Based on the prompt - Expecting: Our characters find out they are expecting a child together
As Narcissa hurled the contents of her stomach into the toilet bowl, she was positive this wasn’t how you were meant to feel. You were meant to be filled with happiness. Excitement. A slight nervousness maybe, but overall Narcissa had always imagined when she first found out she was pregnant that she would feel overjoyed.
Based on the prompt - Kill Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character killing yours.
“Avada Kedavra.”
“Na-Narcissa?”
Narcissa’s first thought was that her mask had come off. Her hand flew to her face. No, it was still secure. So she spun around.
It was Benjamin Mckinnon. He was looking at her, but his body was facing towards another masked figure. Narcissa knew her husband well enough to be able to tell that it was him. Both of the men had their wands pointed firmly at each other. The look on Ben’s face would have killed Narcissa, if she still cared.
But she didn’t. Not anymore. Once upon a time, a lifetime ago now, Narcissa had thought she loved Ben. It was years ago now and she had just been a silly girl. She had forgotten all about how he made her laugh, even when she didn’t want to. All about how he worshiped the ground she walked on. All about how he had tried so hard to make her love him, and how in the end he had succeeded.
Narcissa no longer thought about any of that. Lucius was her world now. And Draco, her precious baby. And she would do anything to protect them.
So with no hesitation and no remorse, Narcissa raised her arm and pointed it directly at Benjamin Mckinnon.
Based on the prompt: I’ll write a drabble of my character with yours on their deathbed.
It wasn’t meant to have turned out like this. Somewhere along the lines things had gone so wrong. And it was all Narcissa’s fault. Narcissa was sure the Mckinnons thought so. And they had a right to. Because Ben was dying.
His eyelashes fluttered, a slight movement that still managed to tear at Narcissa’s insides. She reached forward and desperately grabbed one of his hands. Instead of the squeeze back she was used to, there was nothing. To suddenly have hope and then for it to be taken away a second later was too much. Unable to help herself words started to pour from Narcissa, “Ben I’m sure sorry. This is all my fault. I should have been stronger,” She took a giant gulp for air. Narcissa needed to get this out, she need Ben to know even if he could never acknowledge it. “If I had just married Lucius, then you could have forgotten me. You could have met someone else, and right now you would be safe.” She gripped his hand tighter, unable to bring herself to let it go.
Narcissa's reaction to Ben's death. AU where she married Lucius and Ben died with his family in the war.
Narcissa had let him go, but she had never forgotten him. Now, as the room starting spinning around her, all Narcissa could think about was how happy he had made her. And how she would never see him smile again.
Narcissa didn’t care about Ransom. There was only one Mckinnon she cared about. Her one. Because even after all this time and everything that had happened Narcissa still considered Ben hers.
Narcissa stared down at her full plate, gripped her fork tightly and prayed. Maybe it had just been Ransom. Maybe Ben hadn’t been there. Before she could her hopes up though, she heard her husband talking. To Narcissa, it suddenly seemed as if everyone else had been muted. The rest of the room no longer mattered. All Narcissa could focus on was the words leaving Lucius’s mouth, and the happiness she could hear in his voice. “It felt good to get the little cretin myself. Little idiot always annoyed the fuck out of me.”
Narcissa suddenly couldn’t breathe. The fork in her hand dropped and clattered loudly against her plate. The noise made her jump a little. She needed to get out. To escape, before she let anyone see the horror she could feel rising like bile inside her. Or maybe that was actually bile. She pushed her chair back roughly and stood too quickly. The sudden motion drew everyone’s attention. Narcissa could feel them all starting at her, probably wondering what the hell she was doing. “Oh sorry everyone, don’t mind me. “ Narcissa’s voice sounded too high in her own ears. The pitch just screamed anxious and upset. She was sure they would be able to tell something wasn’t right. “I just realised what this party was missing. Firewhisky. And lots of it.” Then before anyone could say a word Narcissa turned and swept out of the room, as quickly as she could without running.
When she reached the safety of the patio she was shaking, her whole body almost convulsing in agony. She didn’t stop moving though. To stop would probably kill her. It couldn’t be true. Not Ben. Her Ben. Narcissa’s dress felt like a cage around her lungs squeezing them tighter and tighter until she was sure they were pressed against her heart. That could be the only explanation for the ache she feeling. Narcissa had walked away from him. She had no right feel this way. But she couldn’t help it. All she could think of was his smile. His bright smile that had this magical ability to light up any room. Before she could stop herself Narcissa swung her hands out wildly. One collided with a pot plant, knocking it over. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” she choked out, as she stood over the broken pieces. Narcissa didn’t know why, but seeing the shattered clay and the soon to be dead plant was the final straw. Her body simply gave up, and she fell to her knees in the dirt.
The tears fell heavily now, burning down her face. She would never see him again. Once upon a time Narcissa had loved him more than anything. He had been her world. Had she ever told him that? Narcissa didn’t think so and the thought only made her sob harder. Surely she had lost enough. To lose Ben now seemed just cruel. Not just for her. For him. She had always hoped that he would marry someone wonderful, and that he would live his life. Happily. He had deserved that. For putting up with her and making her deliriously wonderful for a little while. For making her feel carefree and loved and cherished. For all the little things. Ben Mckinnon had deserved happiness more than anyone Narcissa knew.
Eventually Narcissa managed to regain her breath and quieten her sobs. Slowly she recovered. She needed to pull herself together. People would be starting to wonder where she was, and she could never let them know. No one could know that inside Narcissa’s heart was breaking for the second time over the half blood they had just killed. As she made her way back into the dining room Narcissa didn’t think she had ever smiled so brightly. It was the only way to keep from breaking down again.
