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Written for Globetrotter Drabble Competition – Word Count 416
Prompt: Rio de Janeiro, Brazil (22) – Write about a party.
Written for The Greenhouses Competition
Prompt: Begonia – Deep thoughts – Write a story without a dialogue.
Written for The Legendary Gods and Goddesses Competition
Prompt: Dionysus – Write about a party.
Written for Book-Quotes Boot Camp
Prompt4: It's the job that's never started as takes longest to finish. – The Lord of the Rings.
Written for Movie Quotes Boot Camp
Prompt4: I'm walking here! I'm walking here! (Midnight Cowboy, 1969)
Written for Pairing Diversity Boot Camp
Prompt8: Walk
Written for Television Boot Camp
Prompt3: In death, you're the one who made me feel the most alive – Vampire Diaries
Summary: Ever since the attack and loss – Lavender has never been the same. Things have been hard for her, and she's trying. Maybe the only way to survive, will be by finally getting out of her shell … And attending a party
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It's dark, it's misty, and it's crazy. The neon lights cover the room – bodies writhe against each other in pleasure and joy. She takes a deep breath, and enters the place – reminding herself throughout that everything here is safe.
It's a party, just a party.
Despite the place being dimly lit, she can't shake of the fear. She's been through too much to not be affected.
She can hear the gay laughter, and talk. She smiles at familiar faces nervously when they look at her.
She feels judged – she feels alone – she feels scared.
Her golden mass of hair, curled stylishly into a bun, makes her want to release it from its constraints. She feels too exposed in her short green dress. She wants to pull it down to her legs, cover her whole body and stop trembling.
She closes her eyes – instead of feeling calm, she relives her fears.
His scarred face growling at her.
His hands having her pinned down.
His vicious teeth merely inches away from her neck.
She starts to breath heavily – she decides she can't take it anymore – she wants to leave. Her throat is dry, her hands are trembling, and her vision is almost blurred. She bites her inner cheek, and clenches her fists. She doesn't want to cry and breakdown.
I am strong, she reminds herself. But not strong enough, another voice tells her – it's his voice.
That is all that's required – she turns to leave, for she has failed.
Then hears a familiar voice call her name.
She turns back – a much taller figure, his looming over her form, his toned body is almost well-built as his, but the smile on his face drives her panic away – she smiles back genuinely.
She whispers his name, and acknowledges him. He doesn't say anything, but pulls her into a much needed hug.
She waits for the fear to envelope her completely – she waits for the anxiety attack – she waits for her screams to start – she waits for her nightmares to start.
But nothing happens, all she feels is calm and peace.
He is not Fenrir Greyback, He won't hurt me. He is – is my person – my safe person.
She hugs him back, holding onto him as if he is her life raft. She is sure that he's understood – because he places a kiss on her forehead and just holds her – holds her as if Lavender Brown means something to him just as much as Dean Thomas means something to her.
AN: Well, here's an AU drabble – Lavender always has been a very interesting character to me. And this was something that I just was trying out and Dean seemed like a good man to her.
Hope you liked it.
Reviews would be very welcomed. =)