#found this in the dusty corners of my drafts lol

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I'm a simple dm, I see my players get attached to an NPC, I make them do bad things or put them in danger

[desiredmalfoy]

Love Lost (D.M. x Reader)

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Universe: No Voldy but still pain in this story.

Genre: Angst! And more Angst!

Word Count: 1.3k

Summary: The reader feels like she’s losing Draco to Astoria. Does he still love her? Will he fix it?

Warning: Some bad words? Not too many.

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(Credit to the gif owner)

I was in a mood for angst today lol. After having writers block for so long I finally came up with this. Hopefully I can finish my wips, ships and requests soon! Let me know if you want a part 2

You usually didn’t have a problem with any of Draco’s friends. Sure, some of them could be real idiots but for the most part they were nice to you. But you had recently ran into a problem, and her name was Astoria Greengrass. She was Daphne’s little sister who painfully obviously had a crush on your boyfriend. You hated seeming like an over jealous girlfriend, so you didn’t know how to truly react to this.

He had begun to spend more time with her after she had practically begged him for help in potions. She had come up to him in the common room when you were studying and pleaded with him for help. Her eyes seemed to sparkle when he finally agreed.

He seemed reluctant at first but ultimately agreed. He had said to you, “I’m only helping her so that she doesn’t tell her parents I refused. Last thing I need is my parents' comments.”

It had started innocent, he would help her twice a week in the library. As the weeks progressed, they were hanging out more and more often. He would finish quidditch practice and then meet her in the common room. Telling you that he would see you later but later never came.

He had even forgotten one of your dates. He apologized profusely and promised to make it up to you. He didn’t, he forgot too.

One date became two and then you lost count. You were tired of being disappointed.

You had walked into the common room after spending the evening studying with Pansy. All your friends had gotten together to study for an upcoming potions exam. All except Draco who didn’t show up. After walking in, that’s when you saw the two of them sitting in a corner table of the common room. You felt your stomach drop. Your mouth began to dry up and it felt sticky. You didn’t know how to react.

“What an arse”, Pansy mumbled to you. She reached for your hand to give it as squeeze. Letting you know she’s there for you. She had heard you complain all the time, she knew the pain you felt. And she was over seeing you getting walked over.

“Oh looks who’s here (y/n)! We finally found him!” Pansy exclaimed dramatically. This caused the two of them to break from their world and turn to the two of you.

“What do you mean Parkinson?” Draco asked, breaking the silence in the room. The air felt stifling. Astoria only looked up at you and Pansy, not making a comment.

“We were all meant to study together.” Pansy answered bluntly. “Did you forget that too Malfoy?”

“What the bloody hell do you mean?”

“You seem to forget everything as of late” You got the courage to speak up suddenly, beating Pansy. You glanced over at her as she gave you an encouraging look.“ I mean you always seem to forget our dates.”

The lump in your throat grew more and more by the second.

“Babe I-”

“I’m getting quite tired. It’s been a long steady session. I’ll see you all tomorrow.” You interrupted him, stopping him before he spoke. You had enough of this and the last thing you needed was for them to see you cry.

You let go of Pansy's hand and adjusted the strap of your bag. You made your way towards your dorm, trying to get out of there as fast as possible.

You walked into your dorm, slamming it shut. You threw your book bag across the room. Letting out some of the anger you felt. You grabbed a pillow from your bed and threw it at the door. You threw yourself onto your bed, frustrated beyond belief. The door opened and revealed the last person you wanted to see.

“What are we exactly”, you asked bluntly as he walked into your dorm. Draco looked at you confused as he looked towards you.

“What do you even mean?”

“I mean I don’t feel like your girlfriend anymore.” You rolled your eyes at his lack of comprehension. “You barely want to be around me it seems. I haven’t seen you in days Draco but you know who has? Astoria.”

“Don’t be bloody ridiculous (y/n). She’s my friend and nothing more. You’re overreacting.” It was his turn to roll his eyes at you.

You stood up suddenly and went to stand face to face with you. “Really? A friend is someone who’s super touchy with you? Someone who openly flirts with you?”

“She’s my friend! You’re just jealous!” His face was becoming redder with anger.

“You’re so draft Draco!” You threw your hands up in anger. Your voice rising slightly in pitch as you kept on getting angrier. “Everyone can see it! Hell, even Crabbe asked me if I was even still your girlfriend. You know how bloody obvious it has to be for that git to see it?”

“You know you wouldn’t like it if it was another guy treating me the way Astoria is with you.”

“She doesn’t like me!” He yelled, frustrated at the situation and at himself. Because it was finally dawning on him what a horrible boyfriend he had been these past few weeks. “And it doesn’t matter if she did because I don’t like her! Please understand that (y/n)!”

“Yes it does! Because you don’t set any boundaries and let her do whatever. You let her think you’re interested. And not one time do you stop & think about me.”

“You have forgotten our dates! You literally left me all alone waiting for you in the astronomy tower because you never showed.” You continued your rant and Draco stayed silent at your outburst. He stared at you with wide eyes and shock. He had never seen you like this.

“Did you know I’m not doing the best on potions anymore? I’m struggling and you don’t seem to care Draco. But sure, as long as Astoria is passing it’s okay I guess.” You were crying at this point as you continued you’re rant. Tears freely flowing from your cheeks. You hated crying, you hated seeming weak.

Draco attempted to wipe the tears from your cheeks but you moved away. Not wanting him to touch you right now. You let out a deep breath, voice quivering. “I don’t know how much more I can handle. My heart can’t take much more.”

“What do you mean darling? I love you. Please (y/n), I love you so much. I never wanted to hurt you.”

“I think you’re a little too late for that.”

“Please. Please think about this. I’m so sorry.” He was now starting to cry himself, something that was rare for him. He didn’t just cry for anyone. But his tears didn’t take away the hurt he had caused.

“You’ve broken my trust. You’ve hurt me. It’s going to take more than saying I’m sorry to let this all go.”

“I’ll do anything love.”

“You have to see where your heart lies. If you do actually love me, you’ll have to gain my trust back Draco.”

“Babe…” he grabbed your cheeks titling your head to look at him in the eyes. Both your eyes shining from the tears. “I’ll do that and so much more.”

“For the sake of our relationship, I hope you mean it. But I think I need some time to myself tonight and maybe tomorrow too.” You grabbed his hands, taking them away from your face. You gave them a slight squeeze before letting them go. Hoping that this wouldn’t be the last time you held them.

He left without saying another word. As you watched him walk out of your dorm, you dropped to the floor. Letting all the emotions of the past weeks flowing out. All the hurt, all the sadness and all the angry flowing down your cheeks.

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Butterflies 🦋: Part 2

Trigger Warnings: Descriptions of fighting, Gore, Blood, Mentions of Death, Angst, Fluff, Swearing, etc.

Word Count: 3,993

Summary: Y/N and Esmeralda are left to look after things and are planning for the wedding, meanwhile Bonnie and his father are on yet another perilous mission for Thomas Shelby.

Requested: Nah

A/N: I’ve worked on this in my drafts for days cuz my motivation has been super shitty recently so I hope this doesn’t suck as much as I think it does lol. I appreciate all the feedback on these fics and stuff though, it means the world. <3

Part 1 | Part 2

Aberama and Bonnie’s footsteps echoed over the expanse of hallowed ground, the leaves crunching as they walked through the brisk morning air, causing the hair on the back of their necks to stand on edge. In the distance Tommy and his brothers were standing near a tombstone, the thick fog eerily clearing where he stood as they got closer. He wore his usual dusty black coat and had his peaked cap sitting perfectly atop his head. 

“Now that you all are here, I say it’s about time we get this over with aye?” He asked, his icy gaze piercing Bonnie’s.

“Where are they Tom? Are we bait now?” Aberama asked, frustration lacing his voice.

“No. They told me to meet them here. If you look off to the distance they dug a grave, for us. We won’t go in there though, not today.” He said, taking a drag from his cigarette. 

“Do you have your men positioned behind the trees?” Tommy asked.

“Yes. We have 5 men, not much but they’re good shots.” Bonnie said.

“Good.” Tommy said, turning around and scanning the tree line.

A shot rung out down near the grave suddenly, causing Tommy, his brothers, and Bonnie and Aberama to duck behind the nearby tombstones.

Tommy got his machine gun and loaded it expertly, taking aim where the shot came from as Aberama did the same. Bonnie looked out from the side of the decaying gray stone in front of him, his hands shaking slightly.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw John aim for someone to the side of them. John missed the first time, making him have to stop and reload. Without thinking, Bonnie quickly aimed and steadied his breathing, pretending it was similar to hunting for his own sake. He watched the mans movements in the distance like he would a deer, estimating the best angle and time to shoot.

With a single pull of the trigger, the bullet flew through the air and hit the man in the chest as he turned, giving Bonnie an easy shot in the end.

John looked back and nodded at him before aiming again, this time at the three men barreling towards them.

Aberama looked on as they came running and then stuck his finger in the air, moving it in a swift motion, signaling their men to shoot.

Shots rang out seemingly from all sides, as the three men tried to make it past the hail of bullets, but none of them escaped, falling with an audible thud on the near-frozen ground.

A whistle then came from the distance, giving the gruesome scene before them an eerie feeling.

“It’s those damn Billy Boys again... We have to take them out. Wait for my orders.” Tommy said, changing his clips and looking on ahead.

The Billy Boys sang loudly as they marched forward clutching their guns. The rest of the men from the troublesome gang were close behind them.

“I count 4 men from the gang, and 5 Billy Boys...” John said over their singing.

“Alright, Arthur you stay with me, Bonnie you take the right, Aberama you take the left. John you back Bonnie up.” He said, loading the last of the bullets into his machine gun.

With a deep breath Tommy got the unruly lead member, Jimmy McCavern, in his sights and steadied himself like he did in the war.

“In the bleak midwinter...” He muttered quietly under his breath, before taking his shot.

Back at the camp, Y/N and Esmeralda helped plan the wedding down to the last details. They excitedly talked about the food and music they’ll have and Bonnie’s younger sisters even helped Y/N learn some of the dances they traditionally did.

As the day went on, the sun started poking through the trees in dancing golden beams as they prepared lunch, adjusting the portions since most of the men were gone.

Y/N sat down and looked into the crackling flames of the bonfire, letting the warmth soothe her cold skin.

“You okay love?” Esmeralda said, a concerned look on her face as she stirred the kettle over the flames.

“Yeah...just worried ya know? It’s not easy being here without him.” Y/N said running her finger over the small diamond ring.

“They know what they’re doing. They’ll be back. If not, me and you will just have to go over there ourselves.” She said with a wink. Y/N smiled and gathered some bowls, finally working up a somewhat decent appetite after all the cleaning and wedding preparations earlier in the morning.

She and the remaining people there all sat around, talking about random things and discussing their plans for the wedding decorations and music, some asking her opinion, others excitedly showing her jewelry or clothing she could borrow.

“I’d get to resting if I were you Y/N who knows, they may be home later.” Esmeralda said, draping a blanket over your shoulders. She didn’t realize that she had been going nonstop all day, partly to relish in her excitement, and partly to take her mind off how her fiancé was off fighting in one of Thomas Shelby’s little battles.

“That’s true. I’ll go do that I guess...wake me if you need help.” Y/N said before going into the forest green vardo. Her head hit the pillow and she reluctantly closed her eyes, wanting to sleep but not wanting to wake later in fear of getting her hopes up.

Shots rang out in the graveyard, the cold air a bleak afterthought as the bullets pierced through the fog and into the men’s flesh.

Tommy ducked as Aberama took over, shooting two of the 5 Billy Boys. Meanwhile Arthur fought a fourth one who ran off towards the tree line. Jimmy struggled to breathe, choking on his own blood on the frozen dirt as the last of the Billy Boys ran towards Bonnie and John.

Bonnie shot quickly, aiming for the mans head, missing just by a hair. John then shot, hitting him in the shoulder. But before Bonnie could finish him off, he felt a sharp pain in his arm, blood trickling down as he stared at the smoking gun a few feet in front of him. John shot him dead while Bonnie retreated behind the tombstone for a moment to assess his wound. It was bleeding pretty badly and he hissed as the pain tore through his arm as he tied some cloth around it.

“Bonnie are you okay?!” His father yelled as he ran over to him and ducking by a nearby tombstone as well.

“Missed an artery but still bleeding pretty bad. He was a terrible shot, I’ll be fine.” He said, winking at his father slightly before checking the clip in his gun. Aberama took a long glance at him and then at the other 4 men who were no doubt doing business with the now-deceased Billy Boys.

They nervously ran towards Tommy who was aiming again and Aberama watched as Arthur stood in a bloody mess over the last of the Billy Boy bodies.

“Take them out.” Tommy yelled.

Aberama signaled again as Bonnie and John shot at the men, their shots piercing through two of them while the other two managed to almost get to Tommy, a bullet whizzing past his head before the pair were shot by the men in the tree line.

As the last of the bodies dropped, an eerie silence fell over Tommy and the rest.

They all worked together, painstakingly dragging the bodies to the grave that was dug, only to be stopped in their tracks by an odd object in the center of the hole.

“Stop! Don’t throw them in. Get back!” Tommy yelled.

“What is it Tom?” Arthur said as he watched his brothers gears turning frantically in his head.

“A bomb.” He said loudly.

“Everyone get back, do we have anything not valuable...and heavy?” He asked the group.

“We have our guns...but...we need them Tom.” John said.

“We can get more. Give them to me, every one of you.” He said.

Aberama reluctantly let his go, as did Bonnie and Tommy’s brothers followed suit.

Tommy gathered them all, including his in his arms and stood near the edge of the grave.

“Everyone go. Now.” He said.

“What? No of course not! Are you mad?” John yelled.

“Fucking go. That’s an order. Now!” He said, his eyes piercing his brothers.

They swallowed hard and took a look at their brother before running towards the fragile shelter of the tombstones with Aberama and Bonnie following.

Tommy took a few steps back, checking the weight of the guns in his arms before closing his eyes and whispering to himself once again, the images of Grace and Charlie playing in his mind before he got a running start, chucking the guns at the center of the hole and desperately running for his life.

In the 30 seconds it took for the guns to make an impact, the ground rumbled around the bodies of the men they killed and eventually erupted in a loud fiery boom, sending their limbs flying and Tommy slamming into the ground, covering his head in a desperate attempt to save himself.

As the dirt, debris, and blood fell down on him, the others watched nearby as the gross mixture rained down on them as well.

Tommy got up slowly, his ears ringing loudly and vision blurring as he held his arm, wincing at the deep cut that came from some of the debris.

“Fucking hell he’s alive...” John said in disbelief. Tommy always found a way to cheat death, in some twisted way.

As he limped slightly to the men, he lit a cigarette, bringing it to his muddy, blood stained lips.

“I’ll deliver your guns and your payment. Tell your men you all are free to go. Thank you for the help Mr. Gold.” He said looking at Aberama as blood dripped down his arm.

“They better be good guns because we’ll need them Mr. Shelby. Let us know when you need us and we’ll be there, if the pay is right of course.” He said.

“It’ll be right, you’ll see.” He said, before waving them off and inspecting his arm.

Bonnie and Aberama slowly walked off after saying goodbye, leaving the gory scene behind them as they walked through the damp grass, the sun glowing in the autumn afternoon. The fog had cleared, revealing the true mess they’d made.

“You’ll need to get that cleaned up before Y/N sees ya know...she’ll kick your ass.” One of their men said, chuckling.

“Oh I will. She’ll kick my ass regardless, because she hates that I’m gone.” He said.

“You’ll see her soon my boy, soon.” Aberama said as they walked down the muddy road and to their horses.

Y/N awoke to yet another empty spot beside her, making her heart drop slightly as she assumed the worst.

Wrapping a blanket around her shoulders and stepping out of the vardo, she walked towards the bonfire which was going strong thanks to Bonnie’s sisters.

“They’re not back Y/N, don’t worry though they’ll be here I’m sure of-“ His younger sister started to say before being cut off by the sound of hooves in the distance.

“It’s them!” She said before getting up with her sister, including Esmeralda.

Y/N joined them as they walked towards the slightly worn path that lead out of the camp and waited. Her eyes darting between everyone. When the men stopped and got off their horses, and that’s when she saw him.

They were all covered in dirt and god knows what, blood and debris covering their hair and clothes. But he stood out amongst the men, having a bright red cloth wrapped around his arm.

Y/N’s eyes grew wide as she walked towards him quickly, hoping he wasn’t hurt too badly.

She didn’t say anything though, just ran into his arms, doing all she could not to hurt him.

“Told you I’d come back my love...” He said smiling down at her, exhausted.

“Are you okay?” Y/N asked, trying to look at his arm.

“Just a bullet to the arm, I’ll need to get it looked at though. I’m okay love I promise.” He said, looking into her eyes before bringing his lips to hers.

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.” She said, taking his hand and leading him to one of the logs near the bonfire.

“Sit here I’ll be back.” She said, getting a pail of water, some fresh cloth, and alcohol.

“Need any help?” Aberama asked, walking over as she laid the items out.

“Yes please.” She said grinning as she moved Bonnies sleeve out of the way and carefully unwrapped the blood soaked cloth.

“You have a knife?” Y/N asked.

“Always, here you go. Bonnie bite down on this cloth here alright?” He said shoving a dark cloth in his mouth.

Y/N had helped Aberama a couple of times before when some of the men came back from hunting or getting into fights, so she hoped she could at least dislodge a bullet.

She carefully used the tip of the knife to feel around, cutting a bit to fit her finger into the hole, grabbing the bullet quickly. Bonnie grunted in pain as she did so, and only got louder as she poured the alcohol into the wound.

“Here’s this, remeber that stitch I showed you dear?” Aberama asked. Y/N nodded and put the handle of the knife in her mouth, brows furrowing in concentration while she stitched him up.

She took the knife and cut a clean strip of cloth and tied it around his arm, wiping her hands in the water as she did her hands of the crimson mess. Bonnie took the cloth out of his mouth and composed himself a bit as he watched her clean up and come back with another bowl of water and soap.

“Sorry my love, I know that hurt.” She said caressing his cheek.

“It’s alright, I’m glad you helped me out lord knows no would’ve bled out if we didn’t get back soon.” He said.

“I know...do you want to talk about it?” She asked, bringing the wet cloth to his face, clearing it of all the dirt and blood.

“I don’t want to cause you any stress love. But I’m here and that’s all that matters.” He said, drying his face and hands and then bringing Y/N in close.

“Did you all have fun planning the wedding?” He asked.

“Yes! I think you’re going to love what we’ve picked out. I also learned some of the dances thanks to your sisters...” Y/N said looking up at him as she rested her head on his shoulder.

“Oh really? Do you think you could take on my dad? He’s the best dancer of us.” He said chuckling.

“I’ll have to bribe him to dance huh. This will be fun...I can’t wait to marry you Bonnie Gold.” Y/N said kissing him as the sun set over the flames of the fire, the night growing colder as time went on.

“Let’s get some sleep love, you need it. We have a big day tomorrow.” She said winking at him, getting up and carefully walking to their vardo.

Bonnie smiled and got up, following behind her and up into the vardo where the warm bed awaited them.

The birds chirped loudly the next morning, stirring Y/N awake. She ran her hand over her small bump while looking out the little window, her eyes going to the new sights before her. She giggled to herself as she got up carefully, slipping on her robe and slippers before stepping out of the vardo.

“Have you been up all night decorating?” She asked, a playful grin on her lips as she questioned Esmeralda who was finishing up throwing petals on the ground.

“What...? No....” She said, giggling as Y/N came over, giving her a hug.

“It looks beautiful. Thank you so much for all this...” Y/N said looking at the lamps placed all around the cleared open space, the only things out were wooden seats set up with the petals all over the ground, and a small platform that was covered in various flowers.

“Now I know Bonnie is asleep, but I wanted to help you get ready for the big day, and I don’t want him to see you until it’s time to say “I do” alright? He’ll be so surprised it’ll be great.” Esmeralda said excitedly.

“Should I wake him at least?” Y/N asked as Esmeralda led her to her vardo.

“No. Aberama will take care of him, you’ll be with me alllll day!” She said, having Y/N sit on her bed while she got out a dress. It was a white lace dress that flowed almost down to the floor.

“Wait you want me to wear that? Is...isn’t that...” Y/N trailed off.

“The one you saw in Small Heath? Yes. I remember when we went to the shops just looking around for fun. And well, you’ll know why I got it, soon.” She said mischievously.

“Oh I love it! I can’t believe it. Oh my I’ll pay you back I swear it.” Y/N said giving her a hug.

Esmeralda giggled as she broke from her embrace to help Y/N slip on the dress. She zipped it up and led her over to a small mirror where she could move it around to see it at various angles. It hugged her small bump which was slightly more prominent now unlike in her other loose fitting clothes.

“I’m gonna be racking my brain all night for how you got this just so you know. This is fucking beautiful.” Y/N said twirling around slightly.

“Bonnie will love it. We got him a suit too. You’ll see.” She said winking. After Y/N got situated she sat patiently while the girls did her hair and makeup, giving her a bold red lip.

After they finished that, Y/N helped them get all dressed up as well in various colored dresses and jewelry.

“Here, I forgot these.” One of the younger sisters said, pinning gold earrings to Y/N’s ears and placing a gold necklace around her neck. It complimented the dress nicely, the suns rays bouncing off the jewels and the sparkling dress.

After one more look in the mirror she felt tears prick at her eyes, threatening to fall. She felt beautiful for the first time in so long, and she was so excited to start this new chapter, never thinking she’d make it this far because of her past home-life. She sighed, thinking about how her parents should be there, but she looked at the women before her and realized she had all the family she needed right there in this small forested area, and she couldn’t be happier.

“You okay?” Esmeralda said rubbing her back lightly.

“Yeah...I’m just so excited, and happy, it’s also a bit terrifying if I’m honest.” She said wiping her eyes gently, not wanting to ruin her makeup.

“This is going to be one of the best nights of your life Y/N, just wait.” She said giving her a reassuring hug.

“I don’t know where I’d be without any of you. I love you guys so much.” Y/N said smiling and hugging them before taking a deep breath and stepping out of the vardo.

She felt the cool ground on her feet, not wanting to wear heels as they’d just sink in the damp earth. She was carefully led behind the vardo to an elaborately colored curtain that hung between two of the trees. Esmeralda placed a string of flowers in her hair before going to her seat, and she saw Aberama in a nice suit walking up to her.

“Are you ready?” He asked, a gentle smile playing across his lips.

“Yes.” She said quietly, nervously holding onto his arm as he walked her through the curtain and down towards the flower covered platform.

Some of the people who lived in the camp played instruments as she walked, the music filling the air as she looked out and saw all of the people she’s gotten to know there over the past year, and saw Tommy and the other blinders among the guests, watching her as she made her way to Bonnie. She looked at him with a huge grin as he watched her walk with his father up onto the platform, the blinders friend Jeremiah acting as the officiant off to the side of them. Aberama let go of her arm and hugged her gently and patted Bonnie on the back before heading to his seat.

“You look absolutely beautiful my love.” He said smiling down at her.

“You don’t look too bad yourself.” She said looking up at him, her eyes searching his.

As Jeremiah concluded the ceremony, everyone cheered, the loud music consuming their ears as they kissed.

They then waded through the small crowd, Bonnie introducing Y/N to various people he knew that came in from other areas. But Y/N had a sneaky suspicion whilst chatting with them. Tommy was eyeing them in the distance as she spoke to some of Bonnies friends, making her a bit uneasy. She knew he wasn’t as bad as he had been made out to be, but she couldn’t help feel nervous and Bonnie could tell.

“Hey let me introduce you to them better than I did last time aye?” He said taking her hand and leading her over to them. Tommy’s face faltered from his usual grimace to a warm smile as they approached.

“Mr. and Mrs. Gold....congratulations.” He said shaking Bonnies hand and kissing the top of yours.

“I told you we’d pay you back right...didn’t I Aberama?” He asked playfully, eyeing Aberama as he stood next to her.

“Indeed, thank you for everything, Mr. Shelby.” He said before excusing himself.

Esmeralda came over shortly after, making the interaction less awkward.

“Thank you so much Mr. Shelby. The dress, the lights, everything’s beautiful!” She said winking at Y/N.

“Wait....” Y/N said, as she looked at Tommy with a genuine smile, surprised he’d help them with something like this.

“I should be thanking you as well Mr. Shelby, I don’t see why you went to the trouble though. That was very thoughtful.” She said.

“Your husband and father in law have helped me a lot recently with the business as you know, and I figured I’d give our best fighter something as a bit of a thank you. Don’t worry about paying anything back though love, I insist you keep the dress, for memories sake.” He said.

Y/N grinned as she looked up at Bonnie who held her hand in his. As the night drug on, you two departed from the Shelby’s and went to the source of the music, nervously stepping out with him to dance.

“Oh I’m so nervous...what if I fall?” Y/N said, clutching onto his hand as he spun her around. His sisters were near her dancing like they’d taught her.

“I’ll catch you.” He said before picking up the pace with the beat, everyone cheering as they both danced near the bonfire. Y/N remembered to transition to the other people and so she went to Esmeralda who giggled as they danced around, linking arms with each other and then eventually made her way back to Bonnie.

“Bon...?” She said, smiling up at him.

He grinned at her, her eyes sparkling as the sun set around them.

“Yeah?”

“I...I mean-we love you. Always will...” She said as she caressed his cheek, the music slowed down as their movements came to a stop.

“I love you both too, more than all the stars in the sky.” He said.

The small crowd cheered as they shared a kiss, ending the dance as the light died down around them, surrounded only by family and friends and the sparkling night sky above.

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My Magnus Opus

This was MEANT to be my magnus opus.....and then after writing out a first draft I got bored, another project for the shelf lol. THIS IS A LOT SORRRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

Chapter 1 - Prologue: “They’re here, man the posts!” Came the screams of Lord Arenauld sharply cutting along the wind, floating through the jagged sails to the rest of the fleet, rising and bowing with each flow of the waves. The Lord stood stout upon the deck of the main ship. His body was large and bloated with years of plenty, a common side-effect of nobility in the kingdoms, as was his lavish brown beard. It hung above his knees, gravity straining to pull it firmly down towards the ground. By Arenaulds side, beneath the thick grey cloak protecting him from the oncoming storm hung a silver object that could only be the hilt of a sword. It’s hilt adorned with a crimson mixture of stones which seemed to pierce any tranquility and peace felt, twisting those feelings into an unnerving sense of loss sifting through one's body.

The horns began to sound as a reply to the king's call, bodies rushing back and forth, a cacophony of sound screeching with each individual slide upon the deck. Panting, a much smaller figure strode up to the Lord. It’s beady eyes surveyed the scene around them, spying the distant figures approaching, understanding now why the fateful warning had been called. Through the thickly strewn black sea fog surrounding the entourage, the moon glistened upon the bows of the oncoming ships, spread thinly across the horizon. Pirates.

The Lord snapped into action. “Harbrin, go find Sord below deck, I’ll grab the others.” The panting small figure nodded swiftly, giving up on his attempt to speak over the rain striking his face. Harbrin was a fragile man, he seemed at first to be of no use in a fight and that assumption would be correct. Instead of preparing for the onslaught, he rushed beneath the deck to fulfil his task, each step a battle against the tide.

As the servant rushed through the maze of halls beneath the ships, Arenauld flashed out his blade, waiting for the attackers, continuing to call out orders. The ships' measly armed guards stood ahead of him, their leather padding peeling from years of wear. Each weapon had orange, speckles of rust branching out like fungus, if it were any other situation it would be seen as art, but in these mists it was only yet another weakness the Pirates could exploit. Swords drawn, the enemy closing in, the meagre group stood ready on the ships side, Arenauld leading the line. His heart pumping, his wife and newborn child still in his castle, their chests rising and falling as they slept in the grand bedchambers, cuddled in the safety of their smooth sheets. The thought overwhelmed his pounding head. He could not leave the world here, for their sake.

A ferocious torrent of flames trimming away at the wooden planks so precariously nailed together, shuddered the corridor Harbrin found himself traversing below the battle between the two. The enemy stalked closer each moment, their ashen flags held aloft, flying frantically in the air, now each figure lined upon the other vessel was almost visible in the halflight. Cannons began to fire. Moving to a slight opening, a slim crack of an open doorway, he shouldered his body against the door, forcing it open in one. Laying before him were three young children, two young ones which could have been no more than eighteen months old, twins.  They sparkled in a cot adorned with all kinds of gemstones, shining brightly in the fires and explosions barely a few feet outside their window.

Harbrin, however, ignored this couple, moving quickly, his face still panting, towards the far corner of the room, to another door, opening it softly. Sat, his face nuzzled in a book, strumming from page to page, sat a slightly older boy, dusty blonde hair covered his small round face as he leaned into the ink before him. The faithful servant stood waiting for the boy to finish his moment before gently clearing his throat. 

“Master Sord, we must depart.” 

Growing more and more anxious, painfully waiting for Harbrin’s safe return with his child, Arenauld swung his silver blade into yet another foul creature, this one, however,  proved to be more of a challenge. His dark eyes perfectly masked by an eyepatch with a flamboyant hat supporting a golden flash of  feather flowing upon it, placed daintily upon the figures' locks of reddish hair, or was that because of the sheer bright crimson lights from the explosions trembling around them? As if on cue such an eruption sounded beside the combatants, forcing the round body of the Lord down to the hard wooden deck with an audible whimper. He was too old to be doing this anymore, yet he rose quickly, his weapon glistening as it stayed out, brandishing it with a fury as the fight ensued. The thick arms of the pirate kept up its barrage of assaults, one hand placed neatly behind his back, showboating, as he danced. Two steps forward. One step back. His singular eye strained open, watching intently as Arenauld began to slow.

Finally rushing out from the cavernous maze of corridors below deck, Harbrin, carrying his young companion surveyed the scene ahead of him. Whilst convincing the child to leave his toys behind, he watched a woman pick up the other two children, struggling to hold them both in his grasp, but it was not his job to help her. Keeping his own balance as yet another shudder almost threw him off guard, he was back on his way, following the protocol drilled into him. Each step further and further along the ship was a greater risk. Corpses flooding the ground in a red stained ice rink, hammers clattering into the bones of anyone in range, whimpers of the dying crying out for Harbrin’s help but help he could not. Completing his journey, the servant neared a small boat placed precariously on the side of the ship. It’s wooden planks taking on a bony shine as years of rot were beginning to take hold, the rope holding it in place worn thin, it would have to do. The oars by the side cracked, unfit for a Sunday row on a lake let alone taking on the shadowy depths thrashing at the ship, it would have to do. He gently placed the now whining child upon it’s skeletal frame, the booms of cannon fire echoing around, quivering the tiny vessel threatening to force it free. Sord’s wines continued, but Harbrin paid little attention, instead surveying the horrific scene around him. 

In clear view of Harbrin, the struggling frail woman he’d previously ignored burst from the depths. In each arm a child was clasping at her. He spied her, cautiously skipping through the bodies blanketing the floor holding her important packages with a firm grip. Harbrin stood stranded, watching as her feet were caught upon a loose arm, almost plunging her into the depths, a thick rag of a child slipping from her grasp, sliding in a cry along the deck. However, the woman, undeterred, continued her crazed ballet. One step left, a gentle glide right over the mutilated remains of some person’s serrated frame, before, the last child huddled against her bosom, finding an escape boat of herself, filled with the least butchered survivors of this escapade. Still, two figures remained upon the ship, each now soaked in his adversary's wounds, weapons a whirl as they continued to flatter upon each other.

Arenauld had little left. Every gasp met with the metallic taste of his own blood, every stab slashing against the cold hard winds,each moment pulling more and more life away from him. Gashes pulsing with black ooze and blood clung onto his arms, even so, he strained upwards. As those standing helplessly beside him were struck down, heaps of mangled forms twisting in agony, the Lord’s body finally gave up on the . With one last breath, one last look at his children upon the escape boats, one last wayward slash into emptiness, Arenauld plummeted. Both knees crumbled as the red-haired pirate’s sword slashed through him, carving away at the neck, the long beard falling from its previous position of nobility, the lengthy hair soaking up the splattered mix of bloody remains.  

The tightly strewn ropes finally gave in to the pressure, snapping as the escape boats detached, flailing down towards the waves. Spitting out a cracked tooth, the red-haired figure rose up, wiping his palm against the damp sweat clinging to his thick brow. Through a heavy breath, he listened out to the ends of battle, his gaze resting upon the fleeing boats disappearing out of sight as the oars slapped furiously against the waves. One boat in particular caught his interest, floating melancholically away from the others towards a thick silhouette of land stranded in the far distance, the body of a skinny figure and what seemed in the mist to be a child. Though intrigued, something grabbed his attention. Just along the torn planks of wood, as the explosions reached their tonic conclusion, a new sound pierced through the air. Its high scream of sound hypnotic rhythm, forcing those around it ever closer. He moved towards it cautiously. Nearing the sound, a crowd had gathered, the mix of legs, blood, eyes of the Pirate gang allowing their leader through. Each step tentative, he reached the noise, a ragged cloth laying in amongst the fallen souls, he began to unpeel it. Laying, just as he had expected, the red face of a bawling child stared back at him. A boy.

[orangejuice-y]

So I was digging through my notes to look for my chapter 3 draft and I found a very short snippet of a Halloween chapter I had planned. Obviously its not Halloween anymore, and re-reading it there is lots I want to change, so I figured I’d post what I had since it will no longer be part of the final draft of a Halloween chapter in its current state. Its still got its spelling errors and run on sentences, so you can see how I write a first draft, lol Enjoy! 

Oh and one of Beau’s two biggest fear is that Johnny Depp Charlie and The Chocolate Factory movie, for a bit of context, the other involving the Burners

Beau stumbled through the large steel doors, the weight of them casing them to slam shut behind her. She bent down, hands on her knees as she tried to catch her breath. Something wasn't right. She had go find Mike and the others. But as she straightens again she stiffened at what she saw. She was in that factory. She hadn't even realized she was running in its direction, but her heart skipped a beat as her eyes scanned the vaguely familiar room, though it was decrepit instead of being full of life like in the movies. Cobwebs swung from every dark corner. The only light in the building was the dim light shining from Motorcity through the factories windows, which were cracked and shattered. She took a small step forward, leaving footprints in the dust and grime that coated the floor. 

In no time Beau's eyes had adjusted to the darkness, quickly widening as she recognized the room. The stairs, blocked by a small faded blue gate, leading down to a pale, dusty blue and white swirled floor, twisting into a dark hole in the ground.

"This is...the one where that rich girl went down the garbage chute..." She had never liked the girl, she was a brat, but she was thrown into an incinerator for it. Beau had to admit that it scared the shit out of her as a kid. But looking around that room now, it was truly befitting for Halloween. 

She stood at the top of the stairs that lead down to the funnel-like chute, the ground slowly swirling into a deep dark hole. She didn't know or want to know where it lead or how deep it was. Her eyes wandered to the gate in front of her, separating her from the stairs. The fence connected to it was falling apart, many of its bars having fallen off lying scattered around the hole if the chute. The gate, however, was intact still, though the blue paint had chipped, revealing it to be severely rusted. 

Beau jumped at a sound coming from behind her. It was almost mechanical, like an old machine waking up after years of inactivity. She quickly turned on her heel in a defensive stance, however, when she saw the faces of Julie, Texas, Dutch and Chuck she quickly relaxed.

"Oh, it's you guys. How'd you get here?"

They remained silent.

Beau gave them a confused glance to their hostile gaze but continued. "...Something is wrong wit-"

"She's still talking?" Dutch said, sounding surprised.

"Shocking isn't it?" Julie continued.

"Texas figured she'd get we don't like her."

Beau's eyes widened, half in shock, half confusion. "W-what? What do you mean?"

Chuck shot her a condescending glance. "She's apparently too dull to get that

[feartheophanim]

Oberon and Michael

 I wrote this based on... fuck... where’s the screen captures of the fucked up imbd page???  UGH.  Anyway, some one fucked up the imbd page for season 13.  It said Jensen Ackles was playing ‘Michael’ and Jared Padalecki was playing ‘Oberon’.  So, yeah, this happened. Expect: ~2k, destiel, twink!dean, possession/consent discussion, profound bond, alternate canon universe

@aromantic-dad @ambersagen @winjennster @mittensmorgul @castielnovak @dragonpressgraphics @hangsabove @deanandhiscas Lol.  Hi friends, long time no see. :D

“Alternate reality, my ass.  There’s alternate Cas, so we should be able to find alternate me.”  Dean trudged on through the dusty wasteland world.  He wiped his sleeve over his brow.

Sam shuffled to his side, using a hand to shield his eyes from the sun and sand.  “Alternate Bobby didn’t know us, Dean.  What makes you think that alternate Cas does?” 

Stopping short, Dean narrowed his eyes at Sam.  Because it’s Cas.  “It’s our best lead.”  He took back up walking with more fervor.  “If you have a better idea, get to sharing.”

Rounding a rocky protrusion of earth, they almost ran into a bunker door, no unlike their bunker, the MOL bunker.  Dean shoved a hand into his pocket for his keys.

“Do you think we’re actually going to be that lucky?”  Sam raised an eyebrow at his brother, before turning around and keeping watch.

Dean jammed the key into the lock.  “Well, I think that the universe owes us a win.”

“This is a different universe.”

“Yeah, well, take a look around.  The universe owes us too.”  

The key turned and the lock clicked open.  

Taking a sweeping look around, Dean pushed Sam into the bunker before closing the door immediately behind them.

“Sam?”  It was a Dean-voice, but it didn’t sound like Dean.  It sounded like Dean 10 years ago.  It sounded like when Sam was young.  “Sam, what are you doing here?  You shouldn’t be here; we need to stay on opposite sides of the world.”

In a rush and a tell-tale flutter of wings, Castiel was at Sam’s neck with an angel blade.

Immediately, Sam lifted his hands in a surrender.  “I’m not your Sam.”

“I know.”  Gravel.  Oh, sweet gravel.

“Cas?”  Dean rounded his brother to see alternate Cas.  He wore his usual trenchcoat, but, instead of Jimmy’s suit, he had a pressed military uniform.  Because everyone had been drafted.

“What is this?”  Alternate Cas looked back and forth between Dean and Dean.

Now that he could see himself, Dean could see why he sounded younger.  He was younger.  Alternate him stared up at him from a 20-year-old face.  It was like he was looking into an old photograph.  Alternate Dean’s eyes grew wide.  “Cas?  Cas what’s going on?  Are they shape-shifters?”

“No.”  Sam cleared his throat before continuing.  “We’re from another dimension.”

“Like we haven’t heard that before.”  Alternate Dean narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest.  

He was a twink.  Great, just great.  “How old are you?”  Dean couldn’t help it; they should’ve been born at the same time.  It shouldn’t be that different.  Bobby was Bobby-aged.  Cas’ vessel still looked the same age.

“38.”  Alternate Dean pursed his lips.  It was obscene.  He needed to not.  “Got hit by an age spell from one of Michael’s troops.  It’s a lot harder to die from old age if you don’t age in the first place.”

Dean chuckled.  “So, you’re going to look like that forever?”

Alternate Dean rolled his eyes and grabbed a beer off the table, taking a swig.  “Yeah, it’s a tragedy.”  He turned around, looking up at Dean through his lashes.  “Doesn’t get me any attention.”  He brought his beer to his lips, pursing them prettily.  

Yeah, to say Dean wasn’t turned on would be a lie, but he’d always been a fan of masturbation, so who could blame him?

Alternate Castiel let his weapon drop.  He still looked wary, but he gave them the benefit of the doubt, turning around to glare at alternate Dean.  “Stop that Dean.”

“What?”  Alternate Dean flopped down in the chair and stacked his feet on the edge of the table.  “It’s nice knowing I can defile Michael’s vessel so perfectly.”

Sam looked very uncomfortable in the my-brother-is-being-overtly-sexual sort of way.  Castiel looked to be uncomfortable too, but Dean was happy to realize it was more of a you-little-shit-stop-making-my-job-hard, and by ‘job’ he meant-

“But that doesn’t explain who you are or what you’re doing in my bunker.”  Alternate Dean placed the beer bottle on the table heavily, punctuating his sentence.

Dean swept a hand out.  “Just figured you could use some company.  It’s a hard knock life and all that.”  

This bunker was very similar to their bunker.  It looked to be a mirror image of theirs, but that probably more from the fact that it was a different MOL location to begin with.  The major difference was the amount of angel warding painted blatantly over the walls.  They overlapped.  There were old crackling ones; new still-wet ones.

“I like your art project.”  Waving a lazy finger around, Dean careful paced along the wall, looking at the sigils.  His lazy finger found it’s way to his alternate.  “So, Rapunzel looking for her night in shining armor?”  Dean raised an eyebrow.

Alternate Dean licked his lips and turned to alternate Cas.  “I already have one.”

Rolling his eyes, alternate Cas huffed before striding away toward the hallway.  He must’ve decided to trust them.  Awesome.

With alternate Cas gone, alternate Dean deflated and gazed after him for a long moment before letting out a long breath.

Sam moved from where he’d been pinned by the angel blade and slid into a chair across from alternate Dean.  He looked weirded out by this Dean’s age.  “So, you’re stuck in here?”

Shrugging, alt Dean pulled his feet from the table and shifted up to the open books and typewriter on the table.  “Yep.  I’m an angel vessel.  People want to kill me.  Angels want to enslave me.”

“You’ve held out for a long time, though.”  Sam leaned forward; he was very interested in the details he might glean from this conversation.  Leave it to Sam to make dimension-hopping into a learning experience.  “In not the best conditions, I might add.”

Alt Dean pulled a book toward him on the table.  It was like the fun had left the room with alt Cas.

Dean meandered around.  He looked more intently at some of the sigils he didn’t recognize.  God, was he making this into a learning experience?  

“I’ve just been in here, acting like a coward.”

“In here? For how long?”  

There was a pause then a deep breath.  “I don’t know.”  Alt Dean shook his head.  “I just don’t know anymore.  I try not to think about it.”  He took another long swig from his beer bottle.

“Well, what do you do in here?”  Sam leaned away and flickered his gaze around the room.

Alt Dean waved a hand at a pile of papers with typewriter script.  “A year or two ago, Cas dared me to make a record of current events, the newest gospel.”  He grabbed a corner of the stack and let them flip back down, the sound filling the silent space.  He slapped Sam’s hand when he reached for it.  “You don’t want to read it.”

Interesting, Dean went over to see it, taking a seat at the table too.

“There might be something to learn from it.”  Same tried again only to meet the same response.

“Half of it is porn.”  Alt Dean said with an bored expression.

Dean barked out a laugh.  “Nice!”  That time, he reached for it.  He wasn’t slapped.

Noticing, Sam made an indignant whining sound.  “What so he can read it?”

Shrugging, alt Dean tucked his hands behind his head and leaned back.  “If you’re anything like this universe’s Sam, then you don’t want to read it.”  He suddenly jolted forward to tap the edge of the papers Dean was holding, grabbing his attention.  “5 entire chapters in the Book of the Angel Michael are girl on girl, angelic-kinky sex.”

“Awesome.”  Dean flipped through the pages a little, trying to find that.

Sam shook his head.  “Anyway.”  He shook his head some more, like he was trying to dislodge water from his ear.  “Yeah, anyway, speaking of your universe’s Sam, where is he?”

“I don’t know.”  Alt Dean pressed his lips together before continuing.  “He’s out there somewhere.  Sometimes I hear the angels talk about him, well they talk about ‘the younger Winchester vessel’, but that’s all I get.”

“You hear the angels?”  Sam leaned in again.  

Alt Dean nodded.  “This,” he made a sweeping gesture to his body, “is Enochian magic.  I got upgraded.”  He played with the pages of the book closest to him on the table.  With his other hand, he tapped a finger to his temple.  “Got angel radio.  That’s how I keep a record of events.”

“Ah.”  Sam nodded along.  He opened his mouth to say something else, but then closed it.  He did it twice before alt Dean stepped in.

“You’re safe, safer than me.  What kind of brother would I be if I didn’t ensure that?”  He twiddled his fingers like he was lying.

At that, Dean let his hands go lack onto the table with the papers in them.  “So, where is he?”

“Well, a while back we had this great idea of being possessed by something else.  You know?  It would be a lot harder for Michael or Lucifer to possess us if we were already possessed.”  Alt Dean slid his eyes away.

Dean’s voice was harsher this time.  “So, where is he?”

Alt Dean remained silent, not looking at them.

“Lemme rephrase this for you,” Dean hummed, more for dramatic affect than anything else, “who’s parading around in my little brother?”

Alt Dean’s face looked even more pitiful because it was so young.  He looked like a kicked puppy when he finally squared his jaw and stared Dean back in the eyes.  “It was his idea.  Admittedly, he had planned on it being me, but... anyway... he’s possessed by Oberon.”

Silence passed between them.

Dean blinked a few times.  “Like, ‘King of the Fairies’ Oberon?”

Alt Dean nodded.

“Damn it, Sam!  I told you not to mess with the fairies.”  Dean glared at his brother.  Worse than anything else, Sam looked like he had been expecting that answer.  “Wait,” Dean held up a hand to Sam, “did you think that up too?  Some plan, Sam.”

“Well, obviously, I didn’t actually go through with it!”  Sam protested.  With that, the floodgate for Sam’s questions was opened.  “How did it work?  When did you do this?  How long has he been possessed?  Did he get tricked?  What was-”

“Woah, woah.”  Dean clapped a hand onto Sam’s shoulder.

Alt Dean looked relieved.  It must’ve been a long time since he’d dealt with his own Sam.  This must be like torture for him; it would be to Dean.

“Fine.”  Sam ran a hand through his hair, collecting his thoughts and composure.  “One question then.”

“Shoot,” both Deans said at once.

Sam nodded, like he was encouraging himself to ask his question.  “I know that my Dean,” he gestured like they weren’t all entirely sure which Dean he was talking about, “wouldn’t just hand me over to be possessed.  He’d be the one possessed; that’s just how he thinks.”  He paused.  “So, how is it that you’re not the possessed one?”

Taking a steadying breath, alt Dean stared at the table.  “He tried.  Oberon tried to possess me.  Let’s just...” He looked back up, clenching his jaw for a second.  “Let’s just say that I have consent issues.”

At that second, alt Cas returned.  He looked cleaner, but Dean was pretty sure that he hadn’t been washing up.  Here, Castiel was still powered up by angel juice and could just poof away grime.

Dean turned back to alt Dean.  He wanted to see if he could pull anything more from him about this Oberon thing; it might be important to them some day.  He wasn’t sure what all he was supposed to be doing in this universe, but maybe he’d have to meet Oberon-Sam at some point.  He’d really like to be prepared for that.

But, it wasn’t going to happen.  Alt Dean’s attention was completely stolen by alt Cas’ return.  Almost under his breath, he mumbled, “... and something else is in my head.”

Hoping that Sam hadn’t heard that, Dean flicked his gaze toward his brother by the corner of his eye.  Unfortunately, Sam had caught the last bit; he was sitting their with his mouth moving over the words silently, his brain busy trying to give them meaning.

Dean knew what his alternate self meant immediately though.  He probably wouldn’t have if he’d met him 4 days ago, if he’d met him before Castiel - his Castiel, not his-universe’s Castiel, HIS Castiel - had... had bit it.  

He was painfully aware of the emptiness in his head.  He’d never given the profound-bond-thing much credit, but he was left so alone.  He always felt like he’d forgotten something, like he’d left something at home but couldn’t quite determine what it was.  It was Cas, his Cas.

That was how he knew that alternate Cas would lead them to the alternate Dean, because Dean couldn’t imagine a universe where they didn’t go together.

Dean was lost in his head when the bunker’s sigils began to glow.  He was lost in that ever-present loneliness.

There were muffled yells; they sounded like they were far away or screaming through pillows.

“Dean Winchester, do you want that loneliness to go away?  You don’t have to be lonely anymore.”

A tear leaked from the corner of his eye.  The muffled yells were drowned out by a ringing in his ears.  He couldn’t take it anymore.  Dean whispered, “Yes.”

{I’m gonna post this on ao3 too, so you can find it here.}