So this is a Zeref x Mavis reunion I came up with prior to 450. Their meeting is much different, and she doesn't die yet. I considered a way to make a chapter that works in lieu of ch 450, other than the death of course, but for my sanity's sake, lets just make this an Alternate time line.
Disclaimer: Fairy Tail does not belong to me, it belongs to Hiro Mashima
Hero?
By lightning-storm
Mavis stumbled into the guild, tears flowing as she heard a high pitch cry in the back room. A baby? She thought. Then widening her eyes in realization, 'Yury's baby!'
"It's a boy!" wiping her tears, Mavis hurriedly enters , a warm feeling rising in her chest.
"He's beautiful," choked out Yuri's wife. Eyes directly on Mavis, Rita holds the baby up. "Will you please name him master?" she breathes.
After a moment of concentration, Mavis smiles, an odd feeling in the pit of her stomach.
"How about Makarov?" She asks quietly, "It was the name of a kind prince I once read about." Rita and Yury glance at one another and smile in approval.
"That's a fine name," Rita whispers warmly. Holding her hand out weakly, Rita smiles sweetly, urging the first to take hold. "Thank You...Mavis. "
Smiling brightly, Mavis takes Rita's hand, tears of joy staining the edge of her eyes at this wondrous occasion. Why should she worry about the Dark wizard?
Feeling a bit of energy leave her, Mavis gasps as Yuri's wife closed her eyes and falls back on the bed, skin pale and hand limp.
"Rita?" Called out Yuri in confusion, "Rita…what's wrong? Answer me Rita!" he called in desperation, and Mavis' eyes widened in terror.
"No." she whispered anxiously, body trembling as swirling energy filtered throughout her belly.
Noticing the expression in her eyes, Precht reaches out to comfort her, "Mavis?"
"When you realize the preciousness of life, people around you will start to disappear."
"No!" She cries, barely managing to evade her older friend's grasp.
"She's not breathing." stated Warrod matter of factly
"What?" Called out a young medic. "That's impossible, she was fine a minute ago!"
"Aaaaaahhh!" Screams the first, turning away as she feels a wave in her stomach beginning to emerge.
" FIRST! " Precht shouts, reaching out to grasp the edge of the girl's robe. He hisses as he fingers begin to burn.
With her eyes filled with terror, Mavis makes a beeline towards the front door, casting a bit of illusion magic as she does so. "Its ALL my fault!"
"Wait...first...MAVIS!" cries the older man, stumbling back as a bit of pressure pounds in his chest. Hearing strangled cries, Precht looks around , noticing as many of his comrades fall back
"What's happening?" They cry, clutching their chests in pain.
"This pressure?" choked Warrod, falling to the ground.
"It hurts." cried Yury, tears of despair rushing down his cheeks.
Precht looks up, eyes wide as the girl disappears behind her illusion. "MAVIS!"
Hearing Precht's desperate cries behind her, Mavis had to do all she could not to turn back and hug him. She couldn't be by them anymore, she couldn't be with any of them.
"Waahhh!" Mavis crief out. Why did this have to happen to her? Why did she have to leave those she loved behind?
"You do not understand the true value of life..."
Tripping over a tree root, she cried out as Zeref's handsome face filtered into her mind, all life vanishing with her touch. She had to find him had to find him, as terrifying as that prospect was. She had to find him and speak with him about the curse once again. For only he could help her. Trying to remember where she had last seen him, the tiny girl hurried there as fast as she could, to no avail. Zeref was nowhere to be found. Mavis dropped to the ground in despair. "Zeref, " she whispered, "Oh Zeref, Where on Earth can you be?" Collapsing in a sobbing heap, Mavis gasped as a slight wind blew around her at the edge of town. He was near, she could feel it. With that, she took iff for the edge of town, hoping that the mtsterious black mage would still be there. It wasn't long before her prayer was answered.
"Mavis?", came his soothing voice, and she looked at him with a crazed look in her eye, greenery dying around her.
"Zer…ef." she squeaked out, and he looked at her in understanding.
"So it's been activated." he whispered sadly, and she choked back her tears before staggering to her feet.
"How do you do it?" she whispered. Stumbling towards the dark mage, her legs give way as warm arms encircle her. Burying her face in rich robes, "How do you live day by day, knowing that any moment you may steal life from those you love."
For a long moment the man says nothing, then pushing her away he looks at her with an almosy kind look.
"You don't," he said simply, and Mavis crumples before him.
As the petite girl sobs into his chest, Zeref caulks his head a long dead emotion seems to stir within his heart. Perplexed, he tips her face towards his own, wiping her tears with his thumb.
"Mavis…" he starts, and she looks at him with her bright and innocent eyes, expression filled with uncertainty. Catching his breath as he gazes into her shining green gems, he brushes his lips across her forehead. "Perhaps you should join me." he whispers almost gently, and Mavis looks at him with wide eyes before tightening her grip on his robes.
"What?" She asked brokenly, not quite sure she heard him correctly.
"Join me and I can show you how to control the curse."
Surely he was joking, there's no way that would work. Could it? Remembering the legends she pursed her lips, comtemplating. Had he not been around for 300 years? Despite every warning signal in her body going off, she let out a breath she didn't realize she had been holding.
"Where?" she asks desperately. Resting his forehead against hers, Zeref smiles oddly, causing a strange shiver down Mavis" back.
"I've built myself a country." he states quietly.
" A Country" she asks, perplexed.
"It's not on this continent, but I'm the emperor there," pausing briefly he looks in her..." and the curse no longer has an effect."
"How?" she asks in astonishment, something akin to hope in her eyes
"I'm not sure," gazing heavenward, " I suppose they've become pawns, units of some sort. It"s actually kind of enjoyable."
"Why?"
Gazing heavenward, "Preparation for war I guess."
"WAR!" Mavis cries, pulling away, a terrified look in her.
"Now don't get me wrong! War is ugly and disgusting no matter how you look at it..although,"he said brokenly, "sometimes its needed to control the curse.."
"But you just said it was enjoyable."
"Oh did I?" He questioned, confused, "That is my purpose...I am living so I can die. I need power. I need to help...no I need to destroy, no to control... I must...I Acno..." stumbling backward, Zeref clutched his head in pain before falling to the ground. "My head hurts."
Mavis was instantly beside him. "Zeref!" She cried, wrapping her arms around the sweltering mage. Was this what happened when one was exposed to the curse too long, Mavis thought, terrified.
Feeling Mavis' warmth around his shoulders, the black mage places his hands around her waist," Mavis," he whispers, leaving a small kiss on her earlobe, "Will you come with me?"
Mavis sighed in defeat. She had once thought this man impenetrable, all armor, no weakness. Yet, as she spoke with him, she realized, he was no hero, he was a villain, crawled up from hell. Nonetheless, He had been nothing but kind and honest with her, even when he spoke such harsh words before. They were true, they were all true. He taught her and saved her. Now he needed her, and if she was to be honest with herself, perhaps she did as well. Though she now understood how dangerous he was, she couldn't help but be drawn to him. He was her strength, and she…what s he?
"All right," she spoke, her voice barely audible above the sound of the whispering wind, and the young man looked at her hopefully." But if I go with you," she pauses, could she do this? "Do you think we could BREAK the curse?"
"Break the curse?" he asks in surprise, "I don't know if it's possible. I've tried, many, many times." contemplating, "I have lived many years, seen many things." He paused, from the Time of scholars, to the Age of Mortals, the time of Dragon's, to the Age of Magic. Throughout everything I WAS there, learning, experimenting ...acting ...meditating ... but I have yet to find a way break the curse."
"But you were alone!" she cried," And now you have me!" tears flowing freely down her cheek, "Surely we could come up with something together!"
"Together?" he stares at her in surprise. Unable to articulate his thoughts, something wet fell from Zeref's eyes.
"I don't remember the last time anyone made me so happy...no one has ever been so kind to me."
"Sure they have," she chuckles, "You just don't remember." A warmth grows in her heart as the dark mage's eyes light up in joy.
"Mavis…" Zeref states, "Neither have I cared for someone as much as you," and he kisses her, holding her tight as she molds into his body.
"Mmm," she moans, her heart racing as Zeref's sheer power overwhelms her. Feeling weak Mavis drops her arms from about his shoulder.
Pulling away after what seemed like ages, Zeref smiles as the lovely girl opens her emerald eyes, her body flush from his kiss.
"Are you ready?" he asks warmly, and she nods slowly. "Than hold on,'wrapping his cloak around the girls' shoulders, Zeref gives her one last kiss before a tunnel of wind surrounds them. "This may be a little rough."
Refusing to cry out as the wind seems to cut into her flesh like knives, Mavis held onto Zeref as if her life depended on it. For a moment it seems as if the whole world was disintegrating, but almost as quickly as it begins, the wind ends and Mavis is graced with the sound of birds and the peaceful smell of the deep blue sea. Daring to open her eyes, the petite woman breathes deeply as she absorbs the kingdom in all it's glory. Mighty stone walls stand before her, encrusted with shimmering jewels, gold engravings, and marble staircases. Grecian temples stand proudly, overlaid with gold plates as dancers parade the streets, and men of talent stand among the crowd, providing the gift of song and beauty.
"Welcome to my country…" he whispers quietly, "My Princess," and Mavis' eyes widen in surprise.
"Beautiful," she cries in astonishment, and he pulls her close to him as hundreds of people rush out to greet them.
"Emperor Dragneel!" cries a man with bright red hair and Mavis looks at him in surprise.
"The emperor is back!"
"He's back," cries a small boy with wild blonde hair, struggling to see through the crowds as they rush out to meet him. A shaggy black haired companion following close behind.
"Back?"
"Yeahhh!" answered a chorus of people.
"All hail the emperor!"
Astonished, Mavis paused for a moment, the crowds of people overwhelming her senses and causing her death magic to react.
"No..." Mavis choked, "Too close!" Terror evident in her eyes, Zeref quickly touches her shoulder, the restless magic settling into a quiet lull.
"Careful," he chides, "The more you feel, the more you destroy."
"Thank You," Feeling the dark magic settle, Mavis felt a warmth in the pit of her stomach as a man with a striped shirt and messy black hair came out to greet them, a green haired beauty beside them.
"Welcome home my Lord!," he states cheerfully, "We weren't expecting you soon!" Eyes falling on the petite young woman beside him, his eyes light up in amusement. "And who's this lovely little thing? May I see her?" he grins, a lecherous look on his face, and Zeref tenses, flashes of anger rolling off his chest.
Realizing he's talking about her, Mavis flushes slightly, unsettled with the look on his face. "I'm-"
"No, you may not," Zeref commands, stalking toward the funny looking man, an eminent threat of punishment evident in his stance, "This one's mine," Mavis flushes a brilliant red. "I suggest you treat her accordingly..."
With blood red eyes and pursed lips, Zeref gives the stranger a look that can curdle milk, and the man shrinks back in terror.
"Y…yes my lord," states the dark haired man, trembling as he steps away from the powerful man.
"Thank You," answered Zeref, a pleasant tone in his voice, "Now if you will, please summon Invel so we may give her some appropriate robes."
"O…Of course my lord." and he hurried away.
Turning his attention to the petite blonde, Zeref smiled warmly. Holding his out to her, "Coming love?"
The way he was staring at her made her shiver, and yet, "Yes!" she wouldn't have it any other way. Clasping his pre-offered hand, they entered the palace, a tall man with silver hair and ice blue eyes, coming to greet them as they did.
-FIN- Maybe?
Not the best story, but eh, I had to write something about them. Maybe I should have stuck with the canonical idea instead. Hope you like.