5 inches into his stomach, holding itself upright. Caleb keeps the spell going.

Nott pretends shes one of them and aims for Caleb, hits the book instead. and nails it.

Jester (traumatised): CALEB!!! cure wounds 2nd level. but he is pretty fucked so its ok. he heals to full its ok its ok. Jester cares so much

Yasha pulls necrotic shroud! which as someone who cant watch TM, this is a reveal for me! :D

J: (to cale) Youre alive! How did- C: (monotonous) haha! funny, joke.

Fjord explodes a goblin Molly cuts one in half, vertically

Molly curses the ogre attacking beau

Nott shoots the ogre, and then the goblin next to her... but misses and is fucked

Yash gets the hdywtdt on one of the ogres

Beau @ necrotic shroud!yasha: you look... dope. You look FUCKIN HOT LETS GO.

cay has magic missile!

fjord gets the second hdywtdt w eldritch blast.

cay n molly go to retrieve stolen goods from goblin but apparently just Molly

Yasha necrotic shrouds when shes startled awake. F: Can you fly? Y: ...no J: Have you tried? Y:... yeah.

Yasha n Caleb have a conversation in celestial C: No really, are you an angel? Y: of sorts, i guess [snip] C: You will have to explain this now, or later. do you want to explain this now, or later? Y: i- ill explain it, just, maybe we should clean up first!

i have no idea whats going on but i heard marisha say "bad dragon" and im gonna die

J: Nott, are you okay? Was it weird to fight other goblins? N: it was... rewarding. I'm only sad that... one got away. B: Nott, do you share the same hatred in yourself? [snip] N: Do... do I hate myself? No. I'm... I'm cool. F: You seem excited to hurt your own kind. N: I know, I'm a goblin, for as long as I've been alive I haven't felt comfortable in, in there. I havent felt comfortable in my skin. It feels like I shouldnt be, i dont fit in with them. I feel, this feels WRONG, like I should be in a different body. The way they act, the way they are, it's not ME. They do horrible things to people, and they seem fine with it. I never felt the same with them. It's not that I don't like myself or anything, I think I'm okay, I just don't like how I feel when I see my hands, or my feet. They just feel wrong. I just want to be... different. C: Was there anyone you were close to? N: Not in my clan, but there was... someone. They tried me on different jobs but I was not a soldier, i was not a good cook, not good at sweing, or building, they stuck me with the torturer. I was the torturers assistant. there was a halfling village not far away and they captured someone from the village, they wanted me to kill him, but instead, I was kind to him. And he started talking, and my... fellow gobbies didn't like that, but they allowed it, because i was getting valuable information. [about halflings resources] I became friends with him. He was nice. J: What happened to him? N: I hope he got away J: Did you leave before him? N: We left together [snip J: Did you love him? N: .... I don't know. The halfling taught her how to speak in halfling, taught her about alchemy, when he has taught her everything, the goblins said to kill him. And she didnt want to. so she got REAL drunk, and shot another goblin in the ass. N: I hope he got away. We ran off in separate directions. I've been running ever since.

+1 to the quest log, find Nott's friend.

Beaus trying to be nice i love her.

C: I do not care. I know who you are now. (<333)

B: I think we're all a little bit of island of misfits.

F: You showed a lot of bravery tonight B: Nott, The brave. J: Maybe there is a comma.

Y: Nott, I'm sorry we made fun of you eating children N: I HAVE NOT EATEN CHILDREN

B: What got you locked up with this guy? (Caleb) N: Being me. Stealing food? C: You told me it was cherry wine. N: OKAY IT WAS BOOZE.

it is now raining.

M: Well, I'm sleeping underneath the cart! if anyone wants to join me... J: We wont all fit! M: We'll snuggle. *

Molly + Jester are under the cart.

"i tasted a baby once. ONCE. they were handing around a bowl, I didn't know-" -N Liam takes Sam's flask and takes a swig so i assume caleb does the same in canon C: "Who am I to judge?"

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theofficeofsupremegenius · 6 years

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in the moonlight (part 1)

a prentiss fic in which emily is a witch!!! dedicated to my girl @badasprentiss <3

A/N: this took me like two months to write bc im very slow but im kind of proud of it! also, im definitely going to make this a series, so let me know if you want to be tagged in it <3

Word Count: 2,332

Warnings: blood mention, abduction mention, death mention

Snippet: “With the sun’s slow disappearance came the awakening of the woodland creatures, and Emily could feel your uneasiness. Every time an owl hooted or a coyote howled, your pace slowed and your breath quickened.”

I hope you enjoy!! <3

“Emily? I’m home!” You called to your roommate, setting your keys down on the table by the door. “Emily?” Coming to the conclusion that she wasn’t home, you strolled into the kitchen and pulled a power bar out of the pantry. “Sergio!! Here, kitty kitty.” Maybe Emily took him for a walk? You wouldn’t be surprised.

It’d been two weeks since you’d moved in, but your boxes were all still in the living room. You groaned as you remembered you’d promised Emily you’d take care of them today, but you knew you had to do it.

Muttering to yourself, you sorted through the boxes and finally unpacked everything you wanted in your room. Now you just had to move all the rest of the boxes down into the storage space. You tried to fit everything into two boxes, grabbed your keys, and headed towards the storage unit by your apartment.

You set the boxes down on the ground and typed your code into the pad by the door. Slowly, it began to slide up, and you reached down to pick the boxes up again. Standing up again, you looked inside to see Emily standing inside.

She was standing behind a cauldron, stirring it with a hugeass stick, and was surrounded by shelves and shelves of plants and trinkets. There was even a crystal ball on the table near her. Sergio, her black cat, was sitting next to it. You looked up at her and she looked back at you. Neither of you said anything for a solid 40 seconds.

Finally, you managed to say “What the fuck?”

“Uhhh, I can explain. Sit down.” She gestured to one of the chairs by the table. “Close the door.”

You listened, and after you sat, she did too. Sergio jumped up onto your lap and began to purr as you stroked him. Emily started to say something, but paused and gathered her thoughts. “Okay, look.” She brushed her long black hair behind her shoulder and clasped her hands in front of her. “God, it’s hot in here.” She shimmied her black leather jacket off of her, revealing the soft, long sleeved, pink v-neck that you were so fond of. “Uh, okay, so I’m a witch. Um, I found out when I was about 10 years old, and I’ve managed to hide it until now, so if you didn’t tell anyone about this, I’d really appreciate that.”

“What?”

“I’m a witch.” She said again, giggling nervously.

“Shit, Prentiss, I thought you were just doing something for Halloween.”

“Oh, damn, I wish I’d thought of that.” She stood and and walked over to the cauldron, her black high heels clacking on the floor. “You can go back to the apartment now. I’d really appreciate it if you didn’t tell anyone about this.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. I’m also not going back to the apartment now though; I’m curious as to what you’re making!” You followed her to the cauldron and peered inside. “What are you making it for?”

“Oh my god, don’t get so close to it.” She chuckled and gently nudged you out of the way. “It’s… okay it’s kind of complicated. Are you sure you want to know? It’s kind of intense.”

“Yes, of course!” You smiled widely and went back to sit in the chair.

Emily involuntarily grinned; every time you smiled she just couldn’t help but do it as well. She was actually really glad that you found out about her secret, too. You were one of her best friends and she’d been needing to talk to someone about everything that was happening. “Okay, so, it’s basically just a potion to make you stronger. And the reason I’m making it is because I’m going to need it Halloween night.”

“Why?”

“Well, there’s this wizard. Sephterani.”

“Damn, that’s a cool name.”

She laughed. “Yeah, it is, but he’s also kind of evil. You see, there are some monsters he wants to release into the world. He can only do it at midnight on Halloween though, and he needs to say a spell after drinking a specific potion.”

“What? What monsters? What potion?”

“The monsters… they’re…” Emily shuddered. “They’re terrible. I really hope you never have to find out what they do. And the potion: it gives you the ability to communicate with them. I think I can find the recipe.”

She turned and scanned the bookshelf behind her. “Here.” She tipped the leather book out of its spot and set it down on the table. “This book is actually illegal in the magic world, but I have it just so I can figure out what I need to prevent.” Emily winked at you and held her finger to her mouth. “Sh.” She flipped through the soft yellow pages, dust flying into the air, until she found what she was looking for. Her finger trailed down the page and she softly murmured the words to herself. “He needs the hearts of 4 humans, 10 liters of pig blood, fur from a black cat, enchanted kukumaca, nightbloom roots, frog legs, a nightingale’s wing, and 3 drops of his own blood.”

“I’m sorry? Excuse me? Did you say the hearts of 4 humans? As in, actual human beings? Is this fucking Snow White or something?”

“Yes, actual humans. I need to stop him from not only releasing the monsters but creating the potion as well.” Emily looked up from the book to check your reaction. You were taking it better than she could have hoped; she knew this must have been pretty shocking, and maybe scary too. She wasn’t really all that surprised though, you’d always been one of the bravest people she knew.

“Oh, shit. Okay, I want to help.” You stood, and Sergio leapt off of your lap. “I want to help you.”

“No, you can’t.” Emily said forcefully. “It’s dangerous, and you wouldn’t be able to protect yourself against him.”

“It’s dangerous for you too, Emily. And I want to help you, I can’t let you do this alone.”

“I can’t let you help me. I’m a fucking witch; I can protect myself. Do you have any idea how devastated I’d be if something happened to you?” Her eyes pierced into you, and her words shook as she spoke. “I can’t let anything happen to you.”

“I have to help you. I’m not going to take no for an answer.”

“You’re going to have to! Because my answer is no.”

“Emily, I am not going to let you do this alone.” You set your hand on top of hers and stroked it with your thumb. “It’ll be okay.”

Emily was quiet for a minute. She wouldn’t be able to take it if anything bad happened to you but she really did need help with this, and you really did want to help. After a few more moments of silent contemplation, she finally decided that she would let you help, but as soon as you were in danger she was going to send you back home.

“The first thing we need to do is figure out where he is.” She sat in front of the crystal ball, and you followed suit. Placing her hands around the crystal, she began to chant in what seemed to be another language. The ball began to fill with a light fog, swirling and pushing against the edges as if it were trying to escape. You finally heard her say a word you recognized, “Sephterani”, and the fog began to clear to reveal a dark wooded area.

“Where is that?” You asked.

“I think that’s down by Henson’s Creek.” Emily swiftly put her jacket back on, placed a few vials full of potions in the pockets, and grabbed a broomstick. You had no idea how she knew where it was from just a bunch of trees, but you were glad she did. “Let’s go.”

“Wait, don’t you need like, your hat or something?”

“My hat? Do you mean a pointy witch’s hat?” Emily scoffed. “We don’t wear those.”

“I mean, you have a broomstick, a crystal ball, a cauldron, and a black cat. I had to ask.” You teased.

By the time the two of you got to Henson’s creek, dusk had arrived. You hopped off the back of Emily’s broomstick, your stomach still churning from the ride. Smoothing your hair down, you watched as she somehow fit the broomstick into her small bag.

She gestured for you to follow her through the woods, but as she looked back at you and thought about how dangerous this could be, she wasn’t sure she made the right decision in allowing you to come.

With the sun’s slow disappearance came the awakening of the woodland creatures, and Emily could feel your uneasiness. Every time an owl hooted or a coyote howled, your pace slowed and your breath quickened. Finally, even though it might alert Sephterani of your presence, Emily lit up the end of her wand like a flashlight so that you could feel a bit better.

“Emily?” You whispered. “What are we gonna do once we find him?”

“Well, first I’m gonna try to talk him down. And if that doesn’t work, I’m going to have to fight him.”

“Like, a fist fight? Or spells and stuff?”

“Uh, spells and stuff, I guess. But hopefully it won’t come to that.” As nervous as she was, Emily knew she had to keep up a brave face to keep you at ease. “And it probably won’t. I can be very persuasive.”

You nodded and continued walking beside her.

“Sh.” Emily suddenly stopped and held out her arm in front of you. “Do you see that?”

Squinting, you peered into the darkness. “Yeah, I do. Holy shit.”

A bit ahead of you were 4 people, unconscious, and tied to a tree. Emily raced towards them and you trailed close behind her. She knelt down beside them and cut the people free; they all fell to the ground with gentle thuds. She took her wand and muttered something, tapping each of them on the forehead.

“What was that for?” You asked, kneeling next to her.

“So that they won’t remember this.” Prentiss said gently.

You nodded and stood back up. “Why would Sephterani just leave them here? Why not just kill them right away? I mean, I’m glad that we got to them before he did, but I don’t quite understand how we did. Where is he?”

“I’m not sure.” Emily sighed. “It’s possible we’re walking right into a trap, but at least we’ve saved them.” She gestured towards the people lying on the dirt, and with a flick of her wand, they disappeared. “They’re all in the town center park now. They’ll be confused, but they’ll find their way home.”

You stared down at your shoes, unsure of what to say. Maybe it had been a mistake to come along with Emily; you really did want her safe, but what could you do about it? You weren’t sure that you could help her, and maybe you were even making it harder on her.

As if she could read your mind, Emily spoke. “Hey, I’m really glad you came with me. This is really creepy, and it’s nice to have you here.”

You nodded and smiled, looking back down at your shoes.

“So now we wait.” Emily lifted her chin and leaned back against the tree. “He’ll come back soon enough. Definitely before midnight.”

The sky grew darker and the moon rose higher, it was hours later but Sephterani still hadn’t come back. Both of your suspicions that it was somehow a trap were getting stronger. But there you were, waiting anyway. The two of you talked the entire time, trying to fill the scared silence. Slowly, each of you came to the realization that you felt most comfortable together.

You learned about her past: she was 13 when she found out she was a witch, and she struggled to hide it from her parents. When she was finally leaving for college, she went to one that taught magic while pretending to be a normal college. Their acceptance rate was 6.3%, because so many non-magical people applied to it thinking it was just a really good college. When Emily graduated, she knew she needed a normal job to keep her parents off her back, so she applied to the FBI. That way, she could still be helping people, even if it wasn’t with her magic. Once she came into contact with Sephterani, though, it started to interfere with her work, and she had to leave a few times to track him down. She was hoping to one day stop him once and for all.

And she learned about you and your past: how strong and kind you were, the hardships you’d been through, and the times you’d been most happy. She also learned that she was starting to fall in love with you.

Emily couldn’t take her eyes off of you. The moonlight lit up your skin, sparkled in your eyes, and glowed on your hair. She looked down at her hand to see that yours was placed on top, but she didn’t know if you had put it there out of affection or out of fear. God, how she hoped it was affection.

As you looked up at the moon, Emily softly called your name. “I really like you, Y/N.”

“I really like you too, Prentiss.” You turned to look at her, and she started leaning in. She was so close you could feel her breath on your lips, but suddenly she gasped and pulled away.

“I like you as well, Emily Prentiss.” A deep voice came from above you. Sephterani had come out of nowhere, and he lowered onto the ground, his dark green cloak billowing around him and scattering the fog that had arrived along with him. “It’s too bad that I’m going to have to kill you.”

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gryffvndors · 7 years

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oh, baby [draco malfoy]

request: “Could u do Draco x reader with prompts 97 and 103 please? It would be so interesting plus I love your writing. You're so cool xoxo” -anon

word count: ~3000

a/n: why thank u anon, i AM pretty cool! (kidding im actually SO lame like u dont even know omG) anyway i wrote this at like 3 am and im posting it at 5 am so. i’m a few hours late (like a day actually but who’s counting, NOT ME) but happy bday to the real OG man draco malfoy! now enjoy this hot mess of sleep deprivation, angst, snark, and marina and the diamonds inspiration

97: “i don’t want to have a baby.”

103: “i had to see you again.”

When you were twelve, your grandfather died.

(Sometimes you still hear his voice, late at night, when your window is open a crack and the wind is whistling against the glass, making the tree branches outside of your room shake. You sit up straight, eyes wide, clutching your duvet in your fists. You usually come to the conclusion you were dreaming in your half-asleep state of mind and drift back off, only to recall nothing the following morning.)

You don’t remember much; while you weren’t exactly too young, you moreso blocked the memories from your mind. You do remember holding your mother as she wept into your shirt, face blank, eyes cast to the ground. You remember sneaking around your house in the middle of the night, creeping upon the pinprick of light that casted out from behind the door of your father’s study. Putting your eye against the crack between the floor and the wood, you only saw pacing feet. You remember your grandmother frequenting your house many times, usually around dinner, when she would join you. Just you - your mother would not leave her bed, your father would not leave his office. She smiled at you with glassy eyes and tearstained cheeks, slipping you a piece of candy after you were refused a bowl of ice cream. Not so much refused, actually - just ignored, for your mother would not leave the pile of blankets she called home and your father would not answer the door.

It was a rough time. The rough period lasted for a good few months, until your father threw a few cardboard boxes in your room and grunted, “Pack up your things. We’re leaving.”

Days later, you stood in front of one of the largest houses you’d ever seen. Your father, holding hands with your mother for the first time in years, smiled and laid a hand on your shoulder.

“This is our new home,” he’d announced. “When your grandfather died-”

You coughed, scowling at the brick driveway.

“-your mother inherited the house from him. He handed me the business. We’re rich now. Go, choose your bedroom.”

You chose the bedroom with the most windows. The house was dark inside, curtains drawn and candles lit. You traveled down the many hallways and didn’t stop until you found at least two windows.

That summer, as you explored the neighborhood (mostly just trees and a long, winding paved road that no cars ever drove down), lonely, you finally came upon another mansion, this one even bigger than your own. There was a boy outside, staring at the ground with a frown. You approached him tentatively. At the sound of your footsteps, he turned, frown twisting into an even deeper scowl.

“Who are you?” He called, voice laced with authority and scorn. When you said your name, he scoffed. “You aren’t one of us. Go away. We don’t want your kind here.”

You planted your hands on your hips, brows raises. “My… kind?”

“Yes. Go away.”

“What if I don’t want to? I’m not on your property. Therefore, I have a right to be here,” you smirked triumphantly, chin raised. The boy muttered something under his breath.

“Your kind is so annoying. Just get out of here.” He looked behind him, towards the door. When he looked back, his expression was one of concern. “My parents don’t like me talking to you people. If they catch me, we’ll both be in trouble. Save both of our arses and go back home. Where do you live, anyway?”

You pointed behind you. “Some mansion back there.”

He smiled then. Well, more of a smirk than a smile, but you were just glad he wasn’t upset anymore. It had been weeks since you talked to people your own age. Even if he was rude, he was still your age.

“So you’re rich, then?”

You shrugged. “I guess so. I don’t really care about money.”

“Don’t care about money? How could you not care about money?”

“I just don’t. There are more important things in the world. Like… chocolate,” you grinned, leaning against the nearest tree. You stuffed your hands into the pockets of your shorts. “I have loads at my house. Would you like some?” He seemed vaguely intrigued, but unsure. You added, “I know you’re not supposed to talk with… my ‘kind’,” you made air quotes, “but I will keep my lips sealed if you keep yours sealed.”

The boy finally muttered, “Fine. But I am only coming because I want chocolate.” He climbed over the fence and followed you back to your mansion. Halfway there, you asked him his name. Grumbling, he said, “I’m Draco Malfoy.”

He disappeared during the school year but, without fail, he always showed up over the summer. When you asked him about his school, all he said was that he went to some boarding school in Scotland. You didn’t “bond” over summers, really, but before you knew it, you found yourself looking forward to seeing him. You didn’t kiss him until you were fifteen, cheeks rosy from running around in the woods. It was a spur of the moment thing - you weren’t surprised when he left immediately, not showing up for a week. When he saw you, though, he pushed you up against a tree and pressed his lips against your neck, muttering something about how disappointed his parents would be. You only grinned and said, “Well, I find it very entertaining to disappoint my parents, don’t you?” He pulled away and rolled his eyes, but kissed you again anyway.

The summer of the year you were sixteen, you snuck him inside your bedroom for the night. He snuck back out before dawn, pressing a kiss to your forehead and mumbling a goodbye. You faked being asleep.

When he was seventeen, he told you he could do magic. He told you about his world, why his parents would be so disappointed, who he was. Instead of yelling at him for being crazy, like he thought you would, you kissed him hard and tangled your hands in his hair, laughing at the word “muggle”. He changed a simple wildflower to a bird with a wave of his wand, then changed the bird to a bouquet of roses. You teased him for being so sappy. When you got home, you stuck the roses in a vase of water and left them on your nightstand.

The thing with falling in love is that it’s like you’re standing at the edge of a cliff, holding onto invisible railings. All of a sudden, the railing is gone, and you’re lurching over the side, falling, falling, twisting in midair - until you finally hit the ground, a broken body in the broken world you live in. It’s opening your mouth to take a breath, but your lungs suddenly fail, the only thing you inhale being smoke and ash and the smog that hangs in the horizon. It’s opening your heart, your most vulnerable place, your secrets, and leaving it out in the open, the only security blanket your hopes and words asking for nobody to harm it. It’s crazy. It’s wild. It’s when you can’t sleep at night, can’t eat in the morning, can’t think ever.

The night Draco tells you about his magic, you sneak him into your room again. This isn’t the second time, this isn’t the last time - but something is different. Something is… more intimate, really. It’s like you’ve opened the floodgates and a whole wave of emotions come, not caring about the destruction it leaves in its wake.

Falling in love is being completely and utterly at the disposal of the soul before you.

And you can’t do anything about it.

“So you’re leaving in a week?” You ask, mouth dry. Draco nods, his fingers laced in his lap. His hair is messy, shirt untucked, which is rare for him, the proper git he is. Your hand itches at your side to smooth out the blond. “Oh. Well, you’ll be back soon.”

“A year,” he laughs humorlessly, looking anywhere but your face. You sigh, dropping onto the ground. The dry leaves crack and snap under the weight of your body. You rest a hand on his shoulder. He still refuses to look at you.

You wish this is easier. This… isn’t easy. This is harder than anything you’ve done before. Deep in your mind, deep, deep down, you know this is the right thing to do. He has a right to know. He… has a say in this. But that doesn’t tell the nerves eating at your stomach to stop chewing, or your frantically beating heart to slow down a bit, it’s okay. It will be okay. It has to be okay. He… is nice.

He’s actually kind of a prick, but he means well.

You clear your throat. A second later, you hear yourself saying, “I have to talk to you about something.”

“We’re talking right now, aren’t we?”

“This is… important,” you take a deep breath. “Very, very important. This is the most important thing we have ever talked about.”

Draco looks at you then, an amused expression on his face. “Most important? What, do I not exist? What about the fact that I’m a bloody wizard?”

You swallow. It feels like there’s something in your throat. You realize it’s the words you’re about to say - you have to force them down, keep calm, keep the situation under control. This is not the time for word vomit. This is the time for collected speaking. This is the time for-

“I’m pregnant,” you blurt.

Fuck.

Draco whips around. His slate eyes are wide, lips parted. You hear him say, “You’re what?!”

“You’re the only person I shag. So.” Out of the corner of your eye (you’re staring at the ground so hard, your vision is blurring), Draco is tugging at his blond hair. You think you might want to do that, too. Instead, you keep your hands balled at your side. “So,” you repeat. “So. It’s. It’s yours.”

“Oh my - fuck, Merlin, fuck,” he drops off the log he was previously sitting on to your side. His hands find yours, fingers fitting into the crevices you feel that, well, they were meant to. It’s like a puzzle, really, and in your mind, it works. This jigsaw the two of you make, anyway. Like, you’re kind of a bitch and he’s kind of a dick, so it works. And you’re pretty emotionally numb and. Well. His family situation is so bad he might as well be.

“Yeah,” you laugh shakily. This isn’t funny. You don’t know why you’re laughing, so you do it again. “Yeah. I. Um. I am. For, like, two months. I thought I was just gaining weight. And my. Uh. Period has always been kinda irregular, so. I took a test.”

“And you’re…”

“Yeah,” you nod. You can’t look into his eyes. You can’t look at his face, or you might burst into tears. “Yeah, yeah. There’s a fucking baby is my stomach. Well. Uterus, really, but, uh. Somewhere down there.”

Draco is deadly silent for a good few minutes. You are, too. You don’t speak. You wait for him to say something, anything. Finally, he wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulls you into his side.

“Fuck.”

That’s all he says. You think you agree.

You nod, “Yeah. Um, I,” you wipe at your eyes, sniffing. “I don’t want to have a baby. I’m only seventeen.”

“Then don’t. Isn’t there a… procedure? A muggle procedure?”

“I don’t wanna do that either. I’m gonna have the baby, but. I’m scared,” you’re whispering now, and despite your wishes, tears are falling down your cheeks, landing on your lap. “And you can’t even be with me, so.” Draco ducks his head. The ends of his hair tickles your cheek. You lean your head against his. “Please say something.”

“Did you tell your parents?”

You shake your head. “No. I’m more worried about yours.”

“I’ll handle it. I’ll try.”

The next day, you meet outside. His face is expressionless. You know him too well - his eyes speak wonders. They’re broken, like shattered glass, a longing deep inside of them. It’s like looking into a well and seeing something shiny at the bottom, something you want, but can never get without falling in and never being able to get out.

“I can’t speak to you anymore.”

You freeze. In your mind, gears whirl, ice freezes over, your stomach drops. You choke out a, “Wh-what?”

Draco swallows, “I told my parents. If you cannot get rid of… it,” he snaps, “then fine. But you cannot talk to me. Ever again. I am going to my last year of school, then I am becoming an Auror.”

“Draco-”

“I must leave now. Goodbye.”

Your knees shake as you force yourself to stand, to watch him walk away. You wait until he’s gone to cry, so you don’t give him the satisfaction of seeing you in pain. When you get back to your house, eyes bloodshot, lips red, you tell your parents. It takes you an hour to convince your dad not to go to his house and tell off his father.

“It won’t work,” you cry, holding onto his shirt. “They’re… different. I made a mistake, talking to him. Now I’m paying for it.”

Your mother whispers, “Do you love him? Did you love him?”

When you nod, she wraps you in her arms and lets you weep into her shirt. You get a mysterious sense of deja vu. Your father locks himself in his office for only a day. When he comes out, he hugs you, whispering how everything will be okay.

For your last year of school, you go to a special school with pregnant teens. Your grandmother moves into a spare room once she learns of the news, unjudging and supportive. You grow bigger and bigger, stomach inflating, until you have to get new clothes. As soon as you can, you find out that the child inside of you is a girl.

(You were hoping for a girl. You love girls.)

You’re due in late February. When December rolls around, you’re already sick of everything. It’s hard to sleep on your stomach and you can’t wear your favorite sweater and you’re so irritable, it makes your grandmother laugh.

“When I was pregnant with your mother, I craved salty pretzels and I dipped them in Earl Grey,” she says, handing you a mug and a bag of crisps. “When your mother was pregnant with you, she craved salty chips and ate them with green tea.”

“I want chocolate.”

She produces a bag of chocolate, as well. “Anything for my beautiful granddaughter.”

A week to Christmas, you’re sitting on the sofa in the den, remote in one hand, chocolate in the other. Somebody knocks on the door. Your grandmother is in the kitchen with your father, mother out in the garden; you roll yourself to your feet (it’s the only way you can get up now) and lug your body to the front door.

When you open it, you hate yourself for feeling excited at the image of Draco Malfoy.

You open and close your mouth a few times, much like a fish. When you finally get your bearings, you try to say, “What are you doing here?!” It comes out a whisper.

Draco frowns, looking at your stomach. His gaze is hopeful, awestruck, amazed. “I…” he takes a deep breath and meets your gaze. “I had to see you again.”

You scowl, clutching the chocolate and doorknob tightly. “I thought you couldn’t talk to me for the rest of your life,” you pause. “Wait, why aren’t you in school?”

“I came home for the holidays. So I could see you,” he sighs, casting his eyes to the ground. “And that’s what they told me to say. They… made me tell you that.”

You cross your arms. “I thought as much.”

“I really care about you,” says Draco. “And… the baby. It’s-”

“She,” you interject.

“Sh-she?” He murmurs. “I’m going to have a daughter?”

You nod. When you find your voice, you whisper, “If you’ll take her.”

“Of - of course,” he bites his lip. “And… you. I will take you. Please. I… frankly, I don’t give a damn about what my parents say. They’ve always looked down on muggles, and that’s the way I was taught to be, but… obviously, that didn’t go down well.”

“Obviously.”

“And… I am about to finish school. I am taking my N.E.W.T.s and then becoming a potion’s master, or an Auror, or something. I’ll decide that… later. You already know about magic. We could… move in together. If you’d like,” he says hurriedly. “Look, I know I said terrible things. I am kind of a prat. I-”

“I love you,” you dig your nails into your palms. “And I have for a. A while. So. I do want to be with you. Because I love you.”

“Fuck,” he breathes. “I love you, too. So much.” Leaning down, he presses a kiss to your forehead. “Please. Take me back.”

You shrug. “Okay. Sure. But I’m naming her, because you ditched me for, like, five months.”

Draco snorts. “Deal.”

“Okay. Cool. I love you, I guess. My show is on, are you coming inside and meeting my family and watching it with me, or are you going back home?”

He turns to look behind him. When he faces you again, he’s smiling. “I’ll come inside.”

“Good answer. It’s a bloody amazing show.”

You lace your fingers together and lead Draco through the house. “Just a warning,” you add, “my parents will probably dislike you at first. You kinda left me, your baby mum, in the dust. But my grandmum will love you to death. You’re hot.”

“She’ll love me… because I’m hot?”

“Also you’re a dick. For some reason, she loves mean, attractive people,” you turn to beam at him. “I mean, she loves me the most, after all.”

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