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I want to write. I have ideas. I open document. I type four of the worst sentences ever created in the english language. I daydream the rest of the scene. I close document.

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Motorcyclist in my car Oct 25th

Summary: A semi-journal type text about a sexual encounter with a masked biker. 

Tags & Warnings: Smut, alcohol use, drunk reader (sorta), outdoor sex, mask fetish. Think I missed a tag or warning? Please let me know!

Word count: 1.3k Pairing: Masked man x Fem!Reader

A/N: I think I wanna turn this into a mini series but idk. The journal aspect of it is a bit lost sometimes but I still think what I wanted is in there. Please enjoy :> Also I know I've been gone awhile I was kind of taking a break from writing and stuff to be a consumer for a while (reading fanfictions on my new hyperfixation).

To start I was pretty drunk and on what one might consider a vacation, but this had been on my bucket list for a while. I guess that last shot sealed the deal and gave me enough, I wanna say confidence but that doesn't seem right. It was wrong and I knew it but that's what made it so exciting. I remember looking up into the reflective visor on the unknown man's biker helmet. His identity, forever a mystery which honestly turns me on now thinking about it. I’m thinking of doing something like this again. The thrill of not knowing was a feeling I’d only fantasized about before. Maybe I’ll write a little series of my endeavors, and I’ll be detailed so don’t worry. Now, I’ll get to what happened. 

The bar's lights were really starting to annoy me which is why I walked out and bumped into him in the first place. My face planted straight into his chest, it was firm. I quickly apologized to him but he stayed silent and just kind of looked at me. I imagine he may have been falling in love at that moment, that's what my big ego says anyway. He gave me a nod of forgiveness and walked inside. As he moved past me I looked him up and down, nothing crazy, some black sweats and a green hoodie but he seemed fit underneath the concealing clothing. I took a seat outside close to where his bike was. I was kind of hoping to catch him leaving, our small interaction piqued my interest; I could only hope it piqued his too. I sat for what felt like ages but I must have fallen asleep because I was woken up to the helmeted man crouched next to me shaking my shoulder. I could hear the sounds of a muffled hey underneath the helmet. I groggily lifted my head from my knees and tried to wipe the bit of drool on my lower lip. 

“Y’know you oughta be more careful where you sleep.” His voice remained muffled. 

“Huh?” I could hear him chuckle, it sounded warm and gentle, a real suave laugh. I thought it was odd he hadn’t taken off the helmet but it only made me more interested. 

“I said you should be more careful where you sleep.” I nodded at him, closing my eyes from the remaining tiredness. He seemed to be rolling his eyes under the visor, “Do you have a friend here or a car? Don’t drive but at least you can sleep in a safer place.” 

“Yea that blue one there.” I pointed towards my car.

“Alright let's go then,” he pulled my arm over his shoulder and started walking me toward the car. 

“Hey, wait I don’t want you to just disappear after this.”

“You don’t even know me.”

“Well talk to me, let me learn a little about you.” At this point we had reached my car and I was leaning on the driver door with him next to me. I felt quite sobered up but in actuality I was still quite out of it. 

“Fine, you’ve intrigued me. Oh hold on lemme take this-”

“NO!” I quickly slapped his hand away from his helmet. He was so surprised he had stepped back a bit and I can only assume he looked either confused or shocked, probably both. 

“What was that for? No?”

“K-keep the helmet on.”

“What, why, you can’t really hear me well can you?”

“Well it adds to your mystery, and my hearing is stronger than most.” It isn’t but he didn’t need to know that besides I could hear him well enough. 

We talked for a while, we laughed and all that good connection stuff, then he asked again about the helmet thing and why I didn’t want him to take it off. I told him the real reason: It turned me on, it was super hot, he seemed both proud and curious. 

I suppose we just spoke all the right words to each other to get into one another's pants. 

But one thing led to another and we were inside the back seat of my car tearing each other's clothes off. He’s pulling off my shirt, my bra then my pants and underwear; while I yank down his pants and boxers. There was no way of getting the hoodie off with the helmet on but I didn’t need all that. He pinched my nipples between his rough fingers while his other hand teased over my clit. Honestly I was surprised he found it. I could tell he was hot from all the panting, I could only assume his helmet was like a small ecosystem. I was moaning like we weren’t in a public space and not the fake ones. These were real, I was excited; I was aroused. His fingers made their way down and into my vagina making my back arch. I kept staring into his visor knowing he could see all of me; my erotic faces reflecting back at me, my nude body. In contrast to him; I didn't know what kind of man was behind that visor, what kind of faces he makes during sex. At this point I was soaking and couldn’t wait, impatiently I beg for him to fuck me already. He obliges and lines up his sizable cock before slowly pushing inside. A gasp slips from my mouth and I hear a faint moan from him. My hands move to grip his back sliding underneath his hoodie. It has a soft muscular feel. He starts to move, his quiet grunts and groans escaping through his helmet. At first his movements were a bit awkward but eventually we got into a good 

pace. He had surprisingly good stamina. He sat up more using his rough hands to grip my hips, thrusting at a new angle making me want to scream. He kept hitting my sensitive part as my moans grew louder, suddenly my hand was pushing against his lower abdomen. 

“I think, I hear someone.” His hips slowly came to a halt and I began listening more intently hearing some faint laughing outside, it didn't sound that close so maybe I was just being paranoid. He probably couldn’t hear that well so I was on a higher alert.

Tilting his head and asking, “But, isn’t that part of the fun?” He used his hand to pull my chin to look back at him, before covering my mouth and continuing to move. Definitely one of the top five hottest moments I've had with someone, probably even top 3. I was starting to get close from his thrusting and my fingers relentlessly on my clit. The throbbing and twitching of his dick inside me let me know he was also close. He slid his hand off of my mouth and placed both hands back on my hips, quickening his pace. Our body heat filled the car, steamy windows, moans and grunts, inching ever closer to that sweet release. He kept hitting a spot that made me feel like a glass about to spill over, I could see my face in his visor as I got closer to climax, I had never felt as beautiful as I felt in that moment. Then it all poured out, I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me, he came just moments before myself. He stayed inside but the condom caught it all (I had one in my glove box). He pulled out and we stayed breathing heavily for a while just looking at each other; I assumed he was looking at me but his eyes could have been wandering my body for all I know. 

We tied off the condom, got cleaned, and got dressed. Then we went our separate ways, I walked with him to his bike before watching him disappear into the distance on the road. Overall a steamy encounter, one I’ll never forget. But he may have competition soon, Halloweens coming up and there will be plenty of masked fish to choose from. 

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Real talk: how long do you take posting chapters on fanfic? Cause part of me is like “oh it’ll be fine if I take a couple months cause life- out of all people AO3 understands.”

But then I wonder if I severely overestimate the attention span of current fans in the wake of instant gratification and consumerism.

My fandom brothers! Doth ye still wait years for a fic chapter update? Is there hope for a long winded scribe?

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A Dungeon of Our Own Ch. 2 | Draco Malfoy Series

Tags & Warnings: Some angst (more to come), slow-burn, enemies to lovers but like if someone coughed E to L on it, Roleplay, sissification if you squint, light BDSM, POV swap (sorta). Think I missed a tag or warning? Please let me know!

Word count: 2.04K Pairing: Draco x Femdom!Reader

A/N: Sorry this chapter took awhile. I started writing with full steam then there were some storms that knocked out my power, broke my fencing, and peeled up my roof; plus I lost my juice for writing so It took me a while to get back into the groove; it required me to dress up in a black turtleneck. I also did tons of research on all sorts of things so that I could try and make this accurate. I ended up not using most of it because I didn’t feel super confident in the level of knowledge I obtained but I hope I can in future chapters. I hope to do the BDSM community justice as well as the vibes of London/Britain as a whole; I really want to get this right—I am American so I apologize. If you happen to be a part of either of these communities please let me know how I am doing (constructively) or dm me if you're willing to let me bombard you with questions.

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Ch. 2 | A filthy little…friend?

Grey, that was the only color around, the walls, the sky, everyone around him. Everything devoid of the life it once had only left with the horrible acts that now stained this room. Draco's eyes traced the patterns in the table’s wood avoiding the eyes of anyone at the table, keeping his mind busy. He felt a hand touch his under the table: his mother, her eyes glancing at him giving him some comfort–not enough to help but enough to make it bearable. In front of him lie a corpse, he watched her deteriorate from the torture, heard her agonizing screams, watched her eyes finally die, turning that grey that covered everything; then finally watched her be consumed by a beast. 

Sweat coated his forehead as Draco woke up in his bed no longer surrounded by the death eaters, no longer staring into the grey eyes of a once loved Hogwarts professor. His breath was rapid while his eyes darted around the room to make sure he was really alone. It took him some time but he eventually slowed down his shaky breathing, keeping his eyes fixated on the bright half moon outside his window. These dreams of his had been haunting him since the end of the war but he had gone a few months without one until now. Draco couldn’t seem to get back to sleep, he sat up on the side of his bed staring at the floor for a moment before deciding to shower. The warm water had failed to comfort Draco at all, he fell to the floor sitting under the falling water. He sat and stared at the faded scar on his forearm, disgusting, he thought, rubbing it hard with his hand. Gradually, he pulled himself together and exited the bathroom, having changed into a long sleeve, form fitting, black turtleneck with black dress pants to match. Passing a window he could see the sky beginning to turn a swirl of pinks, oranges, and blues; peaceful. Closing the door to his room he sat at his desk pulling out parchment, a quill, and ink, he planned to write a letter to Granger. He still hated the idea of asking her anything, but he knew her muggle background would be useful for his endeavors. It took him quite a while to start writing as he was unsure how to start such a letter��he decided on just a formal, dear. The letter was quite lengthy by the time he was done, filled with millions of questions, this way he could avoid making a fool of himself among muggles. He sealed the letter and opened the window above his desk, handing the envelope to his owl. He watched it fly away until it became a small black speck in the almost completely blue sky. 

Draco spent the rest of the morning anxiously waiting for a response to his letter. At Lunch he ate alone—his parents having left for separate reasons—leaving him to his thoughts, not for long though. As he took another drink of tea his owl dropped a letter on the table and flew back off outside. He was surprised, he had not expected her to respond in all honesty, especially within the same day. He hesitantly opened the letter, worrying that the parchment would only have a sentence saying, why would I bother helping you. However, the paper in fact was filled with words, it seemed like there may have been more answers than questions. He read through the parchment into the late afternoon, going over everything multiple times and trying to practice. He paced his room acting out scenarios until he received another letter. The owl dropped it on his desk and flew back out through the open window. He reached for the letter reading the front it was from his mother. 

Your father and I have decided to leave early for the trip. This way we may spend a few days enjoying the country. Please feel free to contact me by owl if you need anything. We will only be gone from now until the 15th. I love you, take care.

Two full weeks they were to be gone. Draco felt now this really was a perfect opportunity to intermingle with muggles. 

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“Shit, shit, shit. I really don’t want to be late.” Grabbing your bag and triple checking that your keys were in there, finally leave your flat. You jog to the lift, Out of Service, “Seriously! It’s been 3 weeks,” you huff, as you begrudgingly pull the door open to the stairwell. Out of breath, from the five flights of stairs and frazzled you run out the front door of the building and start toward your nearest tube station. Just barely making it onto your usual train, after squeezing past a rather heavy set man. You grab a pole as no seats are available and settle in for the ride—which is very hard when you can smell about 50 people who have never heard of deodorant. Trying your hardest to mentally plug your nose, you zone out for the rest of the train ride until you hear the automated voice over the speaker for your stop. Quickly you collect yourself and then fight to get off the train through the large crowds, being a single bobbing head among hundreds (probably thousands). Speeding along you passed the bar that you frequented after work wishing you could go now. 

Eventually you were face to face with an inconspicuous office building that you knew to be filled with more secrets than most. Having rung the bell and waiting a moment you watched a woman built like a librarian you knew as a child answer, Silvia. 

“Finally, you realize Quinn is going to chew you out.” The skinny yet curvaceous woman spoke.

“I know, I know, please pray for me.”

“Can’t I’m an atheist. Plus I’m on her side.” You rolled your eyes and stepped through the doorway. You had to sneak through the lobby in hopes Quinn would miss seeing you. She was a short but powerful older lady, around her mid 40’s, although she did not look older than 25. Her hair was a teal buzz cut–that was starting to grow out–contrasting her dark skin. You really did not want to use the excuse of the lift being broken again but that really was the reason, most of the time.

Just as you thought you were gonna make it to the dressing room you heard that smooth but menacing voice, “YOU!” You slowly turned, hunching your shoulders and giving a weak smile at the cross-armed woman in front of you.

“Yes?” You tried to sound as un-guilty as possible. The reason getting in trouble with Quinn was so scary was she never looked fully angry and she always spoke so carefully, so softly, like a disappointed mother. It was a million times worse than someone just yelling at you, it made you feel really bad. 

“This is what…the 5th time? 6th time? I mean who's keeping track, right?” She spoke with a warm silky voice, “Maybe I can buy you an alarm, early birthday gift. I know it's coming up next week. Anyway, I can only ask so many times for you to be on time.” She shook her head and gestured toward the changing rooms. It didn’t feel necessary to talk back; after all, there were no sessions scheduled for you until after 11am. 

“She got you good this time didn’t she.” Opal had clearly noticed your sulking shoulders when you entered the room. “You are so sensitive to her tactics.” She clicked her tongue twice and continued applying what looked like a 4th layer of mascara. You walked past her to your locker, getting undressed, and pulling on your favorite black latex dress and a pair of black heeled boots.

The next few hours were spent waiting around with some of your co-workers, greeting 1 or 2 customers and gossiping about each other's lives. 

“Ladies, I need to tell you…he’s officially mine!” Margo showed off the beautiful collar she had gotten for her new slave. She had been doing domme work with him for quite a while and they have great chemistry from what she’s described. This was a wish you have held for a while: your own submissive, probably someone a bit bratty though, you like them feisty.

It was finally nearing your session you made sure to wait until Quinn came to get you and tell you the room was ready, client and all. Within the next few minutes you had entered a room with one of your regulars, who you were quite lucky to have, as it could get very competitive with the other dommes. He was a round man but had muscular arms, curly hair–longing to be pulled–sat atop his almond shaped head. You walked into the room, head held high and demeanor, vicious, feeling like the goddess you are. Immediately–as had been agreed upon through emails prior–he crawled up to your feet and nuzzled against your leg. You looked down at him with just your eyes and he hurriedly moved his head away from your leg.

“I didn’t permit you to touch my leg. That's only for good girls who’ve done their chores.”

He looked down clearly disappointed in himself, you walked to your throne as he did this, patting the side of your thigh indicating for him to follow, he did. He sits on his knees in front of you on the throne.

“What to do with you…you're not in proper attire, are you? Take off your shirt.”

“Yes mistress.” He says, quickly removing his shirt and folding it into his lap, you smile small.

“Good, now put your shirt away and get your uniform,” you point to the shelf filled with a selection of lacy bras. You cross your leg in waiting while he places his folded shirt on the shelfs empty space and grabs a blue bra and attempts to clasp it. He struggles for a moment and you let out a small sultry chuckle, which you can tell made him pink, before he is able to clasp all 3. You give him a round of applause for his efforts before directing him to clean up, he grabs his broom and dust pan and sweeps a corner while you patiently and intently watch. Occasionally you direct him to do tasks differently to make it harder or to 

After he had finished the task along with a few others you had him do he kneeled in front of you, “I’m done mistress.” He looked up at you demurely awaiting your response.

“Let’s see how you did, shall we,” you stand up from your throne and closely inspect the floor looking for any dust or hair he may have missed, then the shelves he dusted, and finally the bed he made up. You can’t spot anything immediately wrong and walk back, crouching behind him to whisper in his ear, “You’ve done such a good job my little maid. You deserve a reward-” You stand up and walk in front of him, “-what sounds fitting, hmm, you can help me, and I'll allow you to touch me.” You walk to a small cabinet and pull out a clear bottle shaped container with a pump on the top. “You can lube me up,” you say suggestively, walking over to him and placing your freehand on his shoulder. He seems a bit taken aback but then shows clear excitement. You order him to get gloves and explain your latex dress needs silicone lubricant to make it shiny and keep it supple. You stand with your arms out and let him pump some lubricant on his gloves and slide his hands down your arms, directing him as he goes along. He seemed to be having a lot of fun with this and you were pleased at his enjoyment. 

By the time he was finished his hour was up, you directed him to take the gloves off and to change back into his clothes but to not forget what he was. He left the room and you walked back to the break room. You had one more session scheduled then it was home sweet home.

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Last Updated: March 2nd, 2024

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- Motorcyclist in my car|*

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- Deathly Longing, Lively Love chp.1

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Nothing Yet... 𝕊𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤

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Deathly Longing, Lively Love

Summary: Star crossed lovers one from the Kostra kingdom and the other from the Honlai (hun-lie) kingdom. When their paths cross their lives are forever changed. How will they overcome the walls keeping them from each other and the impending war between their two kingdoms.

Tags & Warnings: Enemies to lovers, Slow romance, Fantasy, Royalty, Think I missed a tag or warning? Please let me know!

Word count: 650

A/N: I met two funny little people (bones) and they sparked this silly little idea so please enjoy this first chapter. Also sorry it is so short next chapter should be longer. Also i may post this one slower as I am a bit more invested in other projects at the moment.

Chapter 01: Within Death There is Life

Kostra Kingdom

Although there was only death it had never been livelier. Through her window Miles could see her people preparing for the celebration tonight, all filled with joy and excitement. In grave contrast with her own thoughts of dread and anxiety; was she ready for this next step in her life—or shall she say death? Her jaw rested on her arm as she watched a bird, it wasn't your typical bird as it had none of the usual features; all that was there perched on the branch were animated bones. It was only bone just like every other creature in Kostra, the kingdom of the dead. Miles stood up from the chair she had placed in front of the window and walked over to her closet. She knew that she only had 5 hours before the ceremony and figured she could sneak away to Truti like she usually did, knowing this may be the last time she sees her. She pulled out her brown torn up cloak, an off-white dirty blouse, and some trousers; she used this every time she wanted to sneak out and blend in with the crowds. She made sure to grab her satchel from under her bed then continued to her usual route to escape the castle: through the secret passage in her closet, through the kitchen, and out past the garden–which really wasn’t a garden as nothing but weeds grew there. After weaving through a few alleyways and being asked by a suspicious man whether she wanted jewelry, she had made it to the outskirts of the forest. She checked her surroundings as she always did and then ducked into the trees as silently as her bones allowed. 

After traveling about a mile or so in she reached a clearing and was warmed by the sun although she could not feel it. She pulled off her left arm using her right and played a rhythm on her femur. She placed her arm back into the socket and waited. She listened to the wind until she heard it: galloping. She waited with anticipation for Truti’s arrival; she watched through the biggest gap in the trees where Truti usually came from. And almost immediately she saw her, Truti trotted up to Miles and bowed her head allowing Miles to pet her muzzle. Truti’s coat was a beautiful mix of black, white, and brown with her mane and tail being black. She was a muscular horse and had her tail previously braided by Miles, however it was very poorly done as Miles had only ever seen pictures in books of braids. Miles turned to reach into her satchel and pulled out an apple she had snatched when she snuck through the kitchen. Truti quickly grabbed the apple between her teeth and began munching on the apple. 

“Oh, girl you’re so unique and beautiful,” Miles spoke while admiring Truti’s fleshy nature. I wish I was of flesh and blood she thought to herself. After a while of playing with and riding on Truti, Miles realized she had to get back to the castle and said one last goodbye to her beautiful horse. She hugged Truti’s neck and would have shed a tear if she could. 

“Goodbye Truti, I don’t know if you fully understand this but I won’t be seeing you anymore,” Miles stepped back and placed her hand on Truti’s nose “Farewell and thrive in these woods.” Truti’s eyes stared deep into Miles as if she did understand. As Truti ran back into the deep wood she let out a sad sounding whinny. 

Miles had made it back into her room

unspotted and had only an hour before the ceremony. She took off her cloak and put it back in her closet, walking to her bed she fell into it and stared at the ceiling awaiting the impending life changing moment she would soon experience. 

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When writing fanfiction... there are two beasts that wage war within the writer. *sage nod*

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A Dungeon of Our Own ch. 1 | Draco Malfoy Series

This is the 3rd person ver.

Summary: It's the 2000s now and Draco is trying to clean himself up after the end of the 2nd wizarding war. His parents' supremacist ideals need to go but he’s not sure where to start. Maybe interacting in the muggle world. They can't be that bad. 

Tags & Warnings: A tad of angst (more to come), slowburn, enemies to lovers but like if someone coughed E to L on it. Think I missed a tag or warning? Please let me know!

Word count: 1.1k Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader

A/N: I have written this in two styles (1st & 3rd) because I wasn’t sure which I liked more so I figured you lot could decide; here is a link to the 1st person version. I will continue to write in the style of whichever one is more popular,. warning they are mostly the same but some of how things happen is written a bit different. I might do the second chapter in both styles since we’ll be following y/n instead but I’m not sure (I think i'm leaning towards 3rd person) Anyway, please enjoy the start to this slow burn. Warning I may not be doing these character justice sorry If I don't. I also might be slow on updates as I’m starting back in school and It’s going to be hectic; I just know it :\ 

Sorry for grammar mistakes

“Draco, listen we’re all worried about you.”

“No, last I checked it was just you.” Although it was only Theo in a painting it was definitely still Theo. 

“Theo! *Sigh* Ignore him.” Draco shifted in his seat avoiding eye contact with Pansy’s concerned eyes. He kept his calm and cool appearance on the outside as he always tried to. 

“I really don’t understand how keeping these ideals is going to help me.” Draco leaned against the chair arm, resting his chin on his hand and looking toward the window where a small group of birds caught his eye. Being a bird doesn’t seem too bad. Pansy and Theo had begun bickering about something; Blaise kept his methodical quietness but expressed everything through twitches on his face. Draco continued to drown out the people around him, he was busy avoiding the thoughts in his head. He didn’t want to think about it, his parents had brought him up this way, and yes he knew it was wrong and that it hadn’t done him any favors in the past; but he felt like removing these values was like a betrayal to his parents, a betrayal of everything he knew. He knew he could face himself but the disappointment from his parents was something he wasn't sure he was ready to take. 

“Draco…Draco, are you listening to me?”

“Hmm, oh yes”

Pansy rolled her eyes at him, “Anyway, I just don’t think it’ll do you good. I know you think it will help you…deconstruct and get a better idea of muggles, but I just don’t get it. What do your parents think?” Blaise scoffed at Pansy putting his hand in front of his mouth. “Oh don’t you start. You ought to be telling him off too.”

“Well isn’t it obvious what his parents would say? However I doubt he’s told them.” Blaise sat up straighter in his chair, which didn't seem possible as his posture was already perfect. “Have you?”

His eyes glanced at Draco and made him just about ready to kick them all out. 

“No, I haven’t and you better not.” Draco sneered. 

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” They stared each other down until Draco gave him a squint of approval. 

“All of you should leave. My parents will be home soon and they aren’t expecting company for dinner.” Pansy looked a bit glum at having to leave but listened as Blaise held the door open for her, “Oh and Take him with you.” Draco stood up and pointed to the painting of Theo. Blaise briskly snatched it from the chair it had been placed in earlier and walked out through the door disappearing into the hall after Pansy. Draco crumpled back into his chair placing his forehead into his hands. He felt alone, he felt maybe he shouldn’t change but the world around him is. His parents won’t be here forever to loom over him, of course he knew they loved him and only wanted the best for him and he loved them for that. However, his parents' supremacist values only sunk them into trouble and he knew especially with everything that had happened that they would only drag him down in his adulthood. He of course had no support in helping him reform himself and he was slowly trying to distance himself from Pansy, Blaise and Theo as none of them were going to help him. He hoped for Pansy as she seemed the least harsh in her views but it seemed futile. In the corner of his eye he spotted the birds again and walked to the window to watch them but when he reached the glass he could no longer see the birds. He decided to go outside, take a walk , try to clear his head, and maybe spot those birds again.

The garden’s lush greenery always helped Draco clear his mind but the clouds above seemed to reflect his clouded mind. He walked on the stone path which had become a bit overgrown—he’d have someone fix it with magic later—and although he occasionally stopped to admire a flower he kept his eyes on the sky. He hoped to spot the birds he had seen earlier but to no avail. After about a 5 minute walk he reached a hazel tree hidden in the back. His mother had insisted on the garden having one as she enjoyed the scent it produced, Draco felt the same way. He pulled himself up onto one of the thick low hanging branches and lost himself in the pages of a book. He stayed buried in it until he heard his mother call him for dinner. 

Dinner was mostly quiet besides the clinking of silverware against the expensive glass plates. 

Narcissa kept side eyeing Lucius eventually resorting to pretending to clear her throat, he finally got the hint and turned to look at Draco. 

“Draco, you know I will be going on a trip to Australia due to the discovery of quite a few dark artifacts. Although I planned to go alone I have decided to extend an invitation to you. I know you said you were interested in the dark artifacts I collect.” Draco turned to look towards his father who seemed to be making a see-I-can-be-nice face at Narcissa. 

“Don’t you think the idea is wonderful?” She gave a small smile toward Draco. 

“Yes I like the idea-” He paused, not ready to deliver the sentence, “-but I already had plans for that day.” Draco hated that he was answering this way but he needed both of his parents out of the manor for a while so he could go to the muggle world.

“Ha, see he doesn’t want to go, like I said.” Lucius took a bite of food as Narcissa gave a small kick to his shin under the table. His eyes squinted at her as she burned holes through him; Draco kept his eyes fixed on his plate. 

“Why don’t you two go?” Draco offered to try to get them to calm down. His mothers eyes softened as she started to ponder the idea, seemingly liking it. His father seemed more uncertain, not upset, but not in complete agreement at the idea. 

“Well, we’ll need to discuss it.” He looked toward Narcissa. 

“I don’t see what’s there to discuss. If he could have gone, why can’t I? It would be the same arrangement, no?”

“Well I mean…”

“It’s settled, I'll come with you.”

“What about Draco?”

“He can take care of himself, and he can always contact me if he needs me.” Draco nodded, his plan was working well. His father sighed but gave in. Dinner ended soon after and Draco went to his room preparing himself for his day among muggles. 

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A Dungeon of Our Own ch. 1 | Draco Malfoy Series

This is the 1st person ver. (Closed)

Summary: It's the 2000s now and Draco is trying to clean himself up after the end of the 2nd wizarding war. His parents' supremacist ideals need to go but he’s not sure where to start. Maybe interacting in the muggle world. They can't be that bad. 

Tags & Warnings: A tad of angst (more to come), dual-pov (next chapter), slowburn, enemies to lovers but like if someone coughed E to L on it. Think I missed a tag or warning? Please let me know!

Word count: 1.1k Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader

A/N: (Edited) I have decided to continue the story through the 3rd person version. If you like this story it will continue through the 3rd person ver. Here is my Draco Masterlist where you can access the other chapters (soon to come).

Sorry for grammar mistakes

"Draco, listen we're all worried about you."

"No, last I checked it was just you." Although it was only Theo in a painting it was definitely still Theo. Really the only person I thought close enough to be an equal, but not anymore.

"Theo! *Sigh* Ignore him." Pansy’s eyes were filled with concern; I however avoided eye contact with her, I had not allowed them over for them to begin to lecture me. I shifted in my seat maintaining my calm and cool demeanor as I spoke. 

“When have these ideals done me any good?” She seemingly ignored my question as she was bickering with Theo’s painting. Blaise however did look at me not speaking but expressing how he felt with small twitches in his face. I knew he thought himself superior to everyone here and especially muggles but he was still probably the more humble of these three. 

“Anyway, I just don’t get it. Why spend time in the muggle world? I know you're trying to better yourself, which I really don’t understand but, why not just say I don’t hate muggles and be on with it.” Pansy’s arms expressed just about as much as her voice as she rambled on. I was getting a bit impatient and started drowning her out. I looked toward the window and watched a few birds flying in little circles. I thought about being a bird until I finally caught her ask, “I mean what do your parents think about this?” Blaise scoffed, placing his hand near his mouth. “Don’t you start. Shouldn’t you be helping me talk him out of this?” Pansy spoke sharply with a twinge of annoyance.

Blaise, seemingly ignoring her tone, spoke with a warmth, “Well I personally don’t agree with what Draco’s doing but I won’t waste my breath on trying to change his mind. And secondly isn’t it obvious what his parents think, if they even know, which I doubt they do. Do they?” He sat up straighter in his chair, if that was even possible, his posture already seemed perfect. I move my eyes toward him, peeling them away from the birds I had been watching fly into the distance. 

“No they don’t and it needs to stay that way.” I gave him a stern look which he wasn’t intimidated by but he clearly understood.

“Wouldn’t dream of telling them.”

 I had been raised this way by my parents and trying to remove it seemed like a betrayal. They were greatly disappointed when I told them I was going to adopt a more muggle tolerant view, which was hard on me. We just recently got back to having, mostly, normal dinners. I can’t imagine if they knew about me trying to go on an excursion to the muggle world. However, I knew my parents wouldn’t be here forever to loom over me. Which made me more sad than relieved. Pansy continued to suffocate me with reasons to not go but I just ignored her and made it clear I wouldn’t be changing my mind. 

“I do believe It’s time for you to leave. My parents will be home soon and they aren’t expecting company for dinner.” Blaise stood up walking toward the door with a small nod of his head as a goodbye. He held the door as Pansy walked out. “Oh, and take him with you.” I stood up pointing toward Theo who rolled his eyes. 

“I know you’ll miss me.” He puckered his lips making kissing noises. I sighed as Blaise swiftly grabbed Theo from the chair he had been previously set in and walked through the door disappearing into the hall after Pansy. I closed the door and walked toward the window hoping to catch a glimpse of the birds again. I thought it might take my mind off everything to see a creature so free, unbothered by the constraints of the world around it. I was unable to see them there so I decided to go outside to get a bit of fresh air and see the gardens. The sky reflected my mind: clouded. However, cracks of sunlight were shining through which gave me some hope for myself. I strolled along the cold stone path occasionally stopping and holding a flower in my hand. I however, was not interested in the flowers as I still rapidly searched the sky for the birds. I stayed outside a while longer resting while reading in the large Hazel tree we kept. My mother had insisted on having one in the yard, she enjoyed the scent it produced, as did I. I read until I heard my mother call me inside. It was early evening and the sun was about halfway to setting. My mind was still bothered by all my thoughts and the encroaching feeling of loneliness. Although being with my family helped in one way it worsened it in others. 

Dinner as it had been recently was rather quiet, only the sounds of silverware clinking against glass plates. My mother kept eyeing my father clearly trying to send him a hint. She had resorted to pretending to clear her throat before he finally caught on. 

“Draco, as you know I will be going to Australia due to the discovery of potentially rare dark artifacts. I know you’ve shown interest in my collection so I am extending an invitation to you.” He finished while making a see-I-can-be-nice face toward mother. I knew this meant she had convinced him to ask me as a way of making amends for their prior disappointed silence. However I would not be accepting this invitation as I needed to get both of my parents out of the manor for a few days.

“Sorry father but I must decline, I have prior arrangements planned.” 

“I am disappointed, but I understand. I told you he wouldn’t want to come.” He took a bite of his food as mother gave a small kick to his shin under the table; his eyes squinted at her while she burned holes through him. I tried to keep my eyes on my plate so as to not get sucked into their stare down. 

“I have a suggestion, what if you two go?” I place another bite of food in my mouth, hoping to have diffused the tension. My father seemed a bit uncertain but my mothers eyes softened seemingly in love with the idea. 

“Well, we’ll need to discuss it.” He looked toward Narcissa. 

“I don’t see what’s there to discuss. If he could have gone, why can’t I? It would be the same arrangement, no?”

“Well I mean…”

“It’s settled, I'll come with you.”

“What about Draco?”

“He can take care of himself, and he can always contact me if he needs me.” I nod towards my father in agreement. He seems to want to roll his eyes but refrains only sighing before agreeing. Dinner ended only moments later I quickly excused myself heading to my room to prepare myself for my trip to the muggle world. 

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