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[-Daughter_of_Apollo-]

But the guard still tries to act like the don’t care and keep up their rough personality>>>

[oksanakostrikov]

It’s giving „my day is terrible but he’s the sunshine in it.“ and I love it ❤

[WildViolet_]

It was so cold in my cell. I do not remember how many days I lay there on the ground, unable to move from the grief I faced. James, my best friend since childhood. The only reason I’d been able to carve a name for myself in this bitter land we called home. I couldn’t save him on time. It was my fault he was gone, and yet when I held him in my arms, he did not glare at me or say that he hated me. Instead he smiled, and told me he loved me. And then he left me. I wanted to be with him again. I heard the familiar sound of footsteps approaching, soldiers of the kingdom regularly patrolled the prison, making sure no one could escape. I paid them no mind, I saw no reason to escape. Nothing awaited me beyond my jail cell. The footsteps stopped at my cage and I heard metal hitting the concrete ground. I turned my head, wondering what the sound was. One of the guards was sliding a tray of meat and bread into my cell. He smiled warmly at me, reminding me of James.
“HI there, ” he said with a grin. “I notice you haven’t eaten anything since coming here, so I figured I’d bring you something better than the slop they serve here.”
He looked young, nineteen, maybe twenty at the oldest. Close to my age. I looked hungrily at the food, my stomach growled and my mouth watered at the sight and smell. It was the first real food I’d seen in weeks. I pushed myself up, wincing as the gash in my side took the weight of my body. I clutched and readjusted so that I would not strain the injury any more.
“You’re hurt, ” the guard said, looking surprised. “Hold on, I’ll go get something to treat you.”
He took off running as I pulled the tray of food closer and started eating. It was the best meal I’d ever had. The bread was soft on the inside and crisp on the outside, tasting of butter and cream. The meat was tender and seasoned to perfection, falling apart in my mouth. I was already almost done eating by the time the guard returned with a roll of bandage and sterilizing gel. He helped treat my wound as I ate, and promised to get me more food soon. The man reminded me so much of James that it made my heart hurt. And sitting in my cell, belly full and wounds treated, I came to a realization. I could not give up just yet. I could not leave the people like James and the guard at the mercy of the kingdom. I needed to save the world. I could mourn James after that. The guard continued taking care of me every day after that. I learned a lot about him, as he never seemed to stop talking. His name was Hugo, he nineteen years old, and he had two little sisters who’d been left in his care after his parents both passed. As time passed, I learned to trust Hugo, and he was the one who helped me escape from prison. Together, we defeated the corrupt King and freed the land from his cursed presence. We split the land between ourselves, developing it into two great nations that we each ruled. And with time, I was slowly able to heal from my past. I still miss James, but I am better now. And I know he would be happy if he could see the kingdom as it is now.

[Artaddict]

See, most of the time you’d expect a person in jail to deserve being locked up. But that’s not always the case. Alec leaned against the stone cold wall, his wrists sore from the chains around them.

He didn’t know how long he’d been here at this point. Days? Weeks? Months? Every second he spent there felt like an eternity. Please I just want to go home. He thought, hoping by some miracle he would find a way to escape.

Creeekkkk

The wooden door opened, a guard walking in with a platter of food, he seemed to take a peak outside before quickly closing the door.

Alec stared at the tall boy, he didn’t seem much older than he was, maybe just about 17. “ Here.” The guard slid the platter through the bars. His voice kinder than all the other guards that had come to feed him.

Alec looked down at his plate, confusion washing over him. He never got this much food, why was he getting it now? Paranoia ran through the air, what was going to happen?

“ It’s okay, you can eat it-“ The guard sat down in front of him, the only thing in front of them being the bars. Alec hesitantly started eating the food, his chains clanging against each other.

“ Is your arm okay-“ The guard questioned, his voice flooded with concern. Alec looked at his arm. bruises running down it, cuts and scrapes everywhere, all his wounds covered with dirt.

Alec stayed quiet. “ Here..” The guard stood, walking over to a cabinet, it held bandages and medical supplies.

He sat back down, reaching his hand out between the space in the bars. “ Let me help-“

[Milaena_is_trending]

Twist: the guard turns out to be the single emperor/crown prince/duke

[luvaldc]

“ so you do have a heart! “
“Pfft- no- I just can’t bear to see you suffer.”

[milicadiy]

A small act of kindness. Sometimes, that's all it takes. In Paula's case, it was a seed planted on dry soil, watered with droplets of hope. As the leader of the Resistance, she was captured by the President, whose secret lair was solitary and terrifying. His faceless goons did their job and tortured her without a second glance, but as days passed, she refused to give in.

And she was right.

"Here, " Eric said gently, gifting her a chocolate he'd hidden in his satchel while the President and his elite soldiers were away on an important mission. "A little treat. I hope you like it. Please don't hesitate to tell me if there's anything else you need."

At first, she was confused. Eric was guarding her cell, and although his long brown locks, doe eyes and charming smile gave him an aura of trustworthiness, he seemed like any other guard to her. She was staring at the chocolate for an uncanny amount of time, which caused Eric's smile to drop as he took it away.

He sighed. "I'm sorry. I knew you wouldn't forgive me after my participation in this mission, but I wasn't trying to poison you. I'm just keeping up the act so that my family doesn't get murdered."

"Poison me?" she gasped, completely befuddled. "I'm no stranger to dangerous situations, but even I'm not that cynical. Really, I appreciate the gift. It's just that I wasn't expecting it at first, but thank you for your kindness."

"It's the least I could do, " he said, laughing awkwardly. "I like you. There's just something about you that took me in since the moment you got here. Your compassion, your hope, your defiance... They are truly inspiring. It's no wonder you're so popular. I'm already thinking that maybe, we could be friends... Someday."

"Thank you, " she said with a faint smile as she took the chocolate, waiting for the President to return at any moment.

And he did, soon enough.

"I gotta go, " Eric stammered, nearly tripping down the stairs as he ran away from Paula's cell. "Bye!"

After that, the night was no less solitary and terrifying than the one before, but at least it was the beginning of a beautiful friendship. What neither of them anticipated was that it would turn into something more.

[-Skyler-]

This could be an actual plot twist for a story!

[Heriath]

It's giving, shatter me.
But she ends up with the villain in the end

[OmniSaturn]

Daughter of the pirate king and Rhysand and Feyre from Acotar vibesss!!

[Anna-gbvd]

I sit on the freezing stone floors the cold seeping into my bones, every time I move I feel the wound on my back opening back up I sit there curled up on the floor as hunger rips through my stomach, I hear foot steps echoing off the stone walls I look up trying to appear fine I glare at the guard as they place some food in my cell and wait till they walk away, I try to reach the food but the pain in my back is to strong, I haven’t eaten in days and I begin to feel lightheaded my eyes begin to blur I don’t even notice the sound of footsteps I only realise I’m not alone when I hear a muffled curse, I see the person reaching out to me, I flinch away I hear a soft voice murmur “hey it’s ok, I’m not going to hurt you” I feel soft hands over my shoulder, my head is spinning and I feel something pressed against my lips, the person notices my resistance “you have to eat something” they speak softly I reluctantly swallow the food “that’s it your alright” they whisper still holding me gently, slowly the world comes back into focus “how are you feeling?” I look up to see the person holding me is the guard I nod slightly in response “good, come on let’s get you up” he smiles but as I try to stand up I feel pain shooting from my back, I wince and and fall back down, worry crosses their face “what’s wrong” the concern heavy in his voice I feel his gaze scan over me only to notice the blood seeping through my shirt, he gently pulls up the back of my shirt I hear a soft gasp when he sees a large cut stretched across my back “stay right here I’ll be back” their voice is firm but you can hear how worried he is, he returns minutes later with a medical kit and he begins to gently tend to my wound, feel him wrapping a bandage around me and putting my shirt back down, I feel his arms gently wrap around me “your going to be alright” he whispers softly

[i_editz]

Until the guard eventually gets caught 😭

[Its___me]

The rain pattered onto me through the net roof made of metal.
My dagger is no help, it lays helplessly inside my corset.
Though it’s been 3 days since I’ve been whipped, the wounds hurt like they’re new so I can’t lean against anything.
“Your Majesty?”
I only know one person here who calls me that
Oliver
“I thought your master stopped you from calling me that” I smile at him
“Well if you’re born with that title kinda hard to get rid of it? Am I right?”
I shrug
“Ok now, I have to go in 5 minutes show me your back”
“My back?”
“Well you’re not whipped on your face are you?”
I chuckle
Ow even laughing hurts
I remove my dress and show him my back
“Ow what the heck”
“I can’t heal all of them, in face I don’t even know how to heal any”
But despite that he ripped a bit of his dirty brown shirt and wrapped around my torso
Pain shoots up my torso to my neck.
“There” he walks backward
“If you care so much why don’t you let me out?”
He’s already at the door
He turns his head and says
“Very soon, Your Majesty, very soon”
He walks out
He knows his master would kill him if he does that but he trusts me, he trusts me to win.
Oh and I’m gonna do just that

[justjjswrld]

THIS IS SO KAI AND CINDER CODED AND NO ONE CAN CHANGE MY MIND >>>🤭

[thewritingmechanic]

Scenario: The hero leaves their friend and the villain, who hate each other, to fight while they help people get out of harm's way.
Later, they end up having to "pick up" their friend because the villain is holding them hostage.

[Mack.davisssss]

This mysterious guard wears his helmet every time he visits me. I had once asked to remove it, but he had declined almost immediately. He brings extra food and he tends to the wounds the others guards inflict.

Just when I started to fall for him, I was dragged into the throne room. They beat me every time my people killed or hurt one of theirs.

I look up at the crown prince to beg for forgiveness on my people's part. It doesn't work. Then, I can feel it. They use a whip on all of my back. Someone is screaming, I barely register that I am the one screaming. Through my teary vision, I can barely see the prince. I expect to see him smiling, but he's deeply frowning and looked concerned. I don't get time to think about it. A whip cracks against a newer wound.
"Stop. Please stop." I say with a shaky voice.
"Guards! I think that is enough for today."
I think I heard him whisper something to the guards before they take me back to my cell. And everything went black.
I expect to wake up in my bloodied cell, but I find myself on a comfortable bed in a dim, candle lit room. And then I feel it, the pain from the beating. It feels like a thousand knives piercing my back.
"Don't move love, it will only make it worse" someone speaks softly beside me.
I move my head so I can see the mysterious someone.
"It's you. You're the prince, " I say with my voice raspy from the pain.

[lissieehr]

One character confessing their love because they know they're both about to die

The other pretends to love them back so that the other can be happy in their last moments

[faceless_artista]

“Thanks for healing my wounds..”
“It’s my job to”
“Not the physical ones silly.. the mental ones..”
She stood still gazing down at me from out my cell whispered
“I try my best to heal”

[TheOfficialKelp]

This is almost exactly what happens in the fourth book in the inheritance cycle,

Nasuada, the leader of the rebels is captured and being tortured by the evil sorcerer king Galbatorix.
Galbatorix has an apprentice who is to become king after Galbatorix.
The apprentice is called Murtagh. Murtagh comes in (illegally) to help and care for Nasuada.
It was love at first sight.

For more of the story, read Inheritance by Cristopher Paolini. It is a fantasy novel.

[Seaweed_Brain_]

I sat in the cold and everlasting dark as I wished for some light to brink over the hill. Of how I wish the sun was faster. I taken a shallow breath. God it hurts to breathe. I star at the ground silently watching blood pool around my leg. I can’t look. I go back to urging the sun to go faster. I hear a door open and I immediately start panicking. I can’t take another torturing. Oh god please. I pull myself to the far corner so that it would be harder to see me in the deep shadows. I freeze as a guard stands at the front of my cell and pulls out his keys. Oh god. I scramble to get as far away as possible. He opens the door and closes it. Oh god. He slowly walks near me and whispers, ”It’s okay buddy. I’m here to help you.” I start flailing when he touches near my stab wound on my leg. He quickly pins me down and whispers, ”You can’t be doing that. I’m trying to help your wounds. Now shut up and sit still.” I lay motionless and he stands up. I sit up silently and stare as he pulls out a role of bandage. In another he pulls out. Well I’m not sure what it is. Though if it’s poison then that’s also fine. Cause then I’ll be able to die before I get torchered even more and I have to tell information.
I stifled a cry of pain when he pours some of the liquid onto my wound. He gives an apologetic nod and starts bandaging my leg. Why the heck is he helping me? He stands up and goes to leave and I quickly speak, ”Why did you help me?” He looks at me, ”Cause what this kingdom is doing, is wrong.” I nod then speak, ”What’s your name?” He smiles, ”Michael. You?” I think for a moment. Have I forgotten my own name? Then a name crosses my mind and I blurt, ”Alexander.” Yeah. I think that’s it. The knight nods and walks out and he quickly locks the door then disappears into the grabbing shadows.