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thewritingstar · 4 years

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Beautiful Revelations

Pairing: Gruvia (I know its been a hot ass min)

Fandom: Fairy Tail

tags: @shellielyzabeth @be-dazzled @nostalgicxslumber @unvalley @tigerfire54

Note: It has happened. I have written 200 fanfics and idk if I should be proud or slightly scared. (feel free to skip this omg why is it so long)

I want to say thank you to everyone who has read, liked, reblogged or interacted with me in any way. I have always had a feeling that no matter what I write, I wouldn’t matter. But every comment and sweet note left made me realize that even if its just a smile or enough to make someone hit the like button, I made a small difference or added something to the fandom. Most of my fics are quick drabbles full of spelling mistakes, random thoughts and love for the characters. I know I don’t write very long stories or finish my wips (why are we surprised) but even though Im not someone people look to as a big author, each of you have made me feel special. There have been many times, this year especially that I had decided to give up writing. “Im not good enough and no one will even notice” Thats what I told myself if I decided to just back away. But every so often I would look and see that someone new or old had read my work. Every time someone reads something I wrote, I go back and read it too. I look at all the tags and see every comment and I stop and smile and remember how much joy it brought me when I first posted.

When I first started writing, I thought that I wouldn’t have a place. Yet in a very short span of time, I was welcomed with open arms and people started to tune in regularly for my fics. I had been given many nicknames such as Gruvia goddess, angst queen, satan (yes I know the fic0 and well even Star.

During my darkest moments, my mind lingered to my writing and to my internet friends. without hesitation I could message someone and feel better and be given the reassure I need. I can't even begin to say how much it means to me that people actually enjoy my writing and even me as a person.

I thank each of you for giving me a joy that was considered a luxury at one point and allowing me to write whatever I wanted and you took it with love and made me happier than I have been in years. To all the people who made art or wrote me something, it means so much to me.

Im not saying that this fic is my greatest but I think it has a special place because It shows the growth over time. 200 fics is a lot and whether or not they were all good, it doesn't matter because I did that and I can say that im proud. Im sorry for all that sappy shit but I wouldn't be where I am without you all.

-Star <3

ps: im not dying or stop writing fics im just happy lol

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“There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment.”

― Sarah Dessen, The Truth About Forever

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It was the nights like these that she hated most. The cold would creep through the blankets and make her shiver as her eyelids hung heavy. She could be ready to rest, let the sweet dreams guide her but instead those dark intrusive thoughts toyed with her like a fly on a freshly woven web. They would sprout out of nowhere, tangled with thorns and hold her mind hostage as it injected its sickly venomized thoughts for the night.

She always wondered how she got this far. She was one of the highest members of Phantom Lord, her abilities had rarely been matched. If she desperately craved, she could walk down the hallways and strike fear into the other members, no one could touch her. Hierarchies became a custom here. Once you made it to the top after clawing your way with blood, sweat and probably more blood, you were a god. Yet she walked in and in the next few minutes she was at the table with the master, already receiving a promise that she was special, a delicate and useful ally for the guild.

Special. What a swollen lie that turned out to be.

Maybe that's why she never bothered to search for a light, something to cure the rain. For every life she had bruised or ended, she wanted to feel the pain that followed. She needed to know the consequence of her actions, to be held accountable for ruining another family or taking something from the innocent. Instead she was celebrated.

The days turned to months and she found herself years later not knowing what anything meant anymore. Life used to be black and white. She would walk the side of the kind and good and now she was treading through a swarm of a morally gray compound.

These restless nights, she loathed them but then again, suffering was something that came naturally to her. The only person to ever knock her down was herself.

She climbed out of bed, fuzzy slippers over her feet as she walked to the bathroom. Her headache had worsened and she stared into the mirror. She had looked at herself a thousand times but… have her eyes always been that blue? No, she was tired and her vision was fuzzy, she was fine. Cold water came to her hands as she turned on the facet and splashed her face. Everything was the same as it always was. Expect for today.

Her order was simple. Defeat whoever stood in her way and make sure the Phantom Lord got Lucy Heratfilia. Why did they want some mage? She didn’t know but she was never one to second guess her orders. To go against what she was told was a waste of time, she would have been dead by the end of the day if she did. She had once believed that they accepted her with open arms, that Phantom Lord truly cared about her well being. It was a lie. A bitter sweet lie she allowed to remain in her head.

Hundreds of opponents had come before her. She was accustomed to the way of a battle and had harnessed her skill at a young age. The pure power of the rain pushed her further. She had an unlimited amount of power around her, unlike others, they would run out of fuel. She began to crave that god-like power. Allow the storm to rage on, all she had was herself and the droplets that followed. She understood she was an outcast. Love was never an option, not for someone who brought gloom everywhere.

But this afternoon, fate was a funny thing. She walked onto that rooftop, winning was the only thing on her mind, but he was there. A man who didn’t back down, a man who saw her as an equal.

Her heart began to race. It was forgien and she wasn’t sure if she liked it. She had felt attraction before but this, this was different. Something as small as a single glance had already spun her mind into a muddled mess. It would have been better if she turned around, if he didn’t engage in the fight. Then maybe she wouldn’t be thinking of him like this.

Love at first sight. That wasn’t real. No one could possibly have that happen. What could drive someone's emotion so wild that they become attached to a person in such a short time? And yet it happened. He stood there waiting for the next move and she could only gaze at him with rose colored glasses.

An enemy. A traitor. That's what she would be if she dared to let him escape. She couldn’t hestatite, she never did and now she was frozen in her spot as ice magic danced around her. Peoples magic and abilities never intrigued her, but this, this was beyond anything she had seen.

The light reflecting off of the ice as her droplets froze before her eyes was breathtaking and she hardly noticed that she was losing the battle. She never thought rain could look, dare she say, beautiful? But in this state of its frozen glory, it was all she could think about. She envied those who never had to stay in the rain, a jealousy she didn’t want to admit had festered over the years and she gave up trying to despise the element. But before her was something much more than the state she was accustomed to. Ice. The solid purity of her own and she had wondered what it would be like to hold it in her hands.

She had water locked him, pulled out all of the stops and even with that, he stood again and again. He had screamed that the water was boiling, burning his skin but never before had the water gone above warm. It was usually ice cold on the tipping point of freezing but she could feel the warmth surrounding her.

It shocked her just the same. She had heard people talk about feeling the sun kiss their skin, the warmth spreading as they walked, this was the closest she had felt to that. This warm rush of water was beyond what she had known and yet even as it tinged her hands it felt good, it felt freeing, it felt right.

It burned in a way she had craved for so long. Something other than the fridgeness she had grown used too.

She stared at her reflection in her mirror, tears brimming her eyes. How could one person she just met bring her something she had never felt before? She shut the light out in the bathroom and walked back to her bed, passing her window, she stopped and turned.

Above in the sky was the moon. A soft white glow surrounded the orb that she had never seen before. It was breathtaking. A cosmic power the normal people of the world didn’t dare to worship now became a luxury. The sky was clear and she could see the stars, she could sense them all. How could she have lived her entire life never once seeing the moon and the sun? She had been cursed to live in the rain forever.

But he-he made it stop.

When he grabbed her arm, it was like time had stopped. As if everything she had ever known was washed away and all she could see was a bright light encasing him. She was content knowing her death was coming, there was hardly a reason for her to live. Perhaps she wasn't even living, just surviving day after gloomy day.

He pulled her to safety, her back against the roof as she panted heavily. Those clouds above her moved like a curtain for a show, parting just so that she could see the enchanting mystery she had always craved.

She had never known a blue sky till then. The brightness was almost unbearable as she stared into a sky she had never known. So many emotions flooded her head but it was clear as those ice crystals that her heart was beating for him. She was his enemy, they made that clear from the start but he hadn’t hesitated to save her. He showed a mercy she had never come across.

Another tear fell as she sat on her bed.

“He saved Juvia.” She whispered to herself. A horrific thought came to her. Would she have saved him? She didn’t want to know the outcome because deep down she believed she was good. Beneath the surface of unremosle power, there was that scared little girl who never had anyone to care for her.

The amount of days she sat in that orphanage alone sewing her dolls and praying that the rain stopped one way or another, it was as if she couldn’t remember it. He had done the impossible. He showed her the sky she hadn’t seen. He had shown her kindness.

A thought came to mind as she stood and packed her things. No more would she be known as “the rain woman”. No more would gloom be her only trait. She was determined to find something much more appealing than those bowing by fear. She wanted love. She wanted that warmth of the water constantly and the feeling of the sun on her skin. She understood it now. There was a power strong than her, stronger than any wizard that surrounded the other guild.

She had vowed to be done with love. Promised herself that no man could hurt her again. She was trembling at the thought of being vulnerable once more. The only time she felt warmth was the scorching burn of a fiery rejection and words that burned like lava. It was too much for someone to handle. So she pushed it down, locked the key and threw it as far as she could. The temptation though. The idea of letting her guard down for someone, someone she barely knew? How she fantasized of that moment. She had once believed that someone of her past had done that, but they were all the same. Ashamed of the rain, the rain she caused, the pain she brought.

And after their fight when she collected herself and tried to run back towards her guild, he stopped her.

“For what it's worth I think you’re an incredible wizard. You may not want to believe that your guild is dark and bad but, Fairy Tail is always open.” He had said it with such sincerity that she wasn’t sure if it were true.

“Juvia thinks your magic is just as powerful.” She had said before he gave her a smile and turned away to go back to his other guild mates.

And here she stood, a suitcases packed in the night and a note left on the desk. This guild didn’t deserve any words. Not when they feasted on her ability. Harvested those negative emotions and almost made her fall into the deep end.

She knew what they would say. They would call her a coward. A traitor and a worthless wizard, at first it was enough to stop her. Make her stay and perhaps bring back the clouds. However what he said stuck in her mind.

“I would rather die fighting than let your guild have Lucy! She is one of us and we don’t leave anyone behind.”

Without hesitation he made it clear that every member of the guild was valued no matter how long they had been there, they were a family. If something like that would have happened, if she were threatened, her guild would let her die without a second thought.

Never again would she allow someone to have a hold over her. She spent too many years sheltered by pain and deviation to go on like that.

She grabbed her bag and closed her door.

Juvia stood in front of the door. The morning would be better to do this but it was beyond dark outside and she didn’t want her intrusive thoughts pulling her back to her old guild. Softly she knocked, maybe hoping that he wouldn’t hear it and force her back to the isolation of fear.

The open clicked open and her eyes widened slightly as a sleepy Gray leaned against the door frame, shirtless and rubbing his eyes.

“Juvia?” He blinked and watched as her cheek puffed out in red. He looked down to see that he was only in his underwear and let out a yelp as he grabbed a blanket off the chair. “What are you doing here?”

“Um Juvia thought.” She paused and looked towards the ground. “Actually Juvia apologies for disturbing you.” Her back was to him and she began to walk away.

“Wait!” His hand caught hers and he pulled slightly. A jolt of warmth spread through her, burning her like a thousand suns as well as the chill of ice from his own temperature. She looked back at him, eyes wide and lips parted. “Juvia, please just tell me.”

“Such kindness.” She whispered to herself. Her heart rate sped up just like it did earlier and she swallowed a breath. “Juvia was wondering…why did you save her?”

His hand dropped her as if he were shocked that she would dare question his action.

“I wasn’t going to let you die. Enemies or not, I don’t think you deserved that fate. I don’t believe that you are this evil person your guild made you out to be. To be honest when you fell, you look like you didn’t care what happened and I guess I saw myself in you.”

“You saved Juvia because you know what it's like?”

“To feel lost and hopeless I guess.” He scratched the back of his neck nervously. “Sometimes it's hard thinking you deserve to live, that it would be better to harbor all the pain of your past. I don’t know everything about you but that look in your eyes. I couldn’t let you go knowing that there was a brighter future ahead.”

A tear dripped from her eye. Her smile was soft as hugged her arms to her body. “You knew Juvia would join the guild.”

“Well I wouldn’t say I knew, but I was hoping that you would. If you still want to, that is.”

“Juvia would be honored.” She bowed respectfully towards him.

Gray smiled and bowed back. His eyes faced the sky looking towards the moon. “Have you ever seen it?”

“Tonight would be the first. Juvia thinks the stars are remarkable.”

“Lucy knows alot about them, I think you two would be good friends.”

Juvia shook her head as regret twisted in her stomach. “Juvia accepts your kindness and compassion but she doesn’t know if the rest will. Juvia was her rival, she understands if everyone doesn’t see her as a friend.” She frowned slightly.

A laugh came from the ice mage's mouth. “That's the thing about Fairy Tail, no matter where you come from or what your past may have held, there's always going to be a friend waiting.”

Juvia nodded. “Thank you Gray. Juvia will talk to your guild master tomorrow.”

“Like I said before. You’re an incredible wizard, you’ll be just fine.” He winked.

“Have a nice night.”

“You too.”

She watched as he entered his house before turning around and walking towards her hotel. Her shoulders felt lighter and she held her head high for the first time. This was her step in the right direction, this was where her new life began.

Time had slowed and allowed her to pause. A beautiful revelation she never knew could exist came to mind as she just realized that she was in love.

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She looked down at her leg in the mirror. The voices behind her had faded to the background as she became entranced with the mark of Fairy Tail.

“The blue suits you.” She turned to see Gray standing there with a smile as he was focused on her guild mark.

To say that she was grateful was an understatement. Her mask she wore like a crown had shattered. It unravels in his hands as the months went on and all that was left was the person she wanted to be. She could finally let go of her ghosts, her darkness and begin to forgive herself.

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“What do you think?” He asked her as the white sky fell with snow.

Gray had told her of a special spot he used to go to when the first snow came. Past the forest was a clearing of grassy hills that would soon become a winter wonderland. Laid out on one of the hills was a blanket and a few lanterns.

She held her hand out and felt the tiny snowflakes collect on her hand. He sat behind her, one arm snaked around her waist while the other hand rose above hers and created a small flurry of snowflakes.

“Breathtaking.” She gushed. This was the first time she had seen snow fall. Her eyes followed the ice magic as it formed a heart and blew into the sky joining the other flurries. She turned so she could meet his eyes and his normal content face was replaced with a smile.

He leaned forward until their noses touched briefly. “Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?” He said and she only had a moment to process his words as his lips landed on hers and her eyes fluttered close.

Her hand went to his cheek as she leaned towards him, her energy matching his and all she could hear was the thumping of her heart. She would be embarrassed to say that she might have dreamt of this moment a little too much but it didn’t matter now. All she knew was that her beloved felt the same.

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For once she was happy to hear a cry. That little whimper bubbling from the baby's mouth, her baby, she was in disbelief. Perfection was a rarity. No one was perfect, but the being with a tuft of dark blue hair and grey eyes would beg to differ. A child was never in her future. The thought came up randomly but the idea of raising a family wasn’t even a question.

During her missions in her old guild, she would walk past a family. She would see happy faces on everyone and would only be filled with envy and hatred. Disgusting was what it was. How could you love someone else when there was no love for you?

But times change. She would see others holding their child's hand and feel a warmth in her heart at how the children beamed up at their parents. She could sense the love all around them and would smile herself, hoping that it might become a reality for herself.

She would wake in the middle of the night, not from her demons but for her new reason to live. He would babble and tug at the locks of her hair and giggle when water magic danced before his young eyes.

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It was nights like these that loved the most. The soft rays of moonlight casting shadows through her window as silk sheets wrapped around her bare form. She used to spend nights alone, only her pillow to catch her tears and now delicate fingers trail her backside as she listens to the thumping of his heart. His chest rises and falls as her own follows the rhythm. Her eyes flutter close as her tiredness grows untils it's interrupted by a cool press of lips under her ear.

A peaceful sigh leaves her lips as she tilts her head up to meet dark eyes gazing at her. Flushed cheeks was something she wore often and she lifted off of him to move further up and meet his lips with hers. He pulls her back to him, hating the emptiness between them and adores the way she shivers when his thumb traces her guild mark.

Their love was honest and raw. She had learned that nights like those in the past would haunt him as well. They would keep him up and plague his thoughts with images of death and destruction. But now, they lingered in the shadows, always there but something brighter and beautiful guarded them to peace and she focused on the way he breathed her name then the tears that dropped.

There was an overwhelming amount of happiness that she had gathered after all the years she spent in Fairy Tail. She found friendship and family bonds. Love in all forms that she cherished deeply. Her powers were seen as a gift to help others and lend a hand, not twisted into medled lies that she had spent so long untangling.

Her lips pulled from his slowly and their breaths settled between them. When she looked at Gray she found something more. She had freedom and rebirth. Forgiveness and lust wrapped into something more than love. Their bond was stronger than she could have ever dreamed and when he left kisses over her skin she wanted nothing more in life than to stay frozen in this moment.

He did the impossible. He opened a door, shined a light through her darkness and allowed her to accept the fact that she did deserve to live. She could cherish moments and keep them as her own without the threat of corruption. Her life was now her own to command and she did it with such grace and beauty that Gray couldn’t imagine her being any different.

“I love you.” He promised and there was no doubt in her mind that he meant it.

“I love you too.” She responded.

The beautiful truth was that she was finally at peace and loved herself.

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I hope that you all enjoyed and thank you for being so lovely <3

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equestrianwritingsstuff · 3 years

Note

a redo or sequal to my previous ask where the prince isnt arrogant or an asshole and the knight never rejects him?

I apologize for not realizing that you wanted the prince to be humble and that the knight wasn't suppose to regect him. I just did not pick up on that when you messaged me about the story, so I am sorry.

However, I am not redoing the story because I spent a couple hours on it and put some effort into it and also I have a plan to "redeem" him from his arrogant qualities.

And finally to the anon who I know is not an anon. Yes, I know who you are just by how you asked for it. Correct me if I'm wrong.

@chicken0mcnugget I am including some of those oh so wonderful plot twists we thought of, so please make time in your day to read this (if you can of course, i know you're busy).

Anyway, enjoy.

Oh yeah, not edited. Sorry, I want to try to write at least half of another ask tonight.

The Knight and the Prince Part 2

Part 1

Warnings: aftermath of rejection, ambush, arguing, kidnapping, kicked by horse, implied broken hand, magic

A shocked chorus of gasps followed the knight's unexpected rejection, but perhaps the loudest astonished voice came from the cracked throat of the prince.

"What?!" He exclaimed, gasping slightly. Or was that due to the fact that he was trying not to cry?

"Yeah," the knight crossed her arms, leaning her weight to one leg. "You heard me. No."

"You'll be arrested for this," the prince threatened, standing up. His face was a pure mixture of anger and loathing, blue hair dangled into his gray eyes.

"Great way to foster a relationship," the knight clapped her hands mockingly.

"Just wait until he get home," the prince growled before turning around to receive his uneasy praise.

After the unruly clapping was done, the prince was given a wreath made of flowers and grapevine. He took them greatfully, a small smile on his face, completely devoid of any emotion- sadness, embarrassment... just pure nothingness other than faux euphoria.

"Thank you! Thank you, for the kindness and acceptance you have shown me King of Neighboring Kingdom and to you, my worthy opponents. It has been a pleasure, but I must return to my kingdom. Good day!" The prince waved to the crowed, trotting leisurely on his horse.

"Why must you go?" A loud voice boomed for the King of Neighboring Kingdom stood up in his seat. "Dine with us! Make yourself comfortable, Champion."

"I'm afraid not," the prince politely turned down the offer. "I apologize for such a short stay, but I must head to my home kingdom."

The prince smiled broadly at the crowd before turning his horse. The smile immediately turned into a sneer the second his charcoal colored irises met the blonde knight's fair face.

The two stared long and deep at each other with such intensity and notion that neither noticed, nor heard, their neighboring king whisper to his nearby captain:

"Get the bag of jewels in the knight's saddlebag and then bring me them along with knight herself. Let this be a lesson to them, no one declines my offer of hospitality, absolutely no one."

The king cleared his throat before continuing,

"Not even the grandest and strongest prince of the century."

《~~》

The duo walked their horses through the forest in silence for a while, until they came upon the welcoming village where they stayed a couple nights before.

"You can't just regect your future king, my knight," the prince scolded, taking on a teacher's mannerism.

The knight didn't respond. Actually, she clucked her horse forward until she was a good few strides ahead.

"Knight ta-"

"Why would I marry someone who only cares about his wife being the prettiest, strongest-"

"No, no, no," the prince shook his head. "That, that's not it whatsoever."

"Then why do you want to marry me. Give me a reason, right now."

"Because I love you."

The knight turned her chestnut mare around, throwing her arms up in the air, and glaring daggers at the prince. "I am," she said. "your bodyguard. We've never went on a date, or even talked about anything other than business. How can you love me when you don't even know who I am?"

"Knight, I-"

"Just stop, Prince," the knight shook her head, tears welling in her eyes. "Just stop, please."

The knight turned her horse back around and asked for a trot.

"Knight!" Called a voice, but the knight ignored the prince's pleas of return.

"Go on a date with me. Right here, right now."

The knight pulled back on the reins, and once again turned the mare around- the mare who had her ears pinned in annoyance.

"Now?" The knight scoffed.

"Yes, now," the prince gave her a flirtatious smile, white and wide. "Please?"

"Mm I-"

An arrow whizzed past the knight's shoulder- obviously trying to miss. The knight quickly drew her own bow and loaded it while the prince got ready with his sword.

"Ambush," the prince whispered earnestly. The knight nodded.

Another arrow flew past the pair, nicking the chestnut Arab's shoulder. The horse spooked, jumping into the stallion. The knight looked down an the wound, not too big and wouldn't require immediate attention.

Then, the raining arrows ceased, leaving the forest in stunned silence. The prince started to lower his sword- an ignorant move- but the knight kept her bow loaded and ready.

Abruptly, a figure crashed into the prince, knocking him off horse who reared in surprise. The knight wheeled her horse around with just her seat, the Arab mare picking up on the danger.

On top of the prince laid a human, a man of burly weight and heavy iron metal. The knight released an arrow, but it bounced harmlessly off his back.

Before the knight had a chance to grab another arrow, arms grappled around her pulling her off the horse.

"Let the prince go!" One of the men holding the knight bellowed. The man reclining on top of the prince chuckled and said,

"Why? He is plushy, like a chair, with all that fat-"

"GET OFF!"

"Okay, okay," the muscular man hopped off and helped the prince to his feet. "Hope that won't bruise," he whispered, ruffling the blue hair on top of the prince's head, laughed once more, and joined his patrol.

Two men held the knight in between their hefty steeds- shires, no doubt, and not the knight's favorite breed.

"Let her go," the prince reached for his sword, but it was quickly kicked away.

"Get the jewels," the man with the booming voice ordered. Two skinny, probably teenaged, boys ran to the chestnut mare and grabbed her reins. The knight watched as her horse reared and striked one of the boys in the hand, who came back hollering, but the other was able to open the saddlebag and retrieve the jewels.

"Perfect." The loud man wrapped the knight's hands with rope and swung her over the chestnut mare's back, tying her wirsts to her ankles.

"Let her go!"

"Let me go!" The knight struggled and struggled, but failed to rip through the ropes. The prince ran towards his love with madness in his eyes, but a swift backhand sent him sprawling to the ground.

"Let's get!" And they all ran off.

《~~》

"Why I am here?" The knight asked as she lazily knelt in front of the king, her hands still bound in front of her. Her demeanor was let's say disappointing to the king. He expected fight and courage, not the saddened girl practically sitting on his red carpet.

"I hate people refusing me," the king quickly explained. "And your prince, well, beating my son just not win a trophy and a one way ticket out of my kingdom. Mm, mm, mm no it does not. So, you, will have to pay."

"Love the monologue sir, but we have an army and in case you didn't realize, the prince kind of is in love with me," the knight retorted, some of her previous energy and smartness returning to her voice and posture.

"Now, now, don't need to get like that;" the king chuckled. "He won't be able to find you. Guards! Take her to the Enchanted Cabin and have the sorcereress put a spell on. Whichever one she deems appropriate."

《~~》

The prince recovered from the blow, groaning as he got to all fours. Squinting through his still muddled vision, he made out his black horse grazing a few feet away. At least he has the heart to stand by me...

The knight.

The prince rushed to the horse and leaped into the saddle- which was horribly ruined for good measure, apparently- and galloped off. He recognized the colors.

Green and pink- the colors of Neighboring Kingdom.

The prince, for once realizing the lack of speed his horse was granted with, pushed him forward. By the time they were on the edge of the territory, the horse was dripping with sweaty lather.

The prince busted through the doors of the castle with his boot, sword clanking against leather chap, as he stormed over to the old man in the throne.

"Where is the knight? Where is she!"

"Locked away in an enchanted cabin. Why, may I ask? Being in there with all the pleasures in the world is most definitely more enjoyable than living the rest of her life with your royal jackass," the king tutted. The prince scowled and ran back out the door, desperation getting to him.

《~~》

Like King of Neighboring Kingdom told the lovestruck prince, the elegant lady was stuck in a world of earthly pleasures- food all over from storage in the walls, sugar off the ceiling. The backroom was expandable as well, leading into a meadow filled with dainty foals and grand stallions.

But the knight, amidst these treasures, was not blissfully exultat like the sorcereress imagined.

"Need anything else, dear. A kitten?" The sorcereress waved her hand and three mewling balls of fur sprouted from her hand.

"I shouldn't have said no, I shouldn't have," the knight whimpered, chastising herself for her arrogance. If she said yes, she wouldn't be lolling in self-pity and would probably find a way to break out.

"You can always say yes," the sorceress tried to reason. She suddenly glanced out the only window and a faint smile appeared on her face. "You will get your chance again," she promised, flicked her fingers, and vanished into thin air.

The knight looked out the window, curious to see what the sorcereress found so interesting, and nearly exclaimed in joy.

The prince, coming to save her.

"Knight!" He yelled.

"Prince!" She squealed back, jumping on her toes.

She reached her hand out to grab his and-

Boom!

The prince was thrown backwards, spiraled through the air, and landed on the forest floor.

Great, just oh so great.

The prince tried again. Once, twice... three times... four... until he gave up, reclining against a tree awkwardly.

"Try the door?" The knight asked, leaning against the windowsill. Even though she could leisurely dangle her arms, the door was still locked even to her.

"No," the prince shook his head. "It is under a magic spell. I-i can't..." he sighed, "It is under a Personified Spell. That means, that the one breaking in has to overcome their greatest fault."

The knight's face dropped, as did the prince's.

"Arrogance," they whispered at the same time. The prince sighed and stood up, walking as close as the mystifying barrier allowed.

"I love you," he said, tears in his eyes, before walking away.

"I love you too," the knight whispered and sunk to floor, crying softly,

"I love you so much."

#royalty #kidnapping #writing #knight in shining armor #broken bones #i dont know how to tag this #horsebackriding #rejection #romance #dramatic

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cecils-dragons · 4 years

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what's an imp gijinka? i thought imp was short for imperial, but I dont think that makes sense given the context

Oh yeah, I really need to stop forgetting to give context. Imps are an original species of mine with a not very original name. Most of the characters under the Imp category are Half Imps, which vary greatly in design. I’m gonna go into more detail under the cut.

Imps are a fae related creature with a human like face and furry body with long ears, horns, and tail. They have long necks with thick manes on them. Fur grows all over their body except their face and palms. They have a wide range of colors from natural colors like blond and black to odd ones like blue and grey. Their young are extremely small(about the size of your hand) and develop quickly until young adulthood where they stagnate for a long time. This is a genetic hold over from their past. They can live up to 300 years or more depending on the imp. There are little to no gender defines between and some are even genderless or multi gendered.

A pure imp is hard to come by due to the fact that they can breed with humans and have become watered down over the ages as seen in the difference between an Imp and the “True Imp” or Wolf Imp. I sadly don’t have an up to date picture of a non half imp but I should make one soon.

Half imps range from looking like humans to looking like full Imps. They are very different in appearance from each other and can get confused for other species or just act as a pure imp. The usual things that show on half imps are horns and tail. Many also develop manes and some body fur. Here are some examples of characters I’ve posted here that are half imps:

And then there’s Wolf Imps. They are rare and few, but are very powerful with magics. Wolf Imps are seen as true imps and are the predecessors of imps, but they exist at the same time due to magic stuff. These creature are large and quadrupedal due to their size. They constantly grow through out their life and can not die of aging. Most tend to be reclusive but those who do not are usually, quite bad as they are just basically walking superiority complexes. Wolf Imps are genderless and reproduce through magical bonds. Those who have been seen are about 12 feet, making them technically young for their type. There is one Wolf Imp of legend called The White Stag that is said to tower over the forests, but they have not been seen for a long time. (there is a cult around them, trying to bring them back into the world) There are three main Wolf Imps in my lore and they are siblings, Maneesh, Yrseo, and Eni(who I still need to make a dragon for). Maneesh and Eni are very prolific and cruel as they see other imps and creatures as lower and feel a need for wolf imps to come back while Yrseo has learned sympathy and is masking himself as a half imp by magic.

Thank you for asking! I love to talk about my creations! Sorry if any of this is muddled, I am not the best at writing even tho I write stories and comics.

#tw body horror #body horror #I did something like this before but it's good to update!#Anonymous #cecil's lore

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homedecor2106 · 3 years

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vantemei · 6 years

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hiiii!!!! it's me! the anon who asked about requests! (*^▽^*) thank you for answering! can i request something about vmin as soulmates? ヽ(＊>∇

ok so this i was watching harry potter last night with my roommate and got a little inspired so have some harry potter au soulmate vmin stuff!

ok so, i’m going by namjoon’s sorting of the members which means taehyung is a hufflepuff and jimin is in slytherin. and in this au soulmates are connected by the red string of fate but it doesn’t happen all at once. soulmates are usually naturally drawn to each other throughout their lives and once they start hitting puberty they start being able to see their string. it starts off as a sort of hazy red glow looped around the pinkie of their dominant hand and as they get older and grow closer to their soulmate, the thread becomes more and more visible, extending further and further from their pinkie until they can finally see the thread around their soulmate’s finger.

taehyung and jimin first meet when they are on the train to hogwarts for the first time. jimin is from a long line of pure blooded wizards and he’s been raised with magic his whole life, whereas taehyung is 100% muggleborn and has grown up on his grandparent’s farm his whole life but they always knew there was something strange about taehyung due to his ability to change his features at will (and sometimes when he didn’t will it) metamorphmagus taehyung is life

they sit next to each other on the train and talk animatedly the whole ride to hogwarts, mostly taehyung asking questions rapidfire and jimin answering them happily.

after the sorting ceremony when they’ve been sorted into their separate houses they don’t speak much apart from a passing smile or greeting in the hallway.

it’s not until their third year, the year when people begin to be able to see their red strings, that taehyung and jimin really meet again. taehyung has kept his somewhat shy exterior but he’s made a few good friends, namely jung hoseok a fellow hufflepuff. jimin however became popular rapidly, only increasing when he joined the quidditch team in his second year as keeper.

jimin is the first one to be able to see the hazy little red glow and it happens on the first day of spring. he’s not really paying attention to where he’s going, too caught up in his conversation with his friend jeongguk to notice the boy walking towards them with his head buried in the monster book of monsters.

they bump into each other and taehyung’s book goes flying, growling as it hits the floor and immediately latching onto jimin’s foot who hollers at the sudden pain. taehyung is a blushing mess, hair a blushing pink with embarrassment and apologizing profusely as he coaxes the book off jimin’s foot and locks it.

jimin’s eyes follow him down the hallway, blinking in surprise as taehyung’s flushed face remains imprinted in his mind before jeongguk is nudging his shoulder and laughing at him for being attacked ‘by a book!! seokjin hyung is gonna love this!’

it’s only when he’s back in his dorm and digging around in his own textbooks so he can finally get started on the paper due in potions the next day when he notices the red haze around his right pinkie.

another year go by after that before they meet again. taehyung still hasn’t seen even a glimpse of red around his left pinkie and jimin’s thread remains a hazy blur that hasn’t changed since that first day.

they meet because jimin is failing potions. he has to keep all of his grades up to be allowed to play in quidditch matches so professor slughorn assigns him a tutor; one of the brightest potions students he’s seen in his entire career, kim taehyung.

the first few sessions are a little awkward with taehyung being too shy to look jimin in the eyes and jimin not knowing how to break the ice. eventually though taehyung recognizes jimin from the first time they ever met and hesitantly brings it up, thanking jimin for being so kind to him when he was suddenly thrown into such a confusing world. jimin lights up at the memory and from there on the sessions get easier and they become close friends.

that summer they keep in contact via owl (jimin’s personal owl as taehyung had opted for a cat companion. it’s a white grey norwegian forest cat named yeontan that likes to curl up in his lap while he studies) and taehyung’s first letter to jimin is an excited recount of how he could finally see the beginnings of his thread around his pinkie the day jimin’s owl arrived.

in fifth year they’re closer than ever. taehyung has managed to worm his way into jimin’s closest group of friends (bts) and they spend most afternoons together whether it’s taehyung watching jimin at quidditch practice, studying together, or sneaking into the green houses because taehyung loves to play with the flobberworms (their mucus is a common ingredient for potions).

jimin’s thread begins to grow more clear and he can now see about two feet of it, trailing from his pinkie and vanishing into thin air. taehyung’s is clear as well but he can only see the beginnings of it trailing off his finger.

in the greenhouse one day, when jimin is watching taehyung muse about the fanged geraniums and he finds himself thinking that the sunlight streaming through the rain graced glass haloing around his best friend is the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, his pinkie throbs and he looks down to see the red string taught for the first time, the vanished end pointing straight at taehyung. that’s when he starts to realize.

it’s not until their sixth year that taehyung realizes too. it’s during a mixed potions class, hufflepuff and gryffindor sharing the class and they’re learning how to make amorentia for the first time. his partner jisoo isn’t very good at potions but taehyung is happy to take over, excited to think of what he may smell when the potion is finished.

when the potion finally fades from muddled black to a vibrant pink taehyung knows it’s perfect and leans over to inhale deeply. it smells like the freshly tilled earth of his grandmother’s farm and the forest around it. it smells like freshly steeped chai and the greenhouse by the west wing. it smells like fleetwood’s high-finish broom handle polish and the orange blossom scented hand lotion jimin carries with him everywhere.

they get in their first fight one month after that. jimin’s been busy with an important quidditch match coming up and taehyung get’s fed up with being ignored and snapped at. he yells at jimin for being a jerk and jimin yells at taehyung for being annoying and needy. they both say things they don’t mean and in the end it’s taehyung who storms away from jimin, hair fading from an angry red to hurt a hurt blue-grey as tears sting his eyes. they don’t speak for two weeks.

the big quidditch match comes and halfway through it screams begin to erupt as dementors appear above the field and the stands. the quiddich pitch is a mess of players and students running in panic and jimin is screaming for taehyung, fear rushing through him as he can’t spot the familiar colorful hair anywhere since it had disappeared up in the hufflepuff stands when the panic first arose.

something tugs his hand and jimin looks down, not processing anything except the harsh tugging of the vibrant red thread around his finger. jimin shoves his way through the crowd, eyes locked on the thread pulled taught until he’s crashing into someone, arms shooting out to balance them and keep them together as panic surges around them.

taehyung sobs in relief and clings to jimin’s chest, pressing as close to him as he can get, one hand fisted in his quidditch robes and the other clutching tightly to the very visible red thread that connects their fingers. it’s not exactly the best moment but jimin cups taehyung’s cheeks and kisses him long and hard, unable to speak through the joy and relief that thrums in his veins before he links their hands together, his right to taehyung’s left with their red string tangled between their fingers and they run with the crowd to the safety of the castle.

#neko anon #answered request #i hope you like it anon!!#vmin soulmate hp au #vmin #vmin soulmates #kim taehyung #park jimin #vmin headcannons #i love harry potter au's #listen to hyung

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moodring89 · 6 years

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CH.01 Down the Rabbit Hole

Pairing: Jeongguk x Reader / Side Yoonseok Chapter Rated: PG-13 (Future rating will change to M) Genre: Fantasy, Hybrid AU (Prince Bunkook. Sue me.), Royal AU, Cinderella / Labyrinth feels Summary: Yoongi's sister buys two tickets to the Autumn ball held at the Meadows, a notorious city known for its hybrid inhabitants, where she hopes to meet a certain bunny princeling. Chapters: 01, 02, 03, 04

“I’m sorry, what –?”

Yoongi held up a piece of mail, “Autumn Ball to be held at the Meadows in celebration of Prince Jeon Jeongguk’s Coming of Age?” The envelope was ripped at the top from where he’d opened it, being all sorts of casual about incriminating himself. “There’s no way in hell that our father is going to allow you to attend. You know this and yet you spent money on a ticket.”

“On two tickets,” she said, as she snatched the envelope from his fingers. “And why not?”

He didn’t know how to not sound like a prejudiced asshole, but he went for it anyway. “Because there are hybrids living in the Meadows and there’s still a ton o’ shit that we don’t know about them yet.”

“This is the first social gathering where hybrids and humans will be allowed to mingle and co-exist with one another, and like, in a party setting, which is just a bonus. It’s fascinating. No – it’s historic and you can bet your uptight, manhwa loving ass that I’d love to be there.” The blonde lowered his eyes at her, pouting resolutely when she continued, “I spoke with our father and you know what he said? ‘Get one for your brother, too.’”

He sighed, passively, “Well, I wasn’t expecting that. I was just rather hoping he’d do that thing where he beats on his chest and roars his short response of ‘fuck’ and ‘no’ from atop the highest mountain.”

She patted his shoulder with mock sincerity, “There, there, take the loss as it comes, swiftly and sweetly. Do you even own a proper suit and tie?”

“I have about as many suits as you do ball gowns.”

“So, zero then? ‘Kay, sounds good. We’re real ahead of this thing.”

Yoongi grabbed for his car keys, wanting to get it over with. “Let’s hit the stores now, before I decide to go in my pajamas. You know that I would, too.” When it comes to his sister, Yoongi tended to cave in, perhaps too easily. Whatever she wanted, whatever she needed, and most of the time – even things she could do living without, but he decided that she didn’t have to, like a new phone, or a bag.

They’d split up once they were inside the store, headed in two completely separate directions. She hadn’t expected half the town to be at this particular dress shop. Royal ball doesn’t exactly scream, ‘Let’s go to the local Mom-and-Pop boutique.’

The obnoxious text tone of Naruto’s catchphrase, ‘Believe it’ that she’d associated with Yoongi went off. She stared down at her phone.

Yoonji Unnie --------------------- It’s a fucking sausage fest here. 3:54pm

To: Yoonji Unnie --------------------- Funny, since it’s a clam-fam reunion over here, too. Any hopes of looking original have successfully gone out the window. 3:54pm

Yoonji Unnie --------------------- Unless we go with my pajama idea? 3:54pm

To: Yoonji Unnie --------------------- I’m not meeting the Prince of the Meadows in a camisole. 3:55pm

Yoonji Unnie --------------------- Gross. See you in the parking lot. 3:57pm

Yoongi was already inside the car, a plastic bag thrown carelessly into the backseat. She shut her door with a huff, somewhat affronted by it. “You were able to find a suit? I thought it was Wang city, far too many hand-to-gland casualities for you to possibly stay long enough to find something suitable.”

“Yeah, unlike you, I don’t care if I’m wearing the same shit as someone else, especially a fucking suit.” He started up the car and turned onto the main road, driving around idly, until they decided on their next stop. “Again, I would have gone in my striped pajamas without a single fuck to be spared. I like keeping my fucks to myself. However, something tells me that there is a dress code we have to adhere to...”

“Of course there is.”

Yoongi was scowling, as he tended to do so very naturally. “I would really hate to piss off the woodland creatures with our subpar fashion choices, so start calling out shops, and we’ll swing by to see if it’s packed.”

“Hybrids are people, not creatures,” she said, turning somewhat dejectedly to stare out the window. “Why do I have to remind you? You’re the intelligent one and yet you say the most asinine things.”

“What are you hoping to achieve by seeing the Prince? He will not favor you, as you do him.” It was such a sad anomaly, something that shouldn’t have happened, but it did, and it was too late. His sister had fallen in love through mere stories of the bunny princeling. What if the tales weren’t true? Don’t meet your heroes, wasn’t that the saying? The treaty between hybrids and humans had practically been forced, guns aimed at each other’s heads in a stalemate between two stubborn kings. It turned out that the two species needed to sustain each other, whether it was for the oil, the crops, or other various cargos: The union was not wanted, but it was necessary.

The thought that their father had even agreed to put them in some slight form of potential danger was preposterous to him. Although, it was possible that his darling sister was lying to him, right to his own fucking face. At least he could later credit himself for not being entirely blindsided by it. No one jukes Min Yoongi.

“I don’t even expect to be allowed to speak with the Prince, so what does it matter?” They were stopped at a light. For a long moment, the silence played with the tension, thus swallowing the siblings up whole. She sighed, finding it be unbearable, “I only wish to look upon him, to take glimpse of his true nature for myself, instead by word of mouth.”

“Alright, enough. You can stop with the poetic shit. I get it…” Yoongi felt frustrated, stopping in front of a shopping mall. It didn’t appear to be as busy as all the other stores they had passed along the way, probably due to an even lower standard in quality. He surrendered his card as a form of an apology, which she graciously accepted. “Don’t make it long.”

She’d made it especially fucking long.

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The tickets were a simple white cotton paper with speckled gold and elegant cursive. She half-mourned over the fact that she’d have to hand it over at the castle gates in order to get in. The girl kept the envelope, tucking it away inside the top drawer of her vanity. Tonight she would finally get to meet the Prince. After hearing so many stories of his time on the battlefield, of the scar which adorned his face along his cheek, how he’d spared a human General’s life.

Prince Jeongguk was an advocate for equality, a symbol of peace, and hope. He’d visited the Isles of Lunar and fed the sun to the poor. He did not leave, until all were healthy, and full. She’d heard that he’d brought in environmental scientists to study the moon enriched lands and that they’d found ways to sustain and harvest crops. That was how he’d inherited the nickname, ‘Lunar Prince’.

There were no photographs allowed to be taken of the Prince. However, the news articles were free to state as many details as they so desired. She’d tried to envision what he would look like given the various descriptions, tall and broad it had read, only one or two inches away from standing at six foot tall. Two velveteen rabbit ears sat atop a silky crown of raven black hair, pure white in color, and responsive to the change in his mood. One columnist in particular went on and on about the Prince’s dark eyes, how large, and doe-like they had appeared, despite their depth, and warmth. She’d rather enjoyed that bit.

For tonight, she’d wanted to dress in tears of silk and netted fabrics. The Meadows was said to be the pinnacle of nature itself, the homeland of the fae, and hybrid kind. Magic would exist in her world for only one night, but that was already more than what she could ever hope for. Her dress was a warm pigment of peach and was scattered with blossoms. Her hair was pinned up, save for a wavy strand here and there. Her skin would be devoid of any eye-catching jewelry and her makeup would be natural.

She would not pretend as though she belonged, because she didn’t. Yoongi stood in the doorway, wearing his suit more convincingly than she did her dress. Her brother should be more confident. Perhaps after tonight, he would be.

“I look ridiculous.”

She placed the tickets inside her clutch, “Oh, I’m very certain that we both look amazing. The word spiffy is still a thing and we are the definition.”

“Yeah, you should probably refrain from using that as a compliment.”

She laughed at his obvious discomfort, “I’ll be sure to use it at least three times tonight just to spite you.”

“Please do,” Yoongi said, twirling his keys in his hand impatiently. “Make sure to use it on your prince. He’ll then know for sure that you’re an ancient.”

“You wound me, brother.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes, wondering if he’d ever stop rolling them for the duration of the evening. The Meadows was almost an hour by car. They made the most of it by listening to whatever music Yoongi decided to put on, rapping along to old CDs that she’d been forced to listen to time and time again, and for as long as she could remember. His voice was perfect for it, which was why she encouraged him to continue making music, even if their father disapproved of it.

He’d threatened Yoongi with a florist position. It could be done rather easily, since the shop was run by family. Luckily, their father was currently away on business and the timing couldn’t have been more perfect. If he’d been home tonight, she had no idea as to what would have happened. A huge argument, wasted money, and a solitude evening listening to the muddled sounds of Yoongi’s piano.

The Meadows was no longer a guarded territory and for the first time ever, humans were being granted free passage. The new lands held such a dark enchantment, a beauty that was so drastically different from what they’ve ever known that they’d spent the rest of the drive in a state of silent enrapt. They followed the cars in front of them to the castle, which was at the heart of the city. It was a citadel surrounded by forest and closed in by tall gates. Parking was easy enough, as Yoongi handed over his keys to the valet.

“You good? Do you need me to piggyback you?” Yoongi asked, watching as his sister hesitated, stumbling more so than walking. It was a sign that her nerves were getting the best of her. “We didn’t come all this way, dressed up like assholes for nothing, princess. Remember why you wanted to come here. To partake in a historic event, wasn’t it?” It seemed to be working, when he heard her laugh. “Plus, I’m all famished and in dire need of eating sweets off of doilies, or whatever the fuck they serve royals. Let��s at least get some food in our systems.”

She caught his arm, holding onto him for her own stability, “What if I lose my mind in there?”

“Then I’ll find it for you.”

Would it really be that simple?

#noonanet #jeongguk x reader #bts fics #jungkook x reader #hybrid au #fantasy au #modern royalty au #yoonseok

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jrazillashadowworks · 7 years

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Footsteps into Anarchy: Chapter Two

Warning: Blood. Gore. Dark themes.

Brinderburg (Center of District Three)

“Day 40,” the young woman rattled off to herself, her soft, professional tone bouncing off the walls of her office doubling as a lab.

Staring at the computer, she scrolled through full pages, lined with countless, names, labeled by sector, with illnesses bracketed beside them and picture profiles of each civilian. Tilting her head, she fixed her oval glasses, a pulsing headache setting deep in her right temple, not aided by the insanely bright florescent lighting of the room and the glare from the screen. She wished there was a dim function like in her home…before it was destroyed.

It was pointless to think about that now. With the world in its current state, it’s lucky she was even alive. Noting her daily assigned sector, along with taking a fully downloaded electronic registry device, she prepared the meds she would need to give out; antibiotics and the like, and added it to her leather, side pouch adorned with the bright red-cross, held together by Velcro.

Opening the top drawer of her black topped desk, she looked over the rectangular screened device set in a protected layer of rubber and steel, her savior in any situation. Gripping it, she tapped once for the screen to blaze to life, the entire compound intricately detailed, flashing before her eyes into a map of colored shapes and lines. Pushing it in the pocket of her long, white, lab coat, she took one last glance into the drawer.

Sitting in the dark recesses, at the very back, was a locked box, she hesitated for a moment, staring intently, running through whether she would need to carry it. The past few days she had left it there, but for some reason, today there was a lingering unease in her stomach. Maybe just a symptom of the headache, she wondered. Clicking her tongue, and with little time to dawdle, she set the combination and clicked the lid open. Sitting in the velvet lined box was a small, custom, silver, 9mm pistol and three full clips. Eyeing the engraved ‘Little Sheep’ along with the running sheep carved under the wording, she holstered it to her leg and stood up, fitting the clips diagonally above it to the belt.

Letting her coat veil the weapon, she turned off the computer and left her lab, flicking the light off and locking the door behind her, leaving it in a void of darkness. She had learned her lesson about forgetting to lock the door only once. With so many civilians crammed in the building, it was bound to happen, but before, someone had raided her lab and taken all the meds in a mad scramble. They of course found them and thrown the one responsible out, most likely to their death but yes, lesson learned.

Hands shoved in her pockets, she slowly walked through the white concrete hallways, lined with painted, blue arrows. However, she kept glued to her device, staring down at the screen as a blip revealed her movements and directed her with a dotted line to her designation, along with an increasing step counter and a timer for how long it would take to arrive.

She paid little attention to her surroundings, to the lack of personnel as she walked, footsteps resounding in the mostly empty corridor. Only a few State’s Watch members guarded exits and doorways, standard issue assault rifles pinned to their chest and expressions of stone. This compound used to be well supplied with defensive measures and soldiers but with the all-out war, few remained stationed here. Passing by the main entrance, Mishy glanced at the doorway to the outside, protected by a massive, circular vault door of pure, reinforced steel. It did its job of keeping everything out whilst also locking them in. She had no idea if she would ever see the sky again. Although if that meant not looking upon the grotesque undead ever again, it was more than worth it. That’s what she told herself at least. Her medical mentality fought her always. Need that vitamin D if there is such a thing anymore, with the sky as it is now.

Lost in thought, she arrived at the section nine bunk room much quicker than she imagined. Letting her hanging ID flash against the door panel, the locks disengaged, bars sliding back. Entering, all eyes turned to her. Looking up, she met the distraught faces of the many civilians, dressed in identical, standard white clothes given to them by the State. It made her uncomfortable, the countless, defeated eyes on her, but she ignored it, keeping her professional expression locked on her face.

“Good evening,” Mishy announced, her soft voice barely reaching halfway down the expansive room. “Hope you are all doing well. I am here to give out medicine to those in need. If a new ailment has surfaced, please tell me and I will requisition new medications for your current affliction.”

Taking out the electronic registry, she went from the top, walking around the room to each of the civilians noted, passing out pills. The sickly gratefully accepted the meds with a cup of water from the watercoolers stationed gradually down the hall, constantly supplied by the underground resource, filtration unit.

Before long, she had made it to the bottom of the list, the last name being one Irene Fisher, an elderly woman in her late eighties. Looking towards the end, she saw her laying in the alcove bunk carved into the wall, withered arm hanging off the edge. Approaching, her coat tail was suddenly tugged lightly. Looking back, Mishy caught sight of a young boy clutching his stomach, eyes glossed over with bubbling tears. “My stomach hurts,” he whined, choked up.

Immediately, his parents pulled him away. “So sorry,” the father said. “He’s just hungry…” He looked away, lips curling downward. Urged on by the nod of a woman who must have been his wife, he stared at the medic, fervently. “The food portions aren’t cutting it. We need more.”

The medic’s expression remained stoic, though her head throbbed from the piercing cries of the child. “I’m sorry,” she said. “Food is rationed and distributed by the board of requisitions.”

“That’s not good enough,” he roared immediately, fists tensed up into balls at his sides, the veins pulsing.

“I’m sorry,” she replied coolly, despite the random outburst causing her to cringe inwardly. “There are hundreds more people within this building that need to eat as well. At the moment, this is the way things are. It may change as time goes on. Please be patient.”

The man grit his teeth, eyes clenched shut, creasing lines in all directions. He trembled on the spot. She could tell he was contemplating something. Backing away, she kept her gaze on him, hand inching towards her hidden weapon. Within her chest, her heart quickened, and her breathing shallowed, as her mind raced. The last guards stationed were back a ways. This man could kill her before they arrived or at least cause some horrible damage. She was definitely not a fighter.

Others in the room tried to dissuade him, begging him to stop but kept at a distance. The boy was bawling, screaming, his father’s raised voice terrifying him. “I’m okay,” the boy cried. “I can wait until next breakfast!”

“Shut up! This b-bitch is going to get us more food whether she likes it or not!”

“Please,” she said, trying still to keep leveled. “Don’t do anything we are both going to regret.”

“A-Are you threatening me?” He growled, spit slathering down his chin. “You damn State Watch dogs are nothing but captors! I bet you have your own fancy room and more than enough food!”

“What I get is rationed t...”

“I won’t fucking hear it,” he interrupted with swat of his fist, coming between a few inches of her face. “Don’t you fucking lie to me!”

Hand trembling, she had her hand close to her gun now. “Oh I see,” he said with a dark chuckle. “You better be fast with that.”

“I don’t want to have to use this,” she said, a slight panic leaking into her voice. A bead of sweat raced down her cheek.

Everything around them dulled, the boy’s hysterical crying stifled by his mother who had pulled him into a tight embrace. Everyone had slinked towards the walls, covering their eyes and mouth’s. Heart pounding in her ears, the medic grasped the pistol grip. “Think of your son…”

Manic eyes shooting open, the man’s mouth ripped open to shout but it was another that took its place, a bloodcurdling, crackling shriek that couldn’t belong to anything human. Baffled, they both faltered, the man turning back to the horrid sound. Charging at him was the old woman, eyes corroded yellow and festering with hunger. Bony hands slashed out before her, jaws clacking loudly. In that split second of absolute horror, the medic flicked the gun from its holster and fired off a round, the blast, ear shattering. A sharp vibration shot up her arm.

She had no idea when she had closed her eyes but when they opened, a heavy blur muddled the scene before her. Ears ringing painfully, head ripping at itself, she blinked, a single, stinging tear rolling down her face. Arm dangling, she saw the gun, loosely in her grasp, a trail of wispy smoke rising from the downturned barrel into the air before evaporating. Afraid to look up, she gulped down the thick lump in her throat and forced herself to do so, but very slowly. The civilians were clutched to the walls, hiding in their bunks, shivering and weeping. Some buried their faces in pillows. The overhanging fear was almost palpable.

The raging man stood frozen on the spot, body trembling, looking not at the medic but at the corpse on the ground, head resting in a pool of fresh blood. All his anger had dissipated, fear taking its place. “Y-You shot her,” he managed to get out. “You are a…murderer.”

His words struck her chest, sending it to the deepest pit of her stomach. “She wasn’t…” She trailed off, staring forward blankly. Did she imagine she was undead? Impossible, she reprimanded. However, the question remained valid until she could check. However, she made no attempt to move.

At her back, the door burst open with two armed guards filling the doorway, rifles drawn. “What the hell happened?!”

“She killed the old woman,” the man shuddered, face sallow. “She murdered her.”

One guard ran up alongside the Medic. “Health Officer Mishy, is that true?”

Gun quivering in her grasp, she tried to speak. “I...Th...ought…”

Pushing past the man, the guard knelt by the dead body, noting the perfect, dead shot center of the bullet smoking in her forehead, the wound deep and crusted in thick mucus and puss, mixing with the trail of blood left behind. Carefully, he spread one of her eyelids, revealing a sickly yellow and brown cornea, all blood vessels burst into a sea of sickly infection. Mishy watched, the whole scene as if it was an out of body experience.

“She was turned,” the guard stated, dryly, with a very subtle hint of relief. “Mishy saved your life. Be grateful.”

Though the news should have relieved the medic, she remained in place, lost to everything around her. “Get Mishy out of here. I’ll deal with the body. Everyone else please stay at your bunks until the situation is concluded.”

Running over, the other guard that had waited by the door, pat her shoulder gently, before turning her away from the scene. They walked out into the hall, away from the others. “Are you alright?”

Mental state a jumbled mess, she could only manage half a nod. “Thank you. I-I think I need to lay down.”

“Understandable. Do you want me to escort you to your room?”

“I’m fine,” she replied dully, taking a few staggering steps away. “T-Thank you.”

Suddenly, the walls seemed to close in around her, whizzing to encase her in a claustrophobic box. Disappearing behind a corner, Mishy kept up her gait, but trails of tears lined her cheeks. They would not stop flowing, despite the many times she dabbed them away with the handkerchief she held in her free hand. In the other, she still grasped the gun, much heavier than it ever was before. Logic tried to pierce through, trying to promote reason. Even though she had been assured that she had saved that man’s life and had killed an undead, not a normal human being, it still weighed heavily on her. Impossibly so. This was however the first time she had ever shot anything other than a target.

Sniffing, she didn’t realize it, so lost in the aftermath of what just happened that she had just been walking blindly down the halls, taking turns without thinking. Retrieving her portable mapping device, she hovered her finger over it. Finally pressing it, a sudden, staggering boom shook the entire complex. The tubed fluorescents running along the walls shook and flickered.

Nearly toppling over, she straightened up quick before another blast rocked the building, this time coming from a different side. Gasping, she lowered to the floor, the icy sting of fear locking her joints and freezing her insides. “A-Are we being attacked?!”

Cued, the hidden alarms started blaring, a hollow, jarring whirl that echoed eerily down every hall. Then another earth rocking explosion took out the lights completely, and silencing the alarm, leaving Mishy in blackness and total silence. Fumbling, she pressed the map that blazed to light, blinding her, the only sound coming from her frantic breathing. Focusing on the blip, she tried to remain calm, though at this point, it was comical to assume she could manage such a thing.

Fiddling with the touch screen, she found the option to press to remap her location. Upon pressing, a vibration exuded from the device, shaking in her hand and a little bleep sent a sonar out in all directions. It took but a moment to return but the map flashed with three massive, empty spaces in the exterior walls on multiple sides of the complex. ‘How? How?!’

In the darkness, a ghastly orchestra of guttural moans leaked into the halls that pricked every hair on her body to stand on end. The undead had got in. How soon would it be before they completely overtook the entire compound?

Pointing the device away from her, the bright light cast a glow a few feet ahead of her in a cone. Lifting the gun upwards, she hesitated, feeling her index finger tensed on the trigger. ‘Where do I go?’

Command was at the center. But to get there, she would have to make it through whatever entered from those cavities. Shuffling feet encroached on her and then a gangly form came into the light. Peering up, she locked eyes with a tall undead. It hissed, patches of skin missing from its lifeless face, shredded layers hanging between an exposed set of broken, and gnashed teeth morphed in a deadly grin.

Mouth agape, Mishy struggled to raise the gun to face level and squeezed the trigger, watching as its head imploded from the bullet, splattering a mess of ooze on the walls around her and on her. A wet chunk slid down the left lens of her glasses. It was cold against her skin, the sensation sinking deep under her flesh. Wiping off the glasses systematically, she backed away as others came into view, groaning, torn garments revealing their infested and putrid, grey forms.

Feeling her legs threatening to become rubber, she wheeled about and ran opposite of the increasing numbers of the dead. “Help,” she screeched. “Anyone!”

An explosive rattling sounded ahead. Gunfire. Sprinting towards it, her coat whipped behind her, her shoes clapping against the floor. She kept calling out, incessantly. Then suddenly, passing by a door, she heard a click and the door shot open. Suddenly, a wall of invisible bodies slammed into her, knocking her to the ground, glasses flinging off along with her mapping device, skittering off in the distance. A myriad of undiscernible sounds mixed together into a collage of anarchy. Disoriented, she fumbled to reach out for her glasses, the light of the device being filtered through many moving, blurred shadows. Her hand was trampled on more than once, striking pains up her arm.

Hissing in pain, she kept flicking her fingers out until they miraculously found them. Putting it on her face, she snatched the device, its light revealing the jigsaw cracks in her lenses, obscuring her vision. It was almost impossible to see through them. She could make out however, many people running away. Civilians. The locks must have been released. With the urge of the horde behind her, she found her footing and followed after the others.

Her thin body ached. Dizzy, she slugged along the wall, but rushed as best she could. Peeking back periodically, she gratefully couldn’t make out the dead in the glow of the device. They clearly lagged behind. Unfortunately, however, the civilians had all but disappeared from sight as well. Though being rag dolled around that stampede would have most likely killed her.

Then came the screams. Chilling to her very core. The very sound made Mishy’s skin crawl as if thousands of ants crossed over her nerves. Snarls mixed in with the screaming, ripping and shredding following. A reddish light filtered out revealing a tight corner a foot away. With no other choice, Mishy plastered herself to it and peeked out. Before her, the escaping civilians had met a force of the undead, some tackled to the ground and ripped open. A macabre feast unfolded before her very eyes. The dead’s jaws clacked on whatever they could latch onto, ripping apart chunks of meat. Bodies were rent asunder and intestines cleaved from stomachs, eyes, guts, all manner of extremities snatched free. Gurgling, the victims flailed futilely in their grips. Some had escaped, through the gaps, running out into the night to some unknown fate.

Panic and adrenaline pin balled inside of Mishy as she hid behind the corner and glanced at the map, looking for another way out. Out of sheer luck, she found she had just passed by a door that miraculously led down to an emergency exit. This would have been used would they have known of the attack, all personnel and civilians in this sector led out in file. It was her only chance. Going back, she found the door just as the zombies from the other side caught up and silently shut it behind her. Catching her breath, she followed the tight corridor without looking back. She had no idea what she was going to do or where she was going to go once she had escaped but that would have to wait for her to actually get out. Meeting another door at the end, she opened it, entering what looked to be a colossal garage bay.

Her device revealed fully armored, military Humvees, prepped and loaded with mounted 50 caliber M2’s. Maybe she could take one. Abruptly, shrieking, grinding metal suddenly made her leap out of her skin and duck down instinctively, inhaling so sharply it hurt her chest. Clicking the mapping device off, she moved behind one of the vehicles as the grating continued, wrenched by something powerful. A rolling wave of crimson light filtered over the floor. The bay doors were opening. Inhaling, she clasped both hands over her mouth, scrunching her knees to her chest as tightly as possible. With a mighty slam that shook the ground, the room was now bathed and visible.

Booming footsteps announced that someone or something had entered the bay. A powerful, sharp hiss spewed out into the air following more clomping, deep steps. As it grew closer, Mishy scurried onto the other side, away from it. A dangerous, biting curiosity snapped into her fear, but she refused to look at whatever it was, the image of her sharing the fate of those citizens keeping her rational. Instead she looked outside and her eyes shot open as far as they could go at what was revealed to her.

The curved hill that led into the streets were paved in an intertwined pathway of mutilated corpses, nothing left by grotesque mush and severed limbs and bones. It was beyond anything she had ever beheld. Pinching her nose, she tried to stay silent as the putrid stench clogged her senses, filling her throat with threatening bile. Whatever was inside, moved towards the door Mishy had just came through and halted. Going round the front of the Humvee, the medic clung to the grating and stuck one eye out the side. She immediately cursed herself for doing so.

Through the broken lens, she made out a tank of a man bulging with thick plates of cement armor and rippling, muscle the likes she had never seen. It had the form of a human but there was no way it could be. A high rise, mechanical neck brace veiled their head and their hands were encased in monstrous gauntlets, thick pistons attached to its sides. Glowing, red designs flowed through the brace and gauntlets, pulsing. On its back plating, the insignia of the Xenolith revealed clear as day, etched deep within the armor.

Horrified, though morbidly curious, Mishy wondered how he was going to fit within the confines of the hall. With no means of escape, with this beast so close, she kept glued to the spot and observed as he reared his long, behemoth arm back. The gauntlet hissed the same as before, the pistons jutting screwing outwards. Pulling back as far as it would go, the tank thrust his fist forward with a speed and force she could not make out and with a ruptured blast, the wall exploded into a gaping hole that left a cloven path as the rubble and dust cleared, marring the entire area in a brown haze.

Mishy had fell back from the blast, left nearly deaf save the intense ringing. The Humvees had quaked, nearly toppled onto their sides. Shaken, rattled and scooching back, the medic watched the monster trudge on ahead with each staggering stomp. In an unnerved spike of anticipation, she hopped up, and snuck outside, running as fast as she could despite her muddled condition. Stepping between the bodies, her flats squelched against gore and blood, lashing out against her legs and coat tail, sullying it. Least that thing could not have heard her, especially after such a blast and distance between them.

And with one last, inquisitive glance back, her entire body locked into place as a pair of blazing eyes of absolute flame glared at her from within the shadowed compound, searing into her very soul. Her heart beat slowed before kicking up. Nearly choking on air, she found the energy to dash away, fully expecting him to mow her down. No beastly steps charged after her however and she had escaped across the cleared street, under the shadow of the light way, Tram Bridge.

But to what end? The place that had kept her protected was now destroyed and she was stuck out in the streets. Where would she go now? Flicking on the mapping device, she pushed outward, to the country view and noticed again how bad her glasses were. Scoffing, she snatched them off her face in irritation and tried her best to focus on the map. Compounds like this one, were all marked as blue blips in each district. Marking the next one closest to her, she sighed heavily. She needed to at least attempt to get there and warn them of the sudden attack. With the enemy having such a monster on their side, it was hard to imagine what could possibly be done about it but it was all she could come up with. It was her only logical option, join with more of the State’s Watch. Alone, it was blatantly obvious that she wouldn’t last for long.

Then again, there was no way of knowing if the other compounds weren’t already like this one. The stressful and panicked thoughts reminded her of the throbbing headache that had turned into a full on migraine. Digging into her coat pocket, she felt a bottle and pulled it out. The label was hard to discern but she could make out enough to realize it was aspirin. Plopping two in her mouth, she leaned her head back and swallowed. Exhaling she rubbed her eyes. Checking the clip in her pistol, she closed her eyes and regained her composure, organizing everything in her head. “First things first,” she groaned, knowing it must be done. “I’m going to need to find some new glasses.”

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