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elliotsblunt · 8 months

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pairings — draco/reader | captive au! | “_ _ = Y/N |

word count: 6k 😯

sypnosis: you were a captive in the war, captured by one of the most vicious death eaters. his wife goes on a trip, unable to comfort him as he fails another mission. when he gets drunk..and pays a visit to your room…things take a drastic turn.

warnings: dirty smut at the end, angst, cheating, infidelity, mostly proof read, fingering, oral

authors note: this is based on my fanfic on wattpad, but it’s wayyyyy darker on there so if u f with this or want a part two check out my book cuz i only do one-shots on here whoops. but if lots of ppl want a part 2 then mayb cuz i love this plot. its called dissonant if ur interested ! okok enjoy byee

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You tapped your nails against the cool chains tightened around your neck—the end being attached to the corner part of the wall. A yawn tore from your lips, arching your back as you sat up from the sheet less mattress. There had been only one blanket, which you used to cover yourself due to it being the freezing temps of winter. A long peasant white gown was your attire on the daily, hair shielded away from your features in a high ponytail.

Being a captive in the Malfoy household hadn’t been as horrible as it sounded. You kept to yourself, always in the room, only reason being here because you were forced to prove Astoria Greengrass company.

She was kind, yes. But she had a horrible spending problem, if you recall correctly from the married couple’s arguments. His voice would boom throughout the manor, but she would just shush him and go on with her night. And on top of that, the only thing she would talk about is herself and her accomplishments. No one could stand her. Which is why you had to be her friend, by force.

As you combed your hair with one Astoria had given you, one of her old ones, you hummed to yourself. It had been purple with white gems glued onto the handle. Placing it onto the wooden desk inside your room, you flinched as a knock sounded at the door.

“Come in,” you muttered quietly.

Astoria stepped inside with her glossy red heels. A red dress, with puffed short sleeves—wrapped around her thin waist. A red lipstick painted smile curved onto her lips, “Hello, dear,” she sighed, the scent of perfume filling the area. Her large blue eyes flickered to you, “I shall be leaving for a a few days. It’s fashion week in Paris,” she explained, an excited tone laced in her voice.

You faked shock. You could care less. You had to be stuck here, anyways. Away from your family.

“Wow, that’s amazing!” You decided to sweeten it up a bit, grabbing her hands and sending her a tight smile. “Do tell me allll about it when you come back.”

“Of course, dear.” Astoria’s eyes flashed with approval. Pulling her hands away from yours, you spotted her wiping her palms onto her dress whilst nervously laughing. Irritation rumbled in your chest, your smile twitching but staying on your face, “Now—don’t miss me too much. And try to do something with that hair of yours, darling. You’re a woman, embrace it!”

You held back an eye roll as she clapped her hands, “Very well! Au revoir, Janet!”

Janet. The name that she had given you. You didn’t realize how shallow she had been until now. Her hips swayed as the door shut behind her, leaving you alone once again. Her perfume lingered, causing your nose to wrinkle. She treated you like a peasant, not even asking what your real name had been. She didn’t even care.

She probably thought she was better than you. Just because of her high status and designer handbags. And with those snobby remarks of here, how could anyone stand her?

Rain pattered against the window of your room. It was fairly large, your mattress lodged in the corner. A green window pane was used as one of the walls—leaving a refreshing outlook to the room. You sat against it now, hand pressed against the cool glass as you counted the droplets.

The lock clicked to unlock your door. You snapped your head to see someone walking inside. Well,

…falling more like.

The drunken man, who reeked of alcohol, happened to be Draco Malfoy. Your captor. The Mind Reaper.

He infiltrated people’s minds, using their fears to kill and torture them. It was absolutely cruel, but it also meant he had been a very gifted Legilimens. You had never seen his face before, though. Always covered by a red skull mask, unlike now. He hadn’t been covered in blood, and looked the complete opposite of threatening.

His blonde strands fell over his eyes. Red rings around his eyes, his sharp features almost making him look unreal. A black t-shirt tightened around his bulging biceps, probably twice the size of yours. His muscular thighs were hidden by a pair of black jeans, a silver chain glinting beneath the faint torch light.

“Fuck,” he growled, accidentally ripping the door handle off as he used it for leverage to get back onto his feet. You gasped as he tossed it behind him, into the hallway. Narrowing those stormy, baby blue eyes at you. “Well, well, well. Why do I keep a pretty little thing like you locked away in here?”

You gulped. Didn’t he have a wife? Had they fought again? But from the look in his eyes, he wasn’t even thinking about her, studying your figure. He had only interacted with you once, when he had captured you. But he had a mask on, and was also sober. Every since that day, Draco stayed clear from you.

But he now had barged into your room, telling you he wanted you. This mysterious man with protruding muscles and a sadistic smirk had kidnapped you. It turned you on, for some reason. It was shameless. Out of the months you’ve been here, you finally felt excitement. Even if he had been a mass murderer.

But he was a horrible person. You couldn’t betray your moral ground. He had killed thousands of The Order members.

“Would you fancy a drink?” Draco raised a brow, stepping closer to you. Slowly approaching. You licked your lips as your chest rose, “Scratch that. You’re my property—and I order you to have a drink.”

The tension doubled, room shifting to a different energy. It felt like he had been a predator, waving his hand to hold another bottle of whatever he had been drinking. Fire Whiskey printer on the bottle in golden letters. He handed it to you, “Go on.”

Your eyes flew to the bottle, then flickered back to the man before you. His smirk had been sadistic, yet so alluring. His eyes looked expectant.

“I—“

“Go. On.”

He repeated, his smirk fading. Being replaced by a firm look, piercing eyes boring into yours. “If you hate my bitch of a wife as much as I do, you’ll drink with me.”

Without a second thought, your hand shot out and grabbed the bottle. Draco watched with glinting eyes. Whipping your head back, you let the acidic tasting liquid slide down your throat without ease. Coughs followed after.

You heard clapping. “Good girl!”

The praise made your thighs clench. A severe wave of heat sparked into you lower area, keeping your distance between the both of you. “One more for me.”

You wanted to protest. But the way his teeth sunk into his plump bottom lip, with lit up eyes, slightly hooded with something unknown swirling in them. Your chest felt like it had dived off a thirty story building with the look he was currently giving you.

Clearing you throat, you nodded, before taking another swig. This time you kept coughing, Draco taking the drink from you as the alcohol left a sour trail down your throat. Deep, guttural chuckles rumbled from his chest.

“You obey me so well,” he muttered, running a large hand through his strands. “Rather have married you than that cunt. A blood traitor is more tolerable than a pitiful existence like her.”

You didn’t say anything, staring at him with wide eyes. He sloshed around the alcohol in his hand before bringing it back to his lips. His sharp jawline became your view, the sight of him pouring the alcohol down his throat without flinching and then back to smirking at you making you even more turned on. You had never seen someone so..manly.

Perhaps you could seduce him. To convince him to let you leave. It appeared he was extremely keen with you, a hungry look in his eyes. You needed to get back to your family, wondering if they had even been alive. The thought haunted you.

It had only been your father and sister. Your entire life. And you never fought, you weren’t much of a fighter in the war. But your sister was, and when she got injured out on the field—you ran from the bunker underground to help her. Unfortunately, by the time you had gotten to her, a Death Eater got a hold of you. You shouted for her to run, which is what she did.

She ran.

And left you.

You both knew you couldn’t leave your father alone for himself. It was a mutual agreement in the matter of seconds.

Besides, your sister was far more valuable than you. It was for the best. You risked your life for your family, and you would’ve done it again. And again.

“How do you stand her?” Draco questioned, setting the bottle down onto the desk. His fingers swept across the furnace as he titled his head towards you, knitting his brows. “You must be a sweet little thing, huh?”

“I’m not sure if this is appropriate. Madam isn’t here,” you finally spoke up, your words hypocritical to how you actually felt. You couldn’t possibly be a home wrecker. “I think it’d be best—“

Feeling a strong hand grab your throat, all in one moment, you cried out as your back slammed against the wall. Cool, silver fingers that shined under the moonlight melted against your flesh. With bulged eyes, you breathing stuttered as Draco chuckled darkly. His scent of faint cologne and musk wafted up your nostrils.

“You’re so loyal to her. How cute. If only you knew how horrid she speaks of you.”

You blinked at him. “What…kind of things?”

Your voice had came out quiet. Small. Considering his bulky hand was still wrapped around your throat, barely squeezing. His eyes flashed to your lips before meeting yours.

A wolfish smirk crossed his features, “How you’re a no good mute—and she feels sorry for how ugly and poor you appear. She believes her presence gets infected with yours, so she even showers then meditates after your meetings. One time, she even asked me to fetch a new girl to forcefully befriend her. And when I told her you’d most likely be killed…”

His smirk grew.

“..she told me that you could meet her in hell.”

Your jaw clenched at his words.

That…bitch!

You had been nothing but kind to her, and she talks shit to her husband about you? How could anyone tolerate this woman?

An unhealthy amount of rage consumed through you. Your eyes only saw red. You didn’t think she liked you that much, but to talk so crudely about you and not even blink an eye if death was thrown your way. When she had the power to save your life. It made you feel used—pathetic.

Your body slightly shook. The alcohol began to warm your body, a slight buzz growing in the center of your brain. Your vision became more glossy and bright, a pulsing in your lower abdomen growing as Draco looked down at you.

He must’ve been six foot something, your shoulders reaching his abdomen. Slightly hunching so he can be eye level with you, he faked worry, “Oh? You don’t like her very much anymore do you?”

The feeling was growing. Lips inches away from yours, hot breath fanning your face. His throat fell to your cheek.

“You smell divine.”

“That’s not the topic of discussion.”

“But it’s still a topic I’d like to delve into,” he murmered, leaning in to whisper into your ear. Shivers ran down your spine as his smooth voice filled your senses, “Tell me, _ _, are you as innocent as you seem?”

He knew your name.

And his question, it made you tingle.

“How—“ You breathed,

“How do you know my name?”

Another chuckle blessed your ears. Your anger had flooded away, feeling sensitive everywhere. Goosebumps covered your neck as a pair of soft lips gently pecked the side of it. Shutting your eyes, a soft moan played in the room.

His fingers dove back behind your neck, pushing you against him. Draco’s hips dug into yours, a hard bulge rubbing against your core. It caused another moan to slip as he soothed the ache between your legs. Teeth sinking into your skin, your hand flew to his shoulder for support, “Oh!”

And then his lips trailed up your neck, using his other hand to grab your ass. He smacked it before pushing you onto him, being able to feel his chiseled body under his clothes. So much adrenaline. Like if you had pulled away from him, you would get burned.

And you didn’t want to get burned.

Your legs opened for him as he lifted you, your back against the wall once again as he held you in his arms. Your arms wrapped around his neck, grinding against him with whimpers and cries being muffled against his relentless lips as he slammed his against yours.

A hint taste of cigarettes and alcohol was what you tasted. His warm tongue swiped across your bottom lip, before taking a nip. He growled at as you cried out, pulling his strands. He sucked gently on the sore area before shoving his tongue inside.

“Been wanting to do this since I first saw you. That’s why I took you,” he groaned against you. A sharp thrust against your core, his cock deliciously rubbing against you, made your eyes roll back. “You were always going to be mine. Ever since I saw you on that battlefield, _ _. I just had to have you.”

His words should’ve disgusted you. Repulsed you. But they didn’t, they made the wetness grow between your thighs inside your gown. But it did slap you back to reality.

He was married.

And this was wrong.

You couldn’t.

“Stop,” you breathed, opening your eyes. Draco pulled away, narrowing his eyes. Your hands flew to his chest, pushing him away. Your feet landed on the floor as the man furrowed his brows, “I’m sorry. I just—I can’t do this. You’re drunk—��

He stepped away. Without a word. You watched as he swallowed thickly, letting out a sigh before glancing at the window.

“Forgive me. This was a mistake,” he muttered, rubbing his eyes. He didn’t look at you, a stoic expression crossing his features as he cleared his throat and walked out the door. It didn’t close properly, a door knob missing, but you were sure Draco knew you weren’t planning on leaving your room.

Well, that was quick. You were almost bummed he gave up so quickly.

Astoria had been gone for a few days now. You staid in your room, so no, you hadn’t seen Draco either.

You weren’t sure when she was coming back, but whatever had happened between Draco and you must have been a one time thing—because he never came to your room again. The door had been unlocked, the knob never being fixed. Which confused you, because if Draco wanted to he would’ve.

And so, after four days, you decided to explore.

Stepping out horrified you. After being here a few months, you never managed to step outside. There had always been a lock. But now, you were free to do what you pleased. You couldn’t escape, unfortunately, due to their being wards and charms casted around the house.

But exploring was better than nothing.

You were tired of sitting in your room.

And so you wandered. A long black hall, filled with paintings of all sorts. One room was lit at the end, a light illuminating the open door. It smelled of burning wood, realizing a fire place must’ve been left on. It smelled wonderful. Holding up the ends to your white peasant gown, with peering eyes, you carefully made your way to the light.

As you reached closer, your hands slid on the walls. A smooth, non-rough paint was applied on them, a black color. It made the manor look much more creepy at night.

Tilting your head, you craned your neck to peek past the doorframe.

And that’s when you almost gasped.

Covering your other hand on your mouth, your eyes continued to watch as Draco Malfoy pleasured himself on his office chair. As you presumed, a fireplace was in the center wall. A bottle of Fire Whiskey, the one you drank from, was on the desk along with a laptop.

Glasses rested on the desk, discarded and forgotten whilst his large hand tugged at his pink cock. The tip was flushed, blonde patches of curls at the bottom. It looked delicious as pre-cum dribbled out the thick head, peeking out his hand everytime his wrist flicked.

You licked your lips, knowing you were going to touch yourself later to this. Draco’s head had been thrown back, low deep moans passing those parted, plump lips of his. You craved them against your mouth again.

This had been wrong, but you didn’t care. Not at this moment.

And then his moans began to quicken. A white button up with his sleeves rolled up halfway, was now half way unbuttoned as his strands once again fell over his eyes. You noticed his abs, glistened in sweat, begin to clench as he neared his high.

“Fuck, _ _.”

Your name fell from his lips. You couldn’t believe your eyes, cheeks turning pink like his cock as he began to come. White ribbons shot from his head as he tossed his head back, showing off his adams apple. Your core had been drenched at this point, a sticky mixture of your juices moistening your inner thighs.

You wanted to go in there and lick the cum off his tip, hopping onto his cock and making him cum again. His large, strong hands gripping your ass as he guided you with praises in your ear. Thick fingers wrapped around your throat, making you—

“_ _?”

Your eyes snapped open, locking eyes with Draco. He had a small smirk playing on his lips, cum still on his stomach, as you jumped in your spot.

“I’m so—sorry!”

Blurting out the words, you spun around and retreated back to your room. You were never exploring again.

You had been absolutely morrified.

Not only had you walked in on Draco touching himself, you had also touched yourself afterwards. Later that night you shook on your fingers, wishing they were his—guilt consuming your chest. The sight of his cum spurting from the tip, head thrown back as groans left his throat burned your brain.

Another few days had rolled by. Not a knock at the door, until Astoria had returned. You had to remain on good graces with her, otherwise she could have you possibly killed. Just like Draco had mentioned. She held the authority.

So when she came into your room, knocking of course..you began to panic. You didn’t know how to face her, when a couple nights prior you had shamelessly kissed her husband. In this very room. Drunken and sloppy. But it had also been the best kiss you ever had, without a doubt. You could taste his scent on your lips, hands squeezing your as—

“Janet!” She called, “I hope you’re decent. I’m coming in,” she didn’t wait for you to reply. You were standing in front of the door, with wide eyes, and a tight lipped smile. Your cheeks felt like they had been on fire. Astoria’s brows rose, “Darling! How much did you miss me?”

You held back bile. You wanted to slap that smile off her boney features, “Very much so.”

She giggled, clapping her hands. “It was amazing, dear. The flight was a bit long, and I was absolutely fami—“

You zoned out at her words as she began to provide details of her trip you couldn’t care less about. Keeping a simple smile on your lips, you couldn’t help but imagine Draco kissing her. Had they been intimate? Surely not recently if he had been touching himself. And he had said your name, not hers.

You felt your chest swell with pride.

Even with all her makeup, dresses, and fancy perfumes—Draco wanted you. The prisoner who hadn’t touched makeup in ages and wore the same dress everyday. It was washed of course, three times a week by the house elves. You had two of them, the dresses. And as for the house eleves, you never ran into them. They usually left your food at the door but that was about it.

And by the time they dropped off the food, they would apparate away with a crack.

You wondered if what Draco told you what Astoria had said about you was true. But you could believe it, noticing an empty look behind those eyes of hers. It almost seemed eery how invested into herself she was, the more she talked—the worse it became.

No wonder Draco thought she was a cunt.

After a few more minutes, she finished finally. “—but yes—thank you for asking. I had a wonderful time as expected.”

You didn’t ask.

Astoria furrowed her perfectly plucked brows, “Darling…have you bruised your neck?”

Your eyes bulged.

Covering the hickey, you stuttered as cold waves of ice kept washing over you. “I—uh—well, you see Madam, I was looking out the window and slipped like the idiot I am. And my neck, it��crushed into the window ledge.”

That was the worst fucking lie you ever gave.

But for an airhead like Astoria, it worked.

She hummed, “I see. Perhaps we should schedule a screening test for your brain. It appears your growing worse with your words,” she smiled sweetly at you. Your nostrils flared as she patted your shoulder. “Anywho—I shall surprise Draco now. He doesn’t know I’m back yet.”

Biting back a curse, she sent you one more look before shutting the door behind her. And that was when you noticed—

The door still hasn’t been fixed. And she didn’t even notice.

With an angry grunt, you stalked over to the mattress. Lifting it, you uncovered the original bottle Draco had left in here before he had stormed out. You hadn’t drank since, but decided to wash away the anger this devil of a woman kept causing you. How could someone be so—

Ugh!

Throwing your head back, the alcohol burned your lips and throat as it slid down. Staring out the window, you blinked as the world began to grow more clear once again around you.

Everything had been glossy. Shiny. Moving in fast forward. How many shots had you taken?

Five..? Six…?

And everytime you kept thinking about Draco, and those plump pink lips of those—you took another shot. Gagging and coughing out. Until the bottle had finished.

“Fuck,” you whispered to yourself, forehead leaning against the chilled glass. Your core had been pulsing again. Alcohol seemed to make you care less about consequences, and more about what you got in the moment. And currently, you wanted to fuck the shit out of your captor.

Draco Malfoy.

Flashes of his hands running across your figure flickered in your mind. The way his voice spoke your name. Abs drenched in his cum. You wanted to cling onto his large bicep as he slipped his face between your thighs, devouring every inch of you until you turned to ash. To feel his hair between your fingers as your heels dug into his shoulders, begging for his cock.

Tossing the empty bottle onto your mattress, your drunken mind sought to find the blonde. It had been night time, and you didn’t care if Astoria was with him. It would be a plus if the bitch could watch.

Everything wobbled. You kept your hands on the wall as you made your way down to his office. The office door had been closed, so you finally noticed the large wooden platform. It had gold accents in the corners, and noises came from behind it. In your drunken mind, you could’ve sworn they were moans.

And then more.

Pressing your ear to the door, a woman began to cry out, “Yes! Faster!”

Your heart twitched.

Draco had been fucking her.

When he was supposed to be fucking you.

And like a fool, you had finally realized he only missed his wife. He probably had an argument before with her before she went to Paris, and now that she was back, he could have her again. Most likely made up with sex.

You hated that bitch.

But you hated him more.

You were glad you didn’t have sex with him. He had been The Mind Reaper after all. He wasn’t a good, honest person at all. He would kill people with their deepest, darkest thoughts. A man like that couldn’t possibly care about anyone other than himself.

How could you have forgotten?

A knock sounded at your door.

Standing up from looking out the window, you decided to open it. And your mouth almost dropped.

“Draco!”

His eyes slightly widened. Holding a finger to his lips towards you, he grabbed your arm before pulling you out your room. You remained quiet, with a pissed and confused look, as he stepped inside his office down the hall and slammed the door behind the two of you.

Furrowing your brows, you stared at him as he released his grip on your arm. You heard Astoria’s heels click against the wooden floor of the manor, annoyance creeping within you. Draco had on his all black suit, appearing he had just returned from business. “What the hell are you doing? She’ll find us.”

“You don’t leave your room. I didn’t fix the lock on purpose,” he replied with a stern tone, earning a scoff from you. He looked a bit taken aback at your demeanor as you placed your hands on your hips. Draco clenched his jaw, “For your sake, I hope that was a sigh and not an attitude.”

You remained silent, unable to hold his piercing stare. He could crack a glass with one glare. Feeling small beneath him, you simply aimed to spin around and walk away. But when you reached for the knob, his chest slammed into your back. His hand flew to your chest to stop you from falling against the door, pulling you into him as his lips graze your ear, “Why do you keep fighting it? I know you saw me, dove.”

He held amusement in his voice, large hands gently squeezing both of your breasts through your gown. You shook your head, knowing he had just touched that wench just before you. You turned your body to face Draco and pushed him off, him not even stumbling back. His eyes did form into daggers though, sending you a scowl.

“What do you take me for?”

Draco was unamused. His upper lip curled, “I beg your pardon?”

“You like having multiple women, is that it? For different times of the day?” The words held a sour taste in your mouth, stepping back from him. Draco stared at you intently with a blank, firm look. “After saying such horrid things about your wife—I figured you hated her—“

“I do hate her,” Draco hissed.

“Oh really? Was that before or after you fucked her right here in this office?”

“Impossible.”

“Oh? Really? How so?”

“Because—my wife and I haven’t had sex in ten months,” Draco growled, grabbing you by the throat. A gasp tore from your lips as he captured them with his. His taste was sweet and held a hint of whiskey, as well as that familiar sprinkle of cigarettes. It was warm and rough, sending you sparks of arousal down to your core.

He bit your lower lip, smirking down at you. “I’d rather come to my hand thinking of you then lay with my wife—as you can tell. Perhaps you are a stupid girl.”

And then he was back on you. Holding your small face in his huge hands, forcing your lips onto his. Both of your tongues swirling against one another. Your feet felt like they weren’t even on the ground, wrapped in his warmth as he savors your taste.

“Draco!”

He ignored the call of his wife, peppering kisses down your neck. Your hair fell to his strands as he kissed down your gown, handing the bottom to you. You blushed as your fingers gripped the fabric, his eyes falling onto your pussy. He appeared to be an animal, licking his lips and pupils growing dark and wide.

No one had ever been down there before. Not like that.

Seeing a man as powerful as him at his knees, felt absolutely euphoric. Your chest swelled as he looked up at you through his lashes, setting kisses on your hip bones. Your flesh lit on fire as he neared you core, until he pecked your pelvis.

“Shall I feel you come undone on my tongue, dove?”

You could’ve came during that moment. A knock sounded at the door, causing you to flinch. “Draco? Honey?”

He delivered a flat stripe up your pussy, reaching the clit to suck on. Your eyes bulged, and without thinking—a moan fell past your lips.

Radio silence rang on the other side. Draco didn’t seem to care his wife had heard you, more happy to have heard the banging stopped. Your brows furrowed as your fingers dove into his hair, hips leaning into his mouth, “Draco,” you breathed, his warm tongue licking at your bud. “Draco I think she heard us.”

He hummed, grabbing one of the rings on this fingers before letting it fall to the floor. And then slipped it inside—sending you a wink.

“Moan for me. That bitch fucked some bloke in my office, so I want you to fucking scream my name.”

His words were naughty and cold, finger stretching your walls. As it sunk into your dripping pussy, you felt your walls stretch, “Ah! Draco!—“

“THE PRISONER? DRACO! DRACO!”

He chuckled against you, the cool medal of his rings inside your hot pussy feeling absolutely delicious. Plump lips wrapped around your swollen, abused clit. You began to thrust your juices onto him, riding his tongue while his wife continued to bang outside the door. You were surprised she hadn’t broken it down by now, a hint of guilt hitting you. But it fled away quickly as you squealed on his awaiting tongue.

Your tits jiggled as you bounced. He added a second finger, eyes locked on yours, “Just like that! Oh my god—fuck. It feels so good, Draco.”

He smirked, licking your pussy up and down. Astoria screamed, the pounding growing harder. Your eyes almost crossed as he kept licking from your entrance to your clit, repeating the motion. You grabbed your breasts, pinching your nipples, as Draco’s hand held your ass to push your pussy onto him.

His other hand was busy fingering you, “You like when I eat this little pussy, dove? It tastes so fucking sweet—I might catch a toothache.”

Your giggle turned into a cry as he added a third finger, stretching you out more. Your eyes squeezed shut, “Draco! I’m gonna—Oh!”

He growled against you.

“Let me taste it, _ _. Fucking let me have it,” it was almost animalistic. Your hands pushed his head away, but he kept a firm grip, ravishing your pussy as he slurped loudly.

His fingers mixed with his tongue sucking on your pulsing clit threw you into your climax, jolting above him as your hips stuttered.

“I’m coming! Draco? I—“

“That’s if. Ignore her, and focus on my tongue.”

And you screamed. If the door had been made of glass, it would have shattered and broke down. Your stomach clenched as you released everything onto his tongue, your orgasm almost knocking you over. If he hadn’t been holding you from behind, you would have. When it slowly began to fade out, Draco tapped your thigh. “Hop on, dove.”

Smirking, you let him pick you up and lead your way to the desk. Astoria had continued to pound on the door, her screams turning to cries. You were surprised she hadn’t stopped. Draco gently laid you on his desk, spreading your legs and sliding between them.

Your bruised lips parted, panting with red cheeks as you observed Draco. His blazer was tossed onto the chair, lifting his black t-shirt to reveal his muscular torso. Every ab was sharp, so sharp you were sure they could cut you. Black ink trained across his entire chest, as well as the back of his neck and hipbones. Your body turned warm as he removed his trousers, revealing his huge cock.

His skin was so fair, as if he hadn’t even been human. Like a doll, absolutely unreal.

You wanted to trace his tattoos, but the ache in your eyes had been urgent. And with the animalistic lust he had been looking at you with, you knew he felt the same.

His soft, yet cold skin pressed against yours as he knelt down to kiss you again. Grabbing your thighs, your behind hung off the desk as he didn’t waste time. Both of you moaned in unison as he his cock stretched inside you for the first time, his head slowly inching inside.

“Fuck,” he growled, watching his cock spear your pussy with stormy eyes. “Cunt so warm and tight.”

Astoria had finally stopped shouting, most likely either left or listening. Whichever it had been—you didn’t care.

Draco was inside you, using his grip on your thighs to fuck your harder. His eyes pierced into yours, a wicked smile hanging off his swollen lips as he watched you cry out ever few seconds. Your hands grabbed his forearm as he continued to plow into you. His cock felt large inside you, almost ripping you apart.

Pleasure began to consume you.

Your mind was hazy.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!”

“Yeah, baby? Yeah?”

“Oh,” your eyes crossed as he grabbed your throat, completely fucking you onto him. Your cries and squeals intensified, as well as the burning wave in your pussy. Your body began to shake as he reached deeper inside, almost exploding from ecstasy. Draco kissed your heels as you came down.

And then it slapped you in the face. Your orgasm blindsided you, Draco watching you with hooded eyes as you creamed on his cock. Praising you with how wonderful you looked shivering on top of him, he gave you a kiss before grabbing you. Carrying you to his chair, he sat down as you remained in his lap. Hands still on your ass, he peered up at you with admiration, “Put it in, _ _. Let me tell you come on my dick again.”

Your body jolted as you nodded, eagerly placing your feet on the chair before slipping his head inside. He grabbed your back, holding your hands behind you as he began to thrust up into you, “How’s that baby? Am I fucking you good enough?”

“Yes!” You screamed, clawing at his back as your pussy spasmed from his speed. “Draco! I’m going to come again soon!”

“Sounds like a fucking plan,” he spat while continuing to pound you. He had also been growing close to you—you could tell. His chest began to clench as he held you in his arms, completely ravishing your figure. “I’m going to come too, dove. In this tight fucking pussy.”

“Draco, we aren’t marr—“

“Shut the fuck up,” he growled, thumb reaching your clit. Your eyes widened down at him as he smirked wickedly. “Why don’t you just come for me and give me those pretty little moans again?”

And that’s exactly what you did.

Hot flashes shot through you, and if he hadn’t been holding your body against his—you would’ve toppled over onto the ground. His cock rubbed your walls as your orgasm flew you threw the roof, sobbing out against his lips.

He came with a shout, looking down at your push as his brows furrowed. You felt warm cum deep into your pussy as Draco finished inside you.

“Your wife,” you panted, smirking down at him. Your hands landed on his chest as he pecked your breast, sweet dripping down his forehead. ��—is a lucky woman.”

#smut #draco fanfiction #draco malfoy #draco malfoy smut #draco x you #draco x y/n #dracomalfoyblurbs #draco x reader #harrypotter smut #malfoy

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my own superman ~ sebastian vettel (sv5)

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pairing: sebastian vettel x female reader

summary: crash, boom, burn, flames. waiting frozen, impatience, relief.

words: 2.2K

warnings: race car accident (not graphic), basically a near death experience from the outside

a/n: i had a dream. well, long story short recently i got back into f1 and my obsession has been growing ever since (hungarian grand prix 2022, yeah, that recently). started watching drive to survive too. and i haven't even reached S03 when i had this dream (i guess it was my unconscious going ahead). but when i woke up in the middle of the night my first thought was 'okay i need to write this down' because honestly my mind was literally spinning with thoughts. yeah so this is what happens when a fanfic writer has an f1 related, crazy dream.

it might be a bit too rushed at the end and i'm not sure this is realistic in any way but i'm still so caught up in this dream i had that i just had to write this.

you can say it's somehow inspired by bahrein 2020 and romain grosjean (even though as i said before, i had no clue about that happening when i had this dream)

please don't be a ghost reader! any feedback is well appreciated!

People often think it's the utmost pleasure dating an F1 driver. But (y/n) can say for certain now that it isn't at all times. It can be the worst suffering instead.

Most times it's fun, sure, but there are those days when it's like a hand cold as an icy winter day is gripping her heart so tight that she can't feel it beating anymore. The days when it feels like her soul has been ripped from her body, just floating in the air above her, waiting for the final verdict to see if it can move back to its place or instead it should just leave and never come back. Needless to say, these days are the ones where something, even the tiniest thing goes wrong. Because in this sport, in this life, even the tiniest things mean life or death.

Worry eats away at her whole existence as her eyes stay glued to the screens in the garage, her figure frozen as if someone hit pause on time and left her unable to move in her rigid state perching on the couch. Her glance follows the movements happening on screen, not even breathing anymore, just silently, mindlessly praying to whatever higher power that may exist that that worst day hasn't come, not just yet.

Seconds feel like hours, minutes feel like days as she stays motionless. No one moves around her either, but it's not like she'd notice anyway. Her mind doesn't – can't – wrap around single things like her surroundings anymore. Not until she can finally catch sight of him, moving. She wouldn't even mind anymore if he didn't stand up and walk out like nothing had happened. She just needed one movement.

One single movement that could show her that he hasn't left. That she still has him. That his heart is still beating. Though it certainly feels like that in this very moment her own heart has stopped beating all in all. She can just feel a tiny bit of fluttering somewhere deep in her chest – her heart refusing to stop fighting, refusing to stop for as long as there is still hope that his heart is doing the same. Beating for her. And hers beating for him.

She didn't even notice how much her lungs have started to burn before – just as a loud wave of relieved sighs rolls her way – she notices him moving on the screen. Finally she breathes again, filling her lungs with that well desired oxygen as her eyes, hungry to see more, to see him being okay, follow his movements.

And it's like he's not even human, not mortal. She can't help but wonder if he ever was – there certainly have been times when she doubted that in the past already. But in this surreal moment, he moves out of the smoke, out of the flames, one arm thrown over his saver's shoulder and slightly limping, but still, walking. On his own feet. The way his body moves is still so recognisable, even through the obvious pain his existence radiates to her from the screen. She could never not recognise it.

Tears roll down her cheeks in fast waves, but she doesn't even notice them until the drops start hitting the backs of her hands that are still lying on her lap, intertwined, white as chalk as she held them impossibly tight and under pressure. They are teardrops of absolute relief.

Then her body moves on its own accord and she shoots up from the couch as if she hasn't just spent the past several minutes frozen there like a perfect marble sculpture. She moves closer to the screen, closer to the other people, trying to find out what's next. Where do they take him now? How can she get there? How can she be with him as soon as possible? She needs to be with him. Just as much as he probably needs her too. This man... Her very own Superman.

- - - some time later - - -

"You could say I'm kind of a rotisserie chicken now," Sebastian glances up from the bed they forced him to lie down on.

"Oh, shut up, Vettel," the girl standing by his side glares at him angrily, her fingers tightly wrapped around her baseball cap he gave her just the day before, in order to stop (or at least conceal) the extreme shaking they're under. "Idiot," she mumbles mainly to herself, eyes darting towards the ground.

"Wow, you're really giving me the last name now?" He can't help but chuckle quietly, a chuckle that leaves him coughing, face crunching up from the sore feeling in his throat the smoke he's breathed in left there.

A minute or so passes in moderate silence, with only him letting out a small cough every once in a while, smaller and smaller until he stops coughing all in all, thanks to the sips of water she's helped him to.

"Two can play at that game," Sebastian speaks up again eventually, continuing his previous thought. After a momentary pause he joyfully adds two more words, "Mrs Vettel."

A grin is playing on his lips, but it's obviously not the same he usually wears, face a bit distorted from the experience he's just gone through. His eyes, those icy crystal blue eyes are shining exactly the same though as he's looking at her – and that alone is enough to make her heartbeat slow just a tad bit, somewhat closer to normal.

(y/n) shakes her head, playful disbelief expressed on her face as she listens to her husband's antics. "Stop joking around, this is serious."

"And I am serious." One more glare from her is enough to make him sigh before confessing the obvious. "Okay, fine, I'm not. But I just want to make this easier for you. I can see how shaken you are."

"Well, that's not so surprising though, is it?"

"No, but everything's fine now. I'm here, see?"

Sebastian beckons with his hand for her, trying to get her to come a little closer, to help her be more at ease now that the initial danger is gone. As she sits down on the chair next to his bed and her fingertips gently caress his upper arm, suddenly her vision gets blurry and she can feel a teardrop bubble over and roll down her cheek, followed by another and another and another–

"Shh, it's alright," he gently speaks, noticing the fallen drops as they darken the colour of her shirt where they land. It doesn't take long though before tears are gathering in his eyes all the same. All of a sudden the weight, the reality of what's just happened is crashing down on him.

What if he weren't so lucky?

What if?

When the nurse comes back to check on the driver, she stops abruptly in the doorway, noticing the couple leaning close to each other, soaking their clothes with the teardrops flooding from their eyes. She decides to back straight out of the room the way she just came in, as silently as she can manage, leaving them to let go and cry out what they need to.

- - - a couple days later - - -

"I'm just saying that I would completely understand if you said you didn't want to race this weekend."

"But I want to, I really do."

"Have you talked to (y/n) about it?"

"No. I mean, kinda."

"I think you should."

"I know."

(y/n) puts down the bag in her hand on the kitchen counter with a little extra noise and as she expected, after a faint gotta go, talk to you later coming from their bedroom, her husband appears in the doorway leading to their kitchen.

"You're home!" Sebastian smiles, not stopping until he reaches her and can wrap his arms around her body. He holds her tight, tighter than he did before the– before, she can't help but notice, even though she's been only gone from home for about an hour or so. It's not like she's complaining though. She does the exact same, snuggling as close to him as humanly possible, until she basically can't tell where one ends and the other starts.

"Who called?" (y/n) mumbles into his chest.

"Doesn't matter, just team stuff," he replies, and she can feel the tiny shrug in which the muscles in his shoulders move.

"Seb, I heard the word race," she sighs, lifting her head from its comfortable position only to find support for her jaw on the very same spot, making it possible for her to gaze up at his face.

"You did?"

His wife hums back, fingers mindlessly moving on his back, tracing invisible patterns on the material of his T-shirt.

"Damn it, I'm never gonna take a call on speaker again," he mutters, and she can see the way his lips twitch as he bites back a chuckle.

"You wanna go back this week?" (y/n) pushes on when she doesn't get any real answer from the man.

Now it's his time to hum as a response, his eyes travelling to her face, connecting with her orbs easily. "Only if you don't mind. If you don't want me to, I can stay at home and wait a bit longer."

Her eyes widen a bit as she hears his words – she didn't think she had that much of a say in matters like this. It's his job, his career, his dream, his life. Yet it seems like he put her and her opinion above even that. She can feel her heart give a tiny flutter at the thought. It's not like he doesn't express his feelings and what she truly means to him, hell, he does so every single day, reminding her efficiently in case she'd ever forget (would that even be possible though?). But still, this new knowledge, this incredible information means even more to her than she ever thought it would.

"It's not that I don't want you to," she says, jaw pressing harder and lighter into his skin with every syllable, depending on her lips' movements. "I just want you to be one hundred percent sure and confident before you sit in that car again."

"I am."

The girl only raises an eyebrow, asking him without words to elaborate.

"I honestly am. I've been thinking about it a lot, and I think this is the right choice. I mean, I'm perfectly fine. Healthy. Not a scratch anymore."

"Yeah, and it's a miracle in itself. Doesn't mean it's gonna happen like this again if something goes wrong." Her words are followed by a shudder as even the mere thought of that is enough to bring back the memory of terror she experienced that day, the way she stood frozen in front of the screens with her breath held back.

His arms tighten even more around her fragile torso, holding her now truly impossibly close in a way to make the shuddering go away – along with all those memories he knows she's thinking of right now.

"Look, I'm just worried that if you're not in the completely good mindset, then it can mean a bigger chance for something like that repeating itself."

"I can promise you that my mindset is perfectly fine, just like it was a week ago or before any other race weekend," Sebastian smiles gently down at her before moving his head closer and pressing a soft kiss on her forehead, right at the spot where her hairline starts. Her eyes flutter closed at the intimate touch.

They stay like that for a few minutes, both deep in their thoughts, trying to come up with a sentence that would calm both their ruffled minds.

"(y/n/n), I can feel that you're still worried. You're all tense," his voice breaks the silence eventually, not really knowing what else he could say. "If you even the tiniest bit don't want me to go back to racing so soon, just say it. It's okay, I won't mind."

"Of course I'm still worried, when have I ever not been before a race?" (y/n) opens her eyes, smiling up at the love of her life. "I knew what came with dating an F1 driver the very first day, and I signed up for the whole package. Worrying has just always been a part of it."

She giggles at the same time as his lips curve into a smile wide enough to split his face nearly in two.

"So it's okay?" he asks, needing to hear the exact words to be completely sure of her choice.

"It is, Sebastian, but if you ask me once more, I might change my mind," laughter bubbles up from her throat, somewhat breaking the peaceful quiet in the kitchen with its loudness, but neither of them minds. It's probably his most favourite sound on Earth anyway, her laughter. "Go back and show them what a miracle you truly are."

"Thank you, dear," Sebastian leans further down to capture her lips with his own, mind slightly spinning and heartbeat definitely speeding up from hearing her define him as miracle.

"You're welcome, Superman," she mumbles into the kiss cheekily, arms moving around the back of his neck to gather just that bit more access to him.

.::the end::.

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ddixons-angel · 1 year

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Marshmallows & Fluff

Fanfic Advent Calendar 2022 Day 17 - Daryl Dixon

Hi guys! So it’s my turn for the 2022 Advent Calendar and I present this super short piece, I have to admit, it was hard to get back into writing and since I took a (unintentional) break over the year, this is probably lacking but I hope you still enjoy it! Please let me know your thoughts, love you all for continuing to support my writing!

Prompt - “You don’t like marshmallows in your hot chocolate? Why do you hate love?”

Reader shares her hot chocolate with Daryl as they reminisce about the old world during the holidays.

Hilltop - Season 9

(I know the gif is not at all the right era but it’s the perfect expression for this, I swear!)

Winter has always been your favorite time of year. You loved how the snowflakes danced in the wind, covering the ground in a mystic sheet of white. How the festive lights of red and green reflected off the ground, spreading the joy of the holidays to anyone who laid their eyes on them. Even though the modern world had ended and no one put up any festive decor, it didn’t take away your absolutely favorite thing about this season: being able to cuddle with your favorite person by the fire.

Your body shivered slightly as you were hit by the icy breeze once you stepped outside the Barrington House, it didn’t matter that you had a cozy blanket wrapped around you or a cup of hot chocolate in your hands. Regardless of the cold, a warm smile spreads on your lips as you look towards the stables, the faint glow of light from the second story draws you to it like a moth to a flame.

“Can’t believe you’re able to sleep out here, it’s so cold,” you say as you reach the top of the stairs of the second story of the stable.

Daryl turns to look at you at the sound of your voice and a side smile pulls at his lips, “Dog likes it up here.”

You chuckle at his words as you walk towards him and Dog and sit beside Daryl, “you’re gonna get yourself sick if you stay out here for too long.”

“Nah, I’ll be fine, got my poncho ‘n’ Dog,” he says then after a purposeful pause, “an’ you.”

“You also have hot chocolate,” you say, trying to not give him the satisfaction of making you blush, you give him the cup of hot chocolate to which he takes with a chuckle, “sorry there’s not marshmallows though.”

“Don’t be,” he shrugs, “never liked ‘em anyway.”

You gawk at him in disbelief at his words, speechless. Daryl catches your look just before taking a sip and he blinks in confusion at your expression.

“Wha’?”

“You don’t like marshmallows in your hot chocolate? Why do you hate love?” you ask, there was a hint of genuine concern in your voice.

“I don’ hate love I jus’ never really had ‘em, ain’t no big deal,” he says, shrugging again.

You pout at him, “you never had marshmallows?”

“Had em’ once when I was a kid, came home one day ‘n’ there was a bag of ‘em sittin’ on the table, I don’ even know where they came from bu’ I took it an’ ate ‘em,” Daryl tells you.

“You ate a full bag of marshmallows?” you ask, amused by his childhood story, you continue when he nods, “and you somehow still don’t like them?”

“I got sick after eatin’ ‘em,” he defends.

“Of course you did! You ate a full bag of marshmallows all in one go!” you say, your tone was one of amusement rather than scolding, then you look at him seriously, “I have to ask, were they the little ones or the big, fluffy ones?”

“The big ones,” he replies, then eyes you playfully when you start giggling, “ya laughin’ at me?”

You try to contain your giggles as you speak, “I’m sorry, but the image of you as a kid stuffing your face with huge fluffy marshmallows is too cute.”

Daryl scoffs and rolls his eyes then finally takes a sip of hot chocolate, he looks down at the cup in his hand, pondering something. You study the thoughtful look on his face then scoot closer to him, wrapping the blanket around his shoulders as you snuggle close to him.

“Next time we’re out on a run, I’m gonna be on the lookout for marshmallows so you know the joy of having them in your hot chocolate,” you tell him.

Daryl chuckles and wraps his arm around you under the blanket, pulling you closer. It was his way of telling you that you appreciated the gesture. It seemed as though Dog felt that he was left out of the cuddlefest since he got up from his spot and wedged himself in between the two of you, making you and Daryl laugh.

“A’right, we’ll get ya some too,” Daryl says as gives him a few pats on the head.

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Like I said, super short but still fluffy! Please let me know what you all thought!

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alexturne · 1 year

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My Milex fanfic masterpost

LONG CHAPTERED STORIES

under these lights you look beautiful

Rated E - 103k - 14 chapters

Miles got completely lost in his voice. There was a faraway quality to it, like he belonged somewhere else entirely, but somehow had decided to grace them with his presence and Miles felt blessed to be near him if even for a short while. The subtle elegance hidden in his slender figure, the mannerisms of his fingers wrapped around the corners of his notebook. His words were spoken softly, quietly, but without any hesitation or faltering.

Alex is an elusive poet, who has a way with words and Miles is a bartender, who is completely mesmerized.

the element of surprise

Rated E - 45k - 8 chapters

"Yeah! I'm not one to judge, just want ya to be prepared, you know, just in case.." "In case what?" Jamie rolled his eyes at him. "In case nothing. Nevermind. Forget it. Just help me find your skiing gear and we'll be off." "Skiing?" "Yeah, didn't you hear the lady? We're taking you on a surprise skiing trip to celebrate your birthday, mate!"

The Monkeys invite Alex skiing for his birthday and little does he know that there's a very special surprise waiting for him.

sit next to me before i go

Rated E - 28k - 7 chapters

He'd get up in just a second. He'd go downstairs and make Alex sit down on the tall stool by the counter, and have him tell Miles everything about his amazing tour as Miles puttered around the kitchen fixing them both tea and biscuits. It'd be perfect.

If only he could get up.

Or: Miles is sick and is being very stubborn about it, and Alex flies back to take care of him.

my heart melted in the heat

Rated E - 36k - 9 chapters

The cold winds of winter rush through the old college town. Miles drags himself through another shift at the dingy coffee shop, Rich's Beans, and he wishes for summer, for the day he is out of here. But when he gets a new coworker, a young guy named Alex, with pretty dark hair and even prettier dark eyes, life suddenly seems a little brighter.

Will Miles be able to keep his bubbling feelings under control or will his silly crush keep him warm during this season's freak thunderstorms?

Written for the Shadow Monkeys Big Bang 2022

you've got control of everyone's eyes (including mine)

Rated E - 106k - 19 chapters

The tour was coming up soon, everything set in place, and tonight they'd celebrate and let off some steam before it all began. And now he had to deal with this guy? Miles fucking Kane? Of all the nights? Couldn't a guy be allowed to celebrate in peace?

It's 2005 and the Arctic Monkeys are about to set out on their first proper tour. Alex is quite happy with that, until a certain someone gets in the way and spoils it all.

A story about facing hardships, insecurities and stage fright, about friendships, dreams, music and smoking too many fucking cigarettes in dark back alleys. About keeping your friends close, and perhaps your enemies even closer.

SHORT CHAPTERED STORIES

pinned down by the dark

Rated E - 10k - 4 chapters

He knows exactly what’s going on on the other side of that door. The thought sends a shiver up his spine. And he knows who it is as well. He'd recognise that voice anywhere. Someone's in there alright! It's Al, for fucks sake.

Miles hears a soft moan through the door. And he takes a step back from the door, wondering if perhaps he shouldn’t be listening in on his best mate pleasuring himself in the middle of the night.

3 times Miles hears Alex in the middle of the night and 1 time he does something about it.

you're so pretty and i'm so shy

Rated E - 14k - 2 chapters

“Fine, if you’re so shy then why don’t you write him a note? Like in the films, write your number on a slip of paper, give it to him or slip it into his pocket or summat.”

“That might work!”

“I was kidding Alex!”

pretending you were just some lover

Rated E - 13k - 2 chapters

That damned piece of paper marked a death sentence he'd requested himself on that fateful day three months ago.

Today would mark the end of the charade.

When he'd sign his name on that dotted line.

When his marriage to the single greatest, most gorgeous, most wonderful person alive would end.

Or: Alex is a dumbass who tries to get divorced from the love of his life.

ONESHOTS

i've been saving all my summers for you

Rated E - 22k

They were 11 when they first met at the beach, now at 21 they’re back. Back at this place that became theirs. The place they became best friends.

The place where Alex fell in love for the very first time.

nobody ought to be alone on christmas

Rated M - 12k

"And it's not my fault he's all the way away in LA! Stupid, far away LA. London's a nice place too, you know! It's worth sticking around for, especially at Christmas!"

"What's stopping you from seeing him? You're obviously miserable without him, with nowhere to go for Christmas. Get out of your joggers. Go to LA. Go see him. Tell him you love him."

stop making the eyes at me

Rated E - 25k

He turned to look at Alex, took off his sunglasses and tucked them into the quite unbuttoned neck of his shirt. His eyes roamed over Alex rather shamelessly, slowly looking him up and down as an appreciative smirk formed on his lips, and Alex suddenly felt hot all over.

Or: Alex gets stuck inside an elevator with a hot stranger and a bottle of whiskey and they need to find a way to pass the time.

you just ain't the one for me

Rated E - 7k

Suddenly she had an idea. "I wanna fuck him. Miles. I wanna fuck him." Alex made a weird choking sound. "Pardon?" "I wanna fuck Miles. And then I wanna watch him fuck you."

Taylor has an idea of how to spend their sunny afternoon and she's not about to take no for an answer. Sexiness ensues and she makes a few decisions about their relationship.

magic from your fingers tingles down my spine

Rated E - 8k

"Wanna make out?" Alex coughed out a cloud of thick smoke. He blinked and looked at Miles next to him. Miles was making quite the sight, sprawled out across Alex's sheets with a dirty smirk plastered on his face. He looked nice, spread out like that. All relaxed and comfortable, as if he'd always been destined to end up right there in Alex's bed.

Or: Whilst writing their first album together, Alex and Miles get high, and Miles has a great idea about how they could be spending their time.

you're a matter of urgency

Rated G - 8k

The cab ride had been the most anxious 36 minutes of his life. Jiggling a nervous leg and staring out the window, he'd clutched the phone hard in hand, devil device that it was, as it'd brought him the single worst message he’d received in his entire life;

"Miles was in an accident. Come quickly."

i'll be home for christmas

Rated E - 13k

Alex Turner had it all.

A massively successful global tour, adoring fans everywhere he went, amazing sales figures, another number one album, a gorgeous house, a jealousy-inducing collection of vintage cars and motorbikes and the best bandmates you could ask for.

But one fateful Christmas eve has Alex realizing that none of that truly matters. And that the one thing he could truly never live without is the one he let get away.

going back to 505

Rated T - 2k

"Wanna bring out a very good friend of ours. Put your hands together please, for Miles Kane!"

Miles joins them for 505 for the first time in 5 years.

#milex #fanfic masterpost #milex fanfiction #the last shadow puppets #heres just a handy little list for easier browsing my stories 💜❤️#my writing #sorry for the long post but its mostly for my own organizational purposes #long post

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sparkle-fiend · 1 year

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✨ 2022 ao3 wrapped ✨

tagged by @theamazingbard (thank you so much!!!)

(I'm squeaking in under the wire on this one, which is very on-brand for me lol.)

Works Published: 7

Word Count: 68,488

Bookmarks: 1,307

Most popular by kudos: A thin line between love and hate - this is my first completed fanfic (not just art or a comic), so I am thrilled that it's done as well as it has!

Most hits: Red Touches Black - my Daemon AU! (this one is chaptered, and was my longest story; so that makes sense)

Longest: Red Touches Black at 39,324 words. I think this is the story I'm most proud of. I never imagined I could complete something this long!

Shortest: A Kiss in the Snow at 1,882 words. (or possibly a miscellaneous Tumblr drabble - there may be some floating around that I never put on ao3).

Most comments: Probably Red Touches Black - I had some of the most amazing commenters cheering me on as I posted this story (I think they were the reason it actually got finished, lol).

Fic that made me cry: Maybe A Bargain Made in Winter? (I think I teared up a little when writing the end - which might be my favorite ending I've ever written)

Fic that made me smile: All of them! Every single one made me super happy at some point in writing (or else they would have been abandoned lol)

Gifts: I haven't attempted to gift anything yet on ao3? (Although I've written a few things for/inspired by people on Tumblr)

Events: A Kiss in the Snow for the winter fic challenge hosted by @thefreakandthehair (sorry to keep tagging you on this stuff, but I keep talking about your awesome event!)

tagging: I think I'm way behind on this one, I'm not sure who's done it and who hasn't? So I'm going to say - anyone wanting to participate, please go for it!

Now I will take some more cold medicine and collapse to sleep until next year!!!

#tag game #after all my years in fandom #it was steddie that finally got me to start writing #probably because its such a lovely fandom #full of inspiring writers and artists #my writing

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adoracora-elizabeth · 1 year

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Christmas at Downton Drabble

Here is my christmas drabble for the Cobert Winter Fanfic Exchange 2022 my writing promt was Festive Buffet

Robert entered Cora’s sitting room. She was bent over the papers in front of her on her desk. He loved looking at her, without her noticing it. Her dark curls up in a Chignon, he loved it when she undid her hair in the evenings, and the curls cascaded over her back.

He closed the door and stepped closer; he saw Cora was working on the table setting for Christmas eve.

Slowly, he wrapped his arms around her and placed his hands on her abdomen. "Our last Christmas as a family of four." He said, kissing her cheek.

Cora looked up with a smile on her face. She placed one hand on top of Robert’s, and with the other one, she stroked his cheek. "Hi, darling. Are you finished for today?"

Robert sat down on a chair next to her desk. "There is some work left, but that I can do after Christmas. I was wondering if I could help you with something."

Cora looked at the paper in front of her. "I am struggling a bit with the table setting. I don't want a normal sit-down Christmas dinner this year."

Robert raised his eyebrows. Did he hear that correctly? What was Cora going to change.

"I was thinking to do a buffet style this year. My mother and Harold are coming over and I would love to show them: England is not stuck in the 1920's anymore." Cora knew Robert was going to freak out. He never liked it when she tried to change something. He was such an English man, that he was stuck in the traditions from the old age. As the 9th earl of Grantham, he loved doing things the proper way.

"Cora! You know my mother is also coming? We cannot do a buffet style dinner with Christmas. We can show your mother that we are modern in different ways."

"I already discussed the plans with Mrs. Patmore, and she is super enthusiastic to make this dinner."

Robert sighed. Cora made up her mind, he would not be able to change a thing. "When is your mother arriving?" He changed the subject.

"On the morning of Christmas eve, she will stay for Christmas day, then she and Harold will tour around to be back here for New Year’s Eve."

"When are we going to tell our mother's you are expecting? Because you are starting to show already."

Cora moved her hand to her abdomen, Robert was right. She was only four months pregnant, but she was starting to show. Both Mary and Edith had been ecstatic when they told them there was a brother or sister coming. Cora had been relieved with Mary’s reaction. When Edith came, she had been hostile and still, they didn't have the best relationship. Cora hoped it would improve with age. She looked up at Robert, we can tell them during Christmas dinner.

"While we are all walking around?"

"Robert!" Cora said annoyed. "A buffet does not mean we don't sit down to eat. We start sitting down and then everybody will go to the buffet table and pick what they want to eat and sit back down."

Robert sighed. "That sounds as chaos."

Cora wanted to reply, when the door opened, and Mary and Edith came running in. Edith was in tears and Mary was blaming Edith for something. In a way it was adorable, Cora though, Mary was starting to form real sentences and Edith, was echoing what Mary said.

"Girls!' Robert said on a firm tone. "Stop this! It is almost Christmas, stop fighting. Edith!" He gave her a firm look. "Leave your sister alone."

Cora looked up at Robert. This was something he did a lot, blaming Edith directly, without knowing what happened. She felt Edith’s hands on her legs, and she pulled her up on her lap. Mary wanted to walk to Robert, but she grabbed her arm and pulled her close, cupped her head and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "What happened?"

Nanny had followed the girls and explained Mary wanted to play with a toy Edith had. "I am sorry that they are disturbing you." Nanny said.

Cora smiled at their Nanny. "Don't you worry, it is time for lunch anyway." She got up, rested Edith on her hip and Mary’s hand in hers. "Are you coming?" She said looking at Robert.

Robert was always amazed, by Cora. Casually carrying Edith and also affirming Mary, she loved her.

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24th of December

Robert woke up early, today Martha and Harold would arrive. Violet would be here early because she wanted to be in the house before Martha. He turned on his side and watched Cora, who was still sleeping. Her slow breathing and soft snores gave him a feeling of coming home. He was a lucky guy, that she said yes. Even though he married her mainly for the money she brought with her from America. But he had started loving her very soon after their marriage and when she gave him his first daughter, he was over the moon in love and now she was going to give him a third child. He scooted closer and moved his hand over her abdomen.

Cora moaned and turned on her side. "Please, let me sleep some more."

Robert kissed her cheek. "Good morning darling, we have a busy day, I am afraid there is not much time for sleep." He knew Cora had stayed up until late to put down all the gifts under the Christmas tree.

"I know, but just five more minutes." Cora buried her face in Robert's arms. She folded her hands in front of her and rested them against Robert's chest. She was blessed with him as her husband. When her mother suggested to go look for a man in England she had laughed, but she had been right. She could not have wished for a better man than Robert. Adjusting to this English estate life had been hard, but she felt more and more at home and now it was time, to bring some of her customs into this household.

Their bedroom door opened, and Mary and Edith climbed on their bed. "Santa has brought presents." Mary exclaimed.

Cora sat up and pulled Mary close. "Did he?" She smiled, well let's go down and see where they are.

"Under the Christmas tree Mama. He left them there." Mary said.

"We will go and look at them, but we are going to wait with opening them. Grandmama from America is coming today and Uncle Harold, and I think there are also presents for them, we will open them tomorrow morning." Robert patted Edith on her head.

Cora got up, wrapped herself in her bathrobe, took Robert's hand and together they followed the girl’s downstairs.

Robert chuckled, if his mother would see them, she would scold him, for being downstairs in his bathrobe. But he agreed with Cora, they should adapt to the modern times, and it was incredibly cosy to be downstairs with the children in their bathrobes, looking at all the presents.

Cora handed both Edith and Mary a small present. "This one you can open right now." she said

Robert pulled an envelope out of his pocket and handed it to Cora. There was a Christmas card in it.

On the back there was written:

'You make me the happiest man on earth. Happy Christmas my darling.

Yours only, R'

"Oh Robert!" Cora exclaimed. "I love you, thank you."

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Evening of Christmas eve

"Mama, when are we doing the Christmas crackers?" Mary leaned against her mother's legs.

"We can do them now, Rosamund said, looking at Marmaduke.

"I will get them, he said.

"This is such a weird tradition." Harold said under his breath.

"Oh, come on, as if we do not have strange customs in America, Cora answered.

"Maybe, but we do not sit with a paper crown on our head during Christmas."

Later that evening when the children were tugged into bed.

"Why aren't we allowed in the dining room yet." Violet asked, everybody was in the library. Harold and Marmaduke were chatting, Robert was talking with Rosamund.

Cora was chatting with her mother and looked up. "The staff is not finished yet, so we have to wait a little bit longer." She did not dare to look at Violet. When she decided to do a buffet style dinner, she had felt very brave, but now she was feeling regret.

Robert saw the look on Cora's face change, and he stepped closer. He put his hand on her lower back and whispered in her ear. "Maybe we should tell our news now?"

Cora nodded. "Before the evening is ruined you mean."

Robert pulled her a little bit closer. "No, to make the evening more joyful." With his hand still on Cora's back, he started. "Everybody. Cora and I have some news." He waited a second before he got everybody's attention. "We are expecting another little one."

Cora saw Robert was beaming, he was so proud to tell the family the news. Rosamund got up and to Cora's surprise wrapped her arms around her. "Congratulations, what a wonderful news."

At that same time Carson entered and Cora announced they should go through. Before everybody left the room, they congratulated both Cora and Robert.

"And now let see what you and Mrs. Patmore made of our Christmas dinner." Robert took Cora's hand and together they followed the rest.

There were long tables with food on it. The staff was standing behind them to serve. On every table there were Christmas decorations, and a string quartet was playing Christmas songs.

Martha clapped in her hands. "Cora, you did a wonderful job, look at how festive this is."

Cora glanced at Violet, but to her surprise she saw her nodding in agreement. "I must admit, this indeed looks amazing. We must compliment Mrs. Patmore for this idea."

"Well." Rosamund started. "I think there is somebody else who we should compliment." She looked at Cora. "Because I think the idea came from my darling sister-in-law, am I right?"

"You are 100% correct." Robert said with a proud look on his face. "Cora was the one with this idea and although I was against it, I am happy she made it happen. This looks wonderful and I quite like the idea of not sitting down for hours tonight."

"Well, let us not wait any longer, Bon appetite everyone."

@bella-caecilia

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Date Night petty fight

2022 winter gift exchange !!!! this gift is for the lovely

@romirola ( i have more but… writersblock)

i one day late? … yes.

shouts out to @the-sugar-crash for hosting and setting all this out amazing job and amazing stories and sending out ahit for me

ans im pretty sure @annahhopee requested me to do can’t remember but stil this was fun

credits to @glitchedvariety for giving me outfit ideas and being my fanfic team

It was their anniversary night

Sweetheart was busy getting ready in the bathroom while Milo stood in the room him, and his mate shared standing in front of the mirror checking himself out deciding on what tie to wear. He huffed at not being able to decide between the gold or black tie. Giving up slightly he turned back to the bed. “Jesus fucking Christ!” he jumped back bumping into the mirror a bit to the sudden appearance of his little man sitting on the foot of the bed observing him. After getting his heart rate back down from the sudden surprise he huffed a laugh, “What is it with you and Sweetheart tryna scare the living shit out of me” Milo said with playfully narrowing his eyes at Aggro.

In return Aggro gave a sassy meow with what could only be a cat eye roll. Milo gave an offended look and a gasp with a hand going over his chest “Don’t give me that sass i am your father” milo said pointing his finger at his furry little “son”. Aggro yet again gave another sassy meow now rolling he full head to look away from Milo licking his paw. Milo looked shocked and betrayed, “You!” before milo could go on with going back and forth with Aggro he was interrupted by the sound of his mate's voice, God how he loved that voice.

“Milo? are you fighting Aggro?” he heard his mate questioned he could basically hear the utter confusion but amusement in their voice. He turned to face them “Yea he was givin me sass just like you-” Milo was once again cut off with the sight of his mate. They were breath taking, everything single thing about them. He looked them up and down from their face with the cute little confused expression with a little smile.

To their neck that he’s kissed, marked, and massaged. Then to their hands ones he held, ones he squeezed, ones he’d put a ring on. For the time being there's a promise ring in the place on where their wedding ring is going to go. He noticed they were fidgeting with it while they leaned against the door.

“Milo?”

He heard them say again falling from his lovesick daze with them moving closer to him. “Hm? oh! yea i was fighting him, he was givin me sass “ milo said smiling with sweetheart closer to him standing infront of him. Sweetheart laughed to themselves before wrapping their arms around milo’s neck, “ he learned from the best” they joked looking down at him .They both laugh a bit looking at each other, admiring each other

“ you look so fuckin incredible sweetheart “ milo spoke raising their hand to kiss it lookin at them with awe

They loved it when he kisses their hand

“ You too, you dont clean up to bad shorty”

…

“alright listen here you piece of shit”

Sweetheart almost busted out laughing with his reaction it was always the best. They got most of their enjoyment from messing with him

“ Im tryna be all sweet and endearin on our fuckin anniversary nigh and you just gotta make fun of my height. “ Milo fussed like he didn’t like every little “argument” about them making fun of him.

“ oh come onn you know i had to-“

“ you really didn’t”

“i said it with love hon”

“ sure you did “

Milo huffed and rolled his eyes annoyed while sweetheart just laughs , his reactions are always the best.

“ And another thing-“

Milo was cut off yet once again this time by sweetheart leaning down kissing him.

He melted into it , he knew it was a “ shut up and forgive me “ kiss, but he loved it none the less. He got a bit upset when sweetheart pulled away

“….”

“ you know im still not lettin that slide right”

“ what!? i did the shut up and forgive me kiss and everythinggggggg come onnn” sweetheart whined head falling back.

“ how bout not makin fun of me in the first place you ass im not that damn short”

“ sure you arent shorty”

“ you-“

“ shhhhhhhh shh hush hush hushhhh we have reservation don’t we ? we should probably get going right”

milo took out his phone , they did have to leave if they wanted to make it . Milo groaned he could already sense the shitty eating grin Sweetheart had on their face when they knew they got out of this. He didn’t even have to admit defeat they already knew.

“ Exactly nowww let get goin shall we ? “ Sweetheart said with pride in their voice for winning this, picking up one of the ties and fitting it around him.

He rolled his eyes , he waited for sweetheart to finish with his tie before stepping back and gesturing towards the door

“ After you investigator” milo said smiling looking up at them they smiled back at him and kissed him one last time before walking out of the room

“ Thank you shorty”

He cursed them in his head but he’ll let it slide… this time .

#redacted 2022 winter gift exchange #redacted asmr #redacted milo #redacted sweetheart #I HOPE YOU LIKE IT.#again really aorry about the delay

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54 notes - Posted June 30, 2022

Hi dear!! <3

Can I request headcanons of Magna and Finral's reaction to their girlfriend giving them flowers?

Thank u! 💜

Hiya Winter! 🥰!! It’s been a while since i’ve seen you, i hope you’re doing well 🥺💕! Of course you can, I hope you enjoy these even though they’re pretty short 😅!

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Finral:

• Would be a bit surprised when you suddenly handed him a bouquet of flowers.

• Usually he was the one who gave you flowers, especially at the beginning of your relationship.

• But he would take it with a small, nervous, yet really happy smile, and when he asked why you decided to give him flowers you explained it was because he always did so much for others and was rarely recognized for it, so you decided to show him that you do notice and that you appreciate it.

• He would blush instantly and his smile would widen a bit, he knew you and the others appreciated him and all he did without always saying it, and sometimes it bothered him while other times it didn’t, so it did feel a little nice to receive something in return.

• He would set the flowers aside and wrap his arms around you in a warm and gentle hug, he would whisper a soft thank you and would say that he appreciates the flowers, he would then pull away and give you a gentle kiss on the lips.

Magna:

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57 notes - Posted August 30, 2022

Hey, Lyra! Can I please request some Asta, Yuno and Luck headcanons, where their s/o pretends to be asleep to see how they react, like on this tik toks (but, like, without the recording part)? Thank you, I really love your blog!! 🥰💞💕💖💙

Hiya anon! Of course you can request these, I hope you like them 🥰! I apologize for them being so short but I did try to make them more detailed to make up for it!

Warnings: None

Context: You heard a couple of girls from another squad talking about how their boyfriends reacted when they pretended to be asleep, so you decided you wanted to try it too and see how your boyfriend reacted!

Yuno:

• When Yuno saw you asleep on the couch in the Golden Dawn’s library he was confused and a little concerned, it wasn’t really like you to still be asleep midday.

• He softly placed his hand onto your forehead, you didn’t have a fever, so why were you still sleeping?

• He walked over to you and gently shook your shoulder, asking if you were feeling unwell, when you replied that you were just tired he nodded.

• You and him had been training a lot the last week so he understood why you were exhausted and, to be honest, so was he, so he told you that it was fine and that you could sleep for another hour.

• He watched as you “fell back asleep” and, after a few minutes, he walked over, grabbed a book, and gently moved your feet so he could sit next to you on the couch and quietly read. If anyone came in and was about to disturb you, Yuno would give them his signature icy glare so they would leave.

Asta:

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110 notes - Posted June 13, 2022

Hello! May I have a Yuno (from Black Clover) x reader with prompts 1 (fluff. "Is that my shirt?" "You mean our shirt"), 2 (general. "It's pouring rain why are you here?") and 12 (general. "Come back to bed. Please")? Thank you in advance Lyra!!

Hiya anon! I’m so sorry this took so long to get out, IRL has been crazy and I hadn’t had time to write. But I hope you enjoy this, also I didn’t add the last prompt as I couldn’t figure out how to work it in but I still hope you like it regardless 🥺💕!

Word Count: 1,099

Warnings: None

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Y/N quickly rushed back to the Golden Dawn Base, they had been out shopping in the city when it suddenly began to rain heavily. They really wished they had decided to use their broom to get to the city instead of walking, but who would have thought it was going to rain? Certainly not Y/N.

They had used their Golden Dawn cape to try and keep from getting soaked, but it only did so much. Maybe they could ask Yuno to use his wind magic to help make their clothes dry quicker? They instantly shook their head as they knew he would refuse, saying that even though it would manage to dry their clothes, it would also cause them to get sick.

Y/N couldn’t help but smile a bit, they could just imagine his words coming across as cold and harsh, but in actuality they were full of good intentions and he would just be worried for their health.

“ Y/N,” They suddenly heard their name called and turned to see Yuno standing in the doorway of a restaurant. “ It’s pouring rain, why’re you out here?” He asked with a confused look.

“ I could ask you the same thing, Vice Captain.” Y/N shot back as they stepped out of the rain, they watched as Yuno’s cheeks turned a bright pink. He looked away and rubbed the back of his neck, Y/N almost wanted to laugh as they could see the wheels turning in his head.

“ I came to see you,” He told them honestly, Y/N knew the Vice Captain was honest to a fault, but for some reason his confession still surprised them. They could feel their cheeks burning up and the two stood there awkwardly for a few moments.

“ W-Why did you come here to see me?” They stammered, Yuno blinked a bit.

“ I saw it was about to rain and I didn’t want you to get caught in it.” He muttered before opening the door to the restaurant. “ Come on, let’s get back to the base.” He added, Y/N nodded and followed Yuno inside.

“ How are we getting back?” They asked as they followed him, surely they would be waiting until the storm cleared before taking a couple of brooms back?

“ One of our spaitial mages was in town for some things and he offered to take us back to the base with him.” Yuno explained as they walked over to said spaitial mage. The older man opened the portal and the three Golden Dawn members stepped through it to get back home.

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After they arrived, the spaitial mage said his farewells and walked towards his room. When he disappeared and it was only Yuno and Y/N the two stood there awkwardly, unsure what to do next. Yuno frowned as he heard a dripping noise and when he turned to look he saw just how soaked Y/N was from the rain.

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111 notes - Posted June 15, 2022

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Hi, I really like your blog and was wondering if you could please write an angst with fluffy ending oneshot! Pairing: Yuno x reader. Idea: they're childhood friends and grew up together. The reader is a very powerful yet lazy Black Bull. One day, Yuno snaps and say hurtful things to the reader, because they "do nothing for anyone or anything", "are wasting their potential", etc. Reader is actually Iron deficient (anemic), and he never found out. Sorry if it's confusing!! 💕

Hiya anon! I’m so sorry these are taking a bit 😅, but I hope you enjoy this! I kinda know what anemia is since I suffered from it when I was a kid but its been a while, also I tried to make Yuno harsh even though i kind of failed at it since I can’t see him getting *too* mad hah 😅. I hope you enjoy the fic 🥰!

Word Count: 720

Warnings: None

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Yuno walked determinedly towards the Black Bulls hideout, he was a man on a mission. Today, Asta had informed him that their childhood friend Y/N had been sleeping through all the mission briefings and had only gone on one or two missions since she had joined the squad. This would not do, not one bit.

He didn’t even bother knocking on the door before just walking inside the base. He looked around, it didn’t seem like any of the Black Bulls were here, otherwise they probably would have shouted and tried to attack him by now. He shook his head and began walking down the hall to where Y/N’a room was. He remembered the directions as she was so excited about having her own room that she just had to show him, he smiled fondly at the memory before turning serious as he stood in front of her door.

Yuno knocked on it firmly, awaiting Y/N’s response. When she muttered ‘come in’ he walked in and saw her lying in bed.

“ Yuno? What’re you doing here?” Y/N asked as she sat up and looked at her dark haired friend, she knew something was up since he had his serious scowl on his face.

“ Asta told me you haven’t been going on missions lately, instead you’ve been sleeping or just lying around the Hideout.” Yuno said as he walked over to her and stood next to the bed. Y/N sat up a little straighter and looked down at her comforter.

“ Oh.” She muttered, she could feel her friends scolding eyes staring down at her.

“ ‘Oh’? That’s all you have to say? You’re a Magic Knight, and a strong one at that, but instead of going out there and proving yourself, you’re lying in bed wasting your potential.” She visibly winced at Yuno’s harsh words.

“ It’s not like I choose to be this way, if I could go out with the others and go on missions I would but I can’t.” Y/N argued as she looked up at her friend, finally meeting his gaze. Yuno crossed his arms and raised a disbelieving brow.

“ Really? Then why can’t you?” He asked, his tone slightly more curious than harsh. Y/N let out a soft sigh before looking away.

“ I suffer from a condition called Anemia, it means I have lower than normal Iron and that causes me to be more lethargic and have less energy. I wasn’t diagnosed with it until I came to the Capital and Dr. Owen saw me.” Y/N said sheepishly, Yuno blinked in surprise, his arms falling at his sides.

“ Anemia?” He muttered softly, his voice now full of regret. “ Why didn’t you tell me? Or Asta?” He sat down on the bed next to her.

“ Because I didn’t want to worry you, either of you, you’re both so busy these days trying to become the Wizard King that I figured that I would just be a burden or I would get in the way. So I kept it to myself.” Y/N explained sheepishly, she had always felt like she bothered him and Asta when they were children because, even though she was powerful, she didn’t have the energy or stamina like they did.

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