#yes its 3am and i need to be awake at 8am

[fightaers]

i'm travelling again to visit more relatives tomorrow but i'm currently accepting this prompt and if there's any one who'd like to send some, i can't wait to tackle it all soon !!! 🫶🏻

[theolddarkmachine]

Kingdom- Preview

Gajeel has had the dream about dying for a blue haired princess for about half his life. He was so used to it by now that he hardly paid it any attention now. That was, until the woman from his dream shows up and now he isn’t so sure it’s just a dream.

Hey y’all! This isn’t necessarily a done deal-- that description sure as hell isn’t a done deal I just wasn’t sure how to not give too much away lol-- but wanted to throw out this little something that I wrote up real quick. Consider this like a pilot episode if you will. Let me know what you guys think and if you’d be interested in investing time in it with me :) Thank you so much for stopping in and especially for all your support!

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Everything was dark and the only thing Gajeel could feel was a heavy weight across his chest and the cold that was biting at his fingers. So this is death. The thought was oddly comforting. He hadn’t expected it to be so calm nor had he expected it to be so quiet yet as he lay there, the weight on his chest growing heavier and the chill working its way through his body, it was the most serene he’d ever felt. Well, that wasn’t quite true. A flash of blue danced across his mind’s eye accompanied by the memory of a tinkling laugh. Gajeel had always known she’d be the cause of his death. He’d been born to give his life for her after all, and he’d happily do it all over again if he could. Knowing his blue haired princess would live on was all he needed to go on in peace. The weight started to suffocate him as the cold gripped his heart like icy fingers. Light started to eat away at the edges of the inky darkness surrounding him. In the distance, he heard her voice. It was faint, but it was there. He smiled into the light as it consumed the remainder of the darkness. Yes. He would do it all over again.

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The light of the early morning sun poured through Gajeel’s bedroom window, landing squarely on his face and pulling him from the dream. The first time he’d had the dream, he’d woken in a cold sweat. Everything had felt so real that he’d woken his father up in the middle of the night to ask him to check if he was, in fact, alive still. Granted, he’d been 15 years old at the time, but he couldn’t really be blamed for freaking out over the fact he’d literally felt what it was like to die. At 25 years old, he’d had the dream enough now to be used to it. It was actually a weird night if he didn’t have the dream. He almost missed it when he woke the next morning after not having it.

A groan escaped his lips as he slung an arm over his eyes to block out the sunlight. Just another day, he thought to himself, as he willed his body to let him go back to sleep. As if it was that easy. He’d never been one to be able to get back to sleep after he’d woken up, unfortunately. The sound the city outside his window wasn’t helping much either as cars constantly honked, people talked loudly and the occasional siren went past. Why he’d chosen to move to a big city was beyond him. He’d never really been one for huge cities, but something had just seemed right about this one. The feeling that drove him to move to the city was the same that drove him to do a lot of things. It always started as an idea that tickled the back of his mind, just barely there but there enough to always be on his mind. Then the feeling would grow until he couldn’t do anything else until he did whatever it was the feeling wanted.

Gajeel liked to think of it as his intuition, but he couldn’t ever shake the feeling that somehow the feeling and the dream  were tied together somehow. Shaking his head to clear his mind of that thought, he groaned again before rolling over to look at his alarm clock. It was 8am, far earlier than he wished to be up given he hadn’t gotten home from work until 3am. If being a bartender didn’t pay so well in tips, he would have ditched it long ago. Luckily, it did.

As he stared into the alarm clock as if he could will the time to go backwards, he felt the dull ache at the back of his mind, urging him to go for a walk.

“Might as well,” Gajeel sighed into the quiet that filled his apartment. Not like he wasn’t already awake or anything. It would actually be kind of nice to get out for some fresh air. It was Fall and the air had a nip of cold to it and the trees were covered in a beautiful array of orange, yellow and red leaves. If he was being honest, it was his favorite time of the year. Rolling out of his bed, he went to the bathroom to relieve himself and brush his teeth. He inspected his reflection as he raked his fingers through his unruly black hair in the closest attempt of taming it as he was going to make. The studs that ran in a row above both of his eyes and lined his nose glinted with the light from his bathroom lights. All in all, he didn’t look as tired as he felt, which was a plus. Leaving his bathroom, he snagged a pair of grey jeans and a frayed black knit sweater from his dresser. The feeling had already grown and was taking over all his thoughts as he tugged his sweater on.

“I’m going, I’m going,” he growled to himself. He was aware it was crazy to talk to a feeling, but, well, he did often wonder if he was crazy. With the feeling and the dream, he wouldn’t be too shocked if he was. After pulling on a pair of worn black boots, he grabbed his keys and headed out the door. The thought that was wreaking havoc on his thoughts was already started to dissipate as he made his way down the stairs to the entrance of his building. It wasn’t until his foot hit the pavement outside his building that it disappeared entirely, not that he’d noticed because in that instant a shock of blue hair across the street caught his eye.

Standing at the corner just on the other side of where he stood, waiting for the light to change so she could cross, was the blue haired princess. He hadn’t ever actually seen her face in his dreams, but he knew that shade of blue, and every part of his body screamed with recognition. His breath caught in his throat as she looked up, her honey colored gaze meeting his crimson one. A pink blush brushed across her cheeks as she tightened her grip on the book that she’d had in her arms pressed against her chest.

You were born to give your life for her. The foreign voice echoed through his mind as he continued to stare, unable to tear his gaze from her. She was the most beautiful person he had ever seen. It almost looked as if light radiated from her as she stood there on the street corner, hair held back with a bright yellow scarf and in a knee length green peacoat. He watched her as the light changed, signaling pedestrians to cross. He watched as she looked down at the street as she stepped down from the ledge. A loud blare of a horn finally broke him of his trance, and made time stop. Her head snapped up to look in the direction of the blare coming from the truck that was barreling down the street, straight towards her and the intersection. He watched as she froze, mouth falling open as she stared straight into the grill of the truck that would inevitably hit her if she didn’t move.

You were born to give your life for her.

Gajeel hadn’t ever moved so quickly in his life. Willing his feet to move him as fast as they could to close the distance between them, he felt her solid form hit his chest as he closed his arms around her and used the momentum to throw them both out of the way. The last thing he heard was a scream, and the blare of the truck horn.