I forgot I wrote this. May need to do something more along these lines regarding PTSD.
Also... uh... slightly graphic imagery. Torture mention.
Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail.
Title: What Dreams May Come
Pairing: Midnight x Yukino
Requester: itsajoshyboy
Prompt: "The dreams were reoccurring and frightening, to say the least."
The dreams were reoccurring and frightening, to say the least.
Nearly every night for a week now, she'd wake up in a cold sweat, her sheets clinging to her like a second skin. Her chest would heave as her lungs fought for every breath of air, and Yukino would stare into the dark for a long time. Then she would gather up her fear-soaked sheets, dump them in the wash, and take a hot shower to try to purge the ickiness on her skin and in her mind.
No matter how hard she tried, though, she could just not seem to scrub away the lurking memories of being on that cross; her shoulders wrenched and slowly dislocating under her own weight, the sun beating down upon her, the jeers and lewd remarks of the soldiers that paraded her and the others around like trophies of war.
Her guild mates never questioned it when she showed up with dark circles under her dull eyes. Oftentimes they sported their own matching set.
Eventually, her older sister took note (as older sisters do) and demanded to know what was going on. When Yukino explained, Sorano became very quiet. After several long moments, she then introduced Yukino to her teammate - a very sleepy-eyed man with two-toned hair.
Yukino and the rest of the guild never dreamed of that horrible day ever again.
