ravengoth23

You were sitting on a log away from Hershel's house while you observed the other group members. Your group was searching for Sophia for days now and you weren't allowed to help them because “you were still too weak”. Daryl found you after you ran away from your camp which has been attacked by dozens of Walkers. You could barely get away unnoticed because they were busy eating your friends and family. You sighed. They gladly accepted you into their group and you wanted to thank them by helping. It started to get dark and only Shane and Rick came back. “Is Daryl still not back?” Rick asked the others after you gathered

Snap, Crunch. Leaves crumpled in your grasp as you stuffed them into the burlap sack. You grabbed from random areas favoring the dry spots on the surface. Crackle. Crunch. You glanced around through the trees for any sign of nearing stumblers, afraid the soft commotion you created would draw them in. Seeing no sign of life – or afterlife – you sighed in nervous relief and continued your task. Life was tough anymore for you. For three months, you lived constantly glancing over your shoulder for any stumblers or assholes who tried to steal your supplies. This apocalypse ruined your life, completely. It killed your mother, howev

Levy wasn’t used to feeling so nervous or shy.  At least when not around a certain Iron Dragon Slayer, who shall remain nameless to protect his identity.  No, today was Lucy’s eighteenth birthday, and Levy was nervous about the present she held in her hands. Lucy was having her part at the guild.  It wasn’t like the whole guild shut down or anything – with almost a hundred and fifty members, they’d be celebrating someone’s birthday every two or three days!  Lots of people crowded her table, offering gifts and shouting celebrations.  None more so than Natsu, Levy noted wryly. Levy clutched the little recta

This story is the sequel to ‘A Small Heart’.  It contains ideas that have been present in my other fics, so it may not feel original if you’ve read a lot of my stuff. Gajeel was not a lovey-dovey kind of guy.  But, since admitting to himself that he liked Levy, it had changed him in ways that he had never expected.  She was just so… intoxicating to him.  He always wanted a bit more.  Another smile.  Another glance. Which might go some way towards explaining why he was acting like some kind of creepy peeping Tom.  She’d left her window ajar in the summer heat and he had pushed it open, watching her in the dark.