#dgoofball writes
Dean has a dream.
Dean wasn’t sure where he was. It looked like a Motel he was stood in front of but it’s not one he’s familiar with.
He was here for a reason. He knew that much.
Something had lead him here.
“Dean…”
He turned his head in the direction he thought he head his name being called.
Nothing was there.
He ventured a little further and discovered his Impala was parked up in front of him.
No Sam.
The passenger side door of Dean’s Baby popped open and Dean’s breath left his body in a whoosh.
“Hey handsome.” Dean heard you say as you stepped in front of the car and lent against the front.
You weren’t wearing any clothing.
Nothing.
Dean thought he felt some drool rolling down the corner of his lips and his heart and blood picked up pace.
Damn, you’re beautiful.
You both are.
A loud noise startled Dean awake, he hadn’t realised he had fallen asleep behind the wheel of the Impala, a quick look around and he saw you approaching the car from the take-out place you had been to order some food for the three of you.
Dean was looking forward to going to sleep when they got the Motel, he really wanted to finish what had started.
Draco Malfoy has no regrets about the relationship he has with you. Especially as the War has only justended.
Your heart pounded in your ears as you watched with bated breath at the intensity of the fight between your current worst nightmare and your classmate.
Words had been shared between the two adversaries but you were overly engaged in fighting for your life to be really interested in what the two males were actually saying to one another. Only catching glimpses of them as you twisted and contorted in your grim dance.
As you faced your newest opponent, duelling aggressive spells towards them, not allowing them a moment to attack you, waves of powerful magic reached you, overpowering you; crippling all sense of movement as it compelled you to turn to its epicentre in wonder; in horror. In hope.
Harry Potter.
Survivor.
Victor.
Returning to your body from the shock, you turned to your side and cast a spell to your opponent who didn’t even realise what had happened to him, still gravely focused on the fall of his Master. If you hadn’t have been in the battle, the sound his skull made as it connected with the floor, would have made you cringe and sick to your stomach.
Looking around the room, what was once the immaculately gorgeous Great Hall, your ears ringing, you started to tend to the injured. You prepared yourself with studying medical journals and shadowing Madame Pomfrey for this very reason. You had basic medic skills, considering who you were friends with and with the threat of war, at the time, becoming all the more real, you studied more and for longer.
During the time it took, from the first break of sunlight to the Hall being cast in a golden hue, you had tended to a range of injuries. As small as disinfecting cuts to something as painful as wrapping broken ribs.
Hermione and Ginny had made their way over to you both to seek medical treatment and to make sure you were alright. The younger ginger had hugged you tightly, when you had wrapped her wrist securely in bandage, burying her head into your neck for comfort and to bawl her sorrows out; Hermione huddled close to the pair of you, offering her support with a gentle hand rubbing Ginny’s back.
The three of you stood there for a while. Basking in the peace and emotional comfort of each other. Long enough for Ginny to wipe her eyes and gather her wits once more, before taking a deep breath and headed over to her family.
Hermione stayed with you, her arm hooked through yours, supporting each other as you observed the room. “Hey, ‘Mione?” You whispered, your strength was slowly depleting and the strain had made it difficult to talk at a normal level.
“Hmm?” She too was experiencing the drain of energy. Unable to really formulate a sentence without effort.
Both of you standing with your weight balanced against the other.
“Are you and Ron together now?”
She snorted, emotions were taught and laughter was a foreign concept at the moment but a small twitch of her lips gave way to the beginnings of a smile, “yeah, I think so.”
“That’s good.”
“Yeah.”
“I told you so.”
“Oh, Y/N.” Hermione drawled, a small smile now on her lips. “What about you and Draco?”
Your response was a small shrug, worry tightening its chains around your heart as you admitted, “I haven’t seen him since before all…this.”
“If it helps, I think I can see him across the room.” Your eyes darted over everyone in the Hall which was thoroughly packed with people. Quickly, your eyes landed on a strikingly blonde head of hair in the direction Hermione had gestured to.
From this distance you observed, scanning his body, as much of it as you could from where you were, for any obvious injuries and wounds. With a deep breath that exhaled as a heavy sigh, you couldn’t see anything.
“Go to him.” Was the quiet prompt you received in your ear. A quick glance back to Hermione, ensuring she would be okay, she pushed you on.
Your feet wouldn’t run as your steps were already heavy from exhaustion.
No one stopped you as you passed them, nor did you want them to.
Your tired brain could only focus on its task, getting to Draco. Cheering your limbs to keep moving. You were nearly there.
Narcissa met your gaze, a fleeting smile gracing her lips as she watched you approach before putting her hand on her son’s shoulder and encouraging him to look up.
His eyes lit up in a blaze of renowned emotion and his body rocketed up from where he was sat, rushing to wrap you up in a tight embrace.
Your arms wrapped themselves around his neck, holding him in place. His own had secured themselves around your waist and along your back.
You were embracing each other so tightly, so securely that for a moment, no one could tell what was Draco and what was you.
With a hiccup, Draco lifted his head, gently resting his forehead against yours, your noses brushing and eyes locked together. A lone tear fell down your cheek as Draco took a deep breath to steady himself, “I love you.”
A smile bloomed on your face, “as I love you. No regrets, Draco. None.” Declared with finality from your soul, sealed with a kiss.
A promise for the both of you that no matter what happened in the past, what had only juststoppedhappening, and what will happen, will be done because neither one of you would carry regrets into your future together.
It was not an immediate fix. No one overcomes the turmoil of a War overnight.
It was a promise between the two of you, only.
One that would help you both to heal. To move on. To grow and to mature.
To live.
To be happy.
“No regrets.”
Christmas Memories
Day 2
Again, another day ticking down the clock ‘til Christmas!
Anyone x Reader
[~]
After a day of responsibilities, you were tired.
The run of Christmas films on TV were the most appealing thing you had seen all day.
Even the housework that needed to be done, you decided could be done later…or…maybe tomorrow…
A couple hours, when another set of adverts appeared on the screen between films, a good time to pick out your bakery books to find the best recipes you wanted to bake this month. Some cookies, mince pies? Brownies? Christmas chocolate roll?
After a substantial amount of time and another film later, your list had grown immensely…and now…too many options were available and you needed to spend time narrowing down your list.
Tomorrow’s job.
Just enjoy the rest of the marathon.
Christmas Memories
Day 1
Not requested or anything, just little plot bunnies making themselves known whilst I’ve been watching Christmas films.
Zak Bagans x Reader
[~]
When you woke up on the morning of December First, a giddiness took over as you surveyed your home during your morning routine.
By the time you sat down for breakfast, you already had a good idea of which Christmas decorations were going where.
The only thing you wanted to do was have everything sorted before your boyfriend returned home from work. Not because he doesn’t like Christmas, but because he said that it’s too early.
The excitement grew as you started to bring out the first box.
By the time lunch rolled around the largest decorations were up and sorted and a few of the smaller ornaments had been positioned, leaving a small number of them left to be put out.
All that was really left to put up was the tree and decorative lights.
Though, for those, you were going to wait for Zak to return… Seeing as he lived in the house also. Would be nice for him to participate and not see the aftermath of your excitement.
Shoot, you even felt like getting Gracie a new collar which is Christmas themed, maybe even a jacket? She is definitely going to be getting a haul of treats to unwrap but she always gets those.
Taking a picture of the room, you posted them on social media, ensuring that you tagged Zak into all of the pictures.
“While the man is out of the house, I’m in control. December 1st? MERRY CHRISTMAS!”
