A/N: I own nothing. This story was just a random thought, so let me know what you think and whether I should continue.
Dragonrider.
"She always did like tales of adventure-stories full of brightness and darkness. She could tell you the names of all King Arthur's knights, and she knew everything about Beowulf and Grendel, the ancient gods and the not-quite-so-ancient heroes. She liked pirate stories, too, but most of all she loved books that had at least a knight or a dragon or a fairy in them. She was always on the dragon's side by the way." Cornelia Funke - "Inkheart"
1. Take the Pill
No one's POV:
Her heartbeats were growing erratic. With each beat, the world froze, her vision faltered and her body failed to follow the commands. Move, she told herself, yet her knees gave in. Another beat and she lost her focus. She had stayed out too late, partying with her rowdy guildmates. She had stayed out too late and that was the consequence.
God, how she needed the pills right now. She was almost on the brink of crawling on the streets to get them. Luckily for her, there were only a few stairs separating her from the white bottle. Damn Natsu for making her stay a little longer. Damn Mira for pouring her another drink. Damn Levy for distracting her from the clock. Damn them all.
She dropped her keys twice on her attempt to unlock the door. Her fingers were shaking from the lack of the drug, but her breathing seemed to be calmer. As if she knew how close she was to it. The white bottle.
She looked like a mess. Her hair was tangled and make-up ruined. She was sweating heavily and shaking all over her body. Her wrinkled clothes thrown into the image, anyone would have looked at her in distaste. She was ready to throw up.
Although there were no sounds, she felt like the ringing was infinite. She grabbed the white bottle, pushing the huge glass vase she'd bought after their last quest out of the way. It shattered into millions of pieces as soon as it hit the floor, but Lucy could not really care about it. She really needed those pills. Immediately.
The bottle fell, leaving only a few pills on her shaking hand. She popped them in her mouth without looking at them, before leaning against the shelf. It was no medicine. She could not remember when or why she had started taking the pills. Everything was hazy inside her mind. She knew how awful they made her feel, when she could not have them, but they helped. They helped to shut down the voices in her mind.
With a content sigh, she leaned to sit and ignoring the sharp glass cutting into her leg, closed her eyes. When she opened them again, it was early morning. The shivers had stopped and besides feeling and looking like crap, she was okay. And being okay was the only thing that mattered.