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his little princess / draco malfoy

WARNING: DADDY DRACO FEELS THAT COULD POSSIBLY KILL YOU

p.s. I’m most likely going to write a part 2 before any of you ask. ;)

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Originally posted by thatfunnyweirdindiechick

December the seventh had been the due date for your little pink bundle.

Three days had slipped by and every second of those very long days felt excruciating to endure. You were a little over forty weeks pregnant and more uncomfortable than ever. Sleep was near to impossible and the immense amount of fatigue only worsened every other thing you felt. The baby’s kicks were quite strong and you couldn’t seem to enjoy them as much as you had near the start of the pregnancy. To top it all off, Draco was more protective than ever and any little moan or whimper that escaped from you made him spring into action. Irritability had become your number one symptom and your main target was Draco.

It was December the eleventh, the start of the fourth day after your due date. You woke up to minor contractions, but it didn’t get your hopes up since you had been experiencing them daily. You had slept a grand total of three hours and lied awake in bed, a hand resting on your large belly full of at least eight pounds of baby. The red letters on the clock read 5:45 and it remained dark outside, the bedroom’s only form of light being from the clock.

Rain hit the glass windows and roof, creating a soothing melody as you stared up at the ceiling. Draco’s arm lie around your waist and his large, vein filled hand rested on your belly. His steady breath washed over the back of your bare neck and the stray hairs from your tousled bun tickled your skin as he breathed out. You melted back into his warm chest, your palm going to rest on top of his and your fingers slotted between his against the material of your long-sleeved shirt. The contractions were continuing to plague your body and although they were spaced apart and fairly minor, they were still a bit painful. The only place you felt content was with Draco.

A swift and harsh kick to your ribs from the culprit in your belly caused you to suck in a sharp breath, your eyes screwing shut in discomfort. The little girl inside you hit the same spot where yours and Draco’s hands lie and your muscles tensed as he stirred behind you. A soft hum vibrated his chest and his arm tightened around your waist, his palm lightly squeezing your stomach in acknowledgment of the unborn child’s kicks. He pushed himself up on his forearm when you shifted uncomfortably, your ribs aching and a small contraction pulsated through your lower abdomen.

“Contractions again, sweetheart?” He asked gently and ran his fingers over your swollen stomach.

Sighing at his comforting touch, your head bobbed up and down on the pillow. “Yeah,” you breathed meekly and smiled weakly up at the concerned face of your husband. “But I’m fine. They’re still not strong and irregular.”

Draco moved his hand up to your flushed cheeks and brushed away a few sweaty strands of hair. Your hot flashes had only worsened as you progressed in the pregnancy and it was embarrassing to sweat without having done anything. He didn’t seem to think anything of it, but you felt like an unattractive beached whale.

His fingers never ceased in stroking your hair and you smiled tiredly when his lips pressed to your forehead. “Do you need anything, love?” He murmured against your skin. “I can get you some tea or make some breakfast.”

“I need you to cuddle me,” You moaned and shifted onto the side facing him. Your face burrowed into his t-shirt clad chest and you breathed him in, feeling completely at ease by his side. He made the discomfort and pain you felt bearable.

Chuckling, Draco brought you in flush to him and he heard your muffled giggles at your bump getting in the way. He smiled lovingly at you, his ice colored irises drinking in the tired smile on your face. Your hair was wildly tousled from tossing and turning all night, your skin was free of any cosmetic product and the pregnancy glow still radiated from you as it did in the beginning. He had never imagined himself to be lying in bed with the love of his life tangled against him and he didn’t quite understand how you had fallen in love with him, but he was sure as hell glad you had.

You tilted your head further back to meet his eyes just as you experienced yet another kick from the babe inside you. It was much softer and less of a karate chop to your ribs than the previous kick. Draco felt the gentle jab in his side since your belly was pressed to him as close as physically possible and you smiled when he slid your shirt up, revealing the large baby bump. You had acquired some stretch marks, but he paid them no mind and lowered his head to talk to her like you knew he adored doing.

“Hey baby girl,” Draco cooed in the gentlest tone he could manage. His fingertips danced along your bare bump and you admired the adoring smile on his face when she kicked at the sound of his voice. “It’s Daddy. Again.”

“She’s probably tired of hearing your voice, my love,” You teased and ran your fingers through his blonde locks.

“Shush,” He said and shot you a warning look that made you giggle. “Don’t listen to Mummy, princess. She’s mean to Daddy and—Oi!”

You had smacked his head and tried to stifle your laughter his messy hair. “Don’t tell our daughter that, Draco!” You scolded.

“Anyway,” Draco said and lowered his lips to your bump again. He brushed them along the stretched skin, a mark brandishing the once smooth flesh on your stomach, and goose bumps arose on your belly as he kissed it softly. “You like keeping Mummy and Daddy waiting, don’t you? We’re ready to meet you, princess.”

The clock ticked over to 6:00 and you shut your eyes for a mere second, taking in the soft sounds of the rain hitting the glass window. You had barely been submerged into darkness for a millisecond when you felt a gushing sensation between your legs as if you had peed on yourself, but you knew full well that it had not been that.

On December eleventh, the fourth day after your due date, your water had broken and labor begun.

Panic. Unshakable panic fell upon the house, capturing Draco in its claws. It seemed as though the split second your water broke and you pulled your very pregnant self from the bed, the contractions began to grow ever so slightly stronger. As your nose scrunched up in discomfort and your digits yanked your shirt over your stomach again, Draco caught every grimace of pain and he felt his body frozen to the bed. His eyes were glued onto your face and he watched as your hands came to rest just above your hips, riding the contraction out until it descended to nothing.

“Your water broke which means you’re in labor,” Draco said slowly, the words slowly seeping into his brain and when they did, the panic settled in further. “Bloody hell, you’re in labor!

You couldn’t help but giggle and take his hands in yours, pulling him from the king sized mattress. Your fingers traced over his knuckles soothingly and you tilted your head back, your y/e/c irises twinkling as they gazed into his icy blue ones. “I suppose baby girl heard you and decided to surprise you, my love,” You murmured and grinned.

He gaped down at your smaller frame before pulling you to him, his arms wrapped around you and his hands rested on your waist. The large baby bump pressed between you two and he kissed your forehead multiple times, the burning of tears already blurring his vision. “I’m about to be a Dad,” He mumbled shakily into your neck and you held him tighter as he shook slightly in your grasp.

A gentle, subtle smile pulled at the corners of your lips. The pads of your fingers ran along his back and you pulled back to kiss his forehead. “You’re going to be amazing, Draco,” You hummed softly and felt like crying yourself at his soft, adoring expression. “Now, I’m kind of in labor so we should go to the hospital.”

“Right.” Draco heaved a sigh and blew it out heavily. “You’re in bloody labor. Oh, merlin.”


Seconds trickled by, turning into minutes and following with hours. You had gotten decked out in the hideous hospital gown and the IV’s had been stuck into your veins. Nurses came and went, checking your progress along with an occasional monitor of the baby’s heartbeat or asking if you needed anything. You had dilated to a four and the contractions had gotten closer together, much stronger, and more painful. The whimpers leaving your mouth only worried Draco more and if you weren’t in immense amounts of pain, you would’ve been slightly amused.

Your eyes screwed shut in discomfort and a soft whimper fell upon Draco’s ears as he stood at your bedside, stroking his pale fingers through your hair and along your perspired forehead. He hated seeing you in pain and there was not a thing in the world he could do to make it better. He did all he knew to do and that was to make you as comfortable as possible.

Draco bent down to your level and kissed your head gingerly, his right hand clutching yours. “You’re almost halfway, love,” He cooed softly and brushed the pesky hairs out of your face. “You’re doing so good, taking those contractions like a champ.”

Blowing out an intake of air, you pushed a weak smile up at him. “I think labor is kicking my ass, but thanks Draco.”

He chuckled. “I’m not even the one in labor and its kicking my ass more than yours.”

You giggled and rose up against the pillows to peck his lips. You squeezed his hand, grinning, and said, “You’re taking labor like a champ, babe. I promise.”

“I think I’m supposed to be telling you that.”


A mere two hours prior, you had been at four centimeters dilated and gotten the epidural. Ten centimeters came in the blink of an eye and the time to push was upon you before your brain could process it. The hospital room was in a flurry of nurses and doctors prepping for delivery, the spotlights had been switched on, and your legs were positioned to deliver your baby girl. With a pounding heart and your belly flipping with nerves, Draco grasped your right hand firmly and murmured comforting words into your ear through the chaotic events unfolding rapidly.

“Alright, Mrs. Malfoy,” The doctor exclaimed from the end of the hospital bed. “It’s time to push.”

With a fleeting glance into your husband’s stormy irises and the distant sound of nurses reassuring you, you tucked your chin to your chest and pushed. A strangled cry elicited from your mouth as one of the nurses counted up to ten and you pushed through until she reached ten before sucking in a deep breath, dropping your head to the pillow. Draco stroked your hair and continuously peppered kisses on the top of your head or on the slightly dampened skin of your forehead.

“M’so proud of you, my love,” He hummed into your ear.

“I love you, but we’re never having another baby after this,” You huffed, already exhausted from one push.

Draco chortled. “Whatever you say, darling.”

“Push, Mrs. Malfoy!”

For the second time, you tucked your chin in, took a deep breath, and pushed as hard as possible because you wanted that baby out. The pressure and burning sensation began to intensify and after a mere few moments rest after the second push, you were going again. After a total of five pushes, the little baby girl was out and loud crying filled the hospital room. The moment your eyes laid on the doctor holding your baby, wiping her off a bit, tears spilled over onto your cheeks and you looked up at Draco. A small cry left your mouth at the sight of his eyes glistening with tears of his own and he stooped over to kiss your lips repeatedly, the taste of salty tears into the kiss.

“I love you so much,” He whispered and wiped the wet streaks on your cheeks.

“I love you too,” You sniffled.

The doctor placed your baby onto your chest, a blanket draped over the naked newborn and her little cries lessened to whimpers. You sunk your teeth into your lip, holding back a fresh wave of tears, and placed one of your hands on her head and the other on her tiny back. You pressed your lips to the top of her head and traced your fingertips along her back, soothing her whimpers to nothing.

Draco gazed at his two girls in awe. The tiny glimpse into you as a mother had already taken his breath away and he could feel himself falling deeper into the pit of love he held for you. Very carefully, he brought his hand to the pink cheek of his little girl and drug his finger along the soft skin as if it were porcelain. Never had he seen a more beautifully ethereal thing in the entire world than the bundle that lie on your chest. She had only been in the world for a few minutes and he was already enthralled. He was so in love with the tiny human he had created with you.

“My little princess,” He hummed gently and never ceased his finger against her small cheek. “She’s so beautiful, Y/N.”

“Of course she is.” You giggled. “She’s your daughter.”

“I think it’s the other way around, my love,” Draco said adoringly.

Your cheeks flushed and you sighed in content, the babe on your chest stirring before falling still again. “Freya Leigh Malfoy, already stealing hearts at a few minutes old.”

“That’s my girl.”

A fruit frenzy

IT’S THAT TIME OF THE OF YEAR AGAIN!

Lil’ bit late, but better late than never!
Gonna be great, it’s Delphox December!

Bringing it back from previous years, I wanna get my Delphox drawan’ on!
Prolly’ not gonna be everyday, but my doodles will include a lot more Delphox in them during the course of this month! Woo! The release of Sun and Moon have been really helpin’ out this mood too, so yeah!

So toss me some random ideas in the ask box, I might need some ideas to take up for when I do muh Delphox dewdlez. Some of the ones I like I will make ‘em nice and colored and stuffs. Wow!

My Phox Crescera’s eyebrows impel you to do so!

tl;dr I want more Delphox art. You! Draw some Delphox/give me suggestions for Delphox pictures, and I might draw ‘em out one of these days!

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I’ll be back to do some proper blog things in a few days, BUT UNTIL THEN, HAVE A FUN AND SAFE HOLIDAY YOU GUYS. 

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100 days from December 16th is March 26th, so if the trailer hasn't dropped by/on that date, I'm gonna cry!

100 fuckin days i cant believe we’ve been sittin here reblogging the same gifs for almost 100 days 

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As a patron for @kelslk-art on Patreon, every other month I get to request a fun sketch! The first one i asked for is from October, with Thor and Natasha being buddies and apple picking together in their plaid! Aren’t they so cute??

And for December i asked for Peggy Carter in Victorian era clothing, since I love Peggy and I love the Victorian era! Her bustle gown is so beautiful and I love the star embellishment on her collar!

Thanks Kelsey!!!!! ^_^

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@december-dragon asked: Do you guys celebrate any special days? Like birthdays or the day you were made?

A.L.F.R.E.D: Sure! Gotta get a break some time, right? New Years this year was lit! People say that, right? Anyway, we put a puzzle together.

I.V.A.N.: We use decorations and such we have from previous years if we celebrate at all. We don’t get care packages with frivolous things often.

In celebration of 2k, I thought I could do some blogrates! Thank you so much for supporting this studyblr, and thank you to the studyblr community for being so welcoming and encouraging to everyone in it. 💖

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Romione Advent Calendar 2016

On the first of December, he asks her if she remembers the socks.

His mum had sent them alongside a new Weasley jumper, on his very first Christmas at Hogwarts, and they fit it in every respect: They were thick, and cosy … and maroon.

And he’d tried to like them. He really had.

“Well, you don’t have to wear them if you don’t like them”, Hermione had reasoned with him.

“You wear them, then”, he had said, pulling off the socks. They fit his large feet almost perfectly.

“I’ll pass”, she said. “Oh, don’t pull that face, Ron, it’s Christmas, and these socks are really cute. Mince pie?”

Ron remembers grinning, and turning the socks in his hands, and suddenly not minding them as much anymore.

He has never looked forward to Christmas Eve more.