#they really woke up and thought i'm going to make link gather parts from his wife

[derrickwildsun]

The Great Fairy getting ready to ask Link to fetch Light Dragon parts to upgrade his Champion's Leathers.

#zelda totk #totk spoilers #light dragon #princess zelda #they really woke up and thought i'm going to make link gather parts from his wife #that was so mean #don't bully zelda #i like to think it's just link's way of giving zelda a makeover #i'm sure zelda would love leftover samples to study

[backmuscles21]

Where Is She?

Tsu'tey x Reader, a little bit of Quaritch x Reader

Summary: You didn't get a chance to leave with Jake when they left Hell's Gate, Quaritch ensured that you'd be stuck in his room not that glass cell. Jake led the clan to victory, Tsu'tey still wondered where you were and if you were okay. When they raid Hell's Gate for supplies they'll find out if you really are okay or not.

Don't ask why I keep coming up with fucked up things. Quaritch screams abusive energy and I'm here for it, apparently. I also keep doing stuff with being with Quaritch and going after Tsu'tey, don't ask why either because I don't know why.

Warnings: physical abuse, emotional abuse, sexual abuse, psychological abuse, references rape/non-con, kidnapping, blood and violence, torture, implied starvation.

You were abruptly taken out of your link, your eyes rolled back as your body dropped to the forest floor. You woke up as the tube was turning off, the top opened and you looked around you. Everything was blurry and muted, a side effect of being thrust out of the link. You saw Grace screaming and Jake throwing a punch, you heard more yelling and calling from all around you. Once you gathered yourself together, you kicked the man who stood by the link bed. You got out of the link bed and went to punch him; you were angry and everyone else around you was screaming.

Before you could throw the punch, a fist full of your hair was grabbed making you whine out and lean back to avoid some of the pain on your scalp. You tried to turn around enough to see who had you by your hair, but they had it right by the scalp.

“I thought I told you to be a good girl.”

The whisper in your ear brought chills down your spine.

Quaritch, that’s who had a hold on you.

You didn’t respond to him, you couldn’t, it would only make things worse.

You got told that you were leaving Pandora, that Earth would be your home again. Jake, Grace, and Norm were brought to a glass cell, the avatar program was shut down fully. You were supposed to be in the cell with the other avatar drivers, the only problem was that Quaritch wouldn’t let you go that easily. He took you to his room and locked the door, it was this room that you’d rot in for quite some time.

You remember the look on Tsu’tey’s face when Jake told them what he was actually doing here. You didn’t know Jake’s full involvement with Quaritch but it shocked you to hear it, regardless you still knew that they wanted to take home tree down. Tsu’tey’s face held resentment and pain, he chose you, he mated with you and you betrayed that. This was how you chose to repay him? By hurting his people, by taking his home.

He loves you, or rather, loved you, how could you do this to him?

You never wanted to hurt him, becoming one of the people was one of the best things that has happened to you, meeting Tsu’tey even more so. You didn’t want to hurt him; you never wanted it to end up like this. He taught you how good someone’s soul could be, he taught you that you were deserving of such immense love. You tried to remember the feelings Tsu’tey gave you as Quaritch beat the shit out of you in his quarters. You missed the sweet words Tsu’tey would say to you or the way he’d lightly kiss your head or the feeling that warmed your body when you mated for the first time.

You tried your hardest to remember how terrible Quaritch was, you tried to remember how amazing Tsu’tey was. But that didn’t matter, not once Quaritch apologized to you for hitting you then kissed you and held you. You had to admit, Tsu’tey was good for you, he treated you well. Once you met him, nothing would compare. Being with Quaritch initially was amazing even when he started to physically and emotionally abuse you, you’d forget all about the bad stuff and only remember the best parts.

Tsu’tey made you realize how awful he was, Tsu’tey made you distance yourself from Quaritch but you could never fully shake him. Quaritch wouldn’t let you go, he knew how to fuck with you, he knew how to get into your head. He liked to threaten you and scare you; he knew how he could keep you with him.

After the initial first day of being stuck in his quarters, it would only get worse. He came back the next night, after dealing with the avatar drivers skipping town and bringing a link unit with them. That night you really got it; he was angry and he was pissed. He punched you and kicked you and he wouldn’t stop, he only saw red. As he hit you, he’d ask where they went or where they could’ve gone. You, obviously, had no idea, which only served to make him madder because clearly, you had to know.

He would leave his room for the next few days with bruised and bloodied knuckles. He didn’t care, he was doing his job, he was trying his best. You kept thinking about Tsu’tey as you lay half naked on his floor, you stopped crying from the pain and the fear a long time ago. You could feel blood dripping out of your nose and various other wounds on your body, you would spit it out of your mouth every now and again as well. You wanted to be safe in his arms again, you wanted him to hold you as you cried out all the physical and emotional pain in your body.

When Jake went back to the Omaticaya people as Toruk Makoto, he landed the Ikran in front of them and begged for their help. He needed to help Grace who was dying, he needed help to take out the sky people. They agreed, they would help him, they would fly with him.

“My mate, is she okay?” Tsu’tey asked Jake afterwards.

Jake didn’t want to answer, mostly because he didn’t know, she wasn’t with them. He wanted to avoid the conversation, he didn’t know if you were alright or not and that ate away at him.

“I do not know. She is not with us.”

“Then where is she?”

“With the sky people still. They have her. She wasn’t with us when we escaped.”

“How do we get her?”

“Once we take them down,” Jake said as he walked off.

After Grace passed away, things were getting worse. The RDA kept tabs on the growing population of Na’vi, waiting till it was time for them to head in.

The battle was long and arduous, but the Na’vi won thanks to Jake.

Jake and the other Na’vi pushed the sky people out, they were sent back to earth by force.

After all the sky people were out of the base, they went in to raid any supplies that the scientists that were staying would want or need. They went through there grabbing supplies and going through all the rooms to get supplies out of them and making sure everyone was gone.

Scientists were boxing things up and taking whatever they could, a few of them went down halls and opened doors. Until they got to a door that was locked, the master unlock code wasn’t working either. Once they found out who it belonged to, they understood why, the head of security had some tricks up his sleeve.

They shot the door in and when they entered, the room was dark but they could already tell something was off. Max was the one who turned the lights on, he and Norm were there and they saw the blood on the floor and you lying on the bed. Your naked back was to them, your back was bruised and they could see your spine and rib pressed against your skin.

They only knew who you were once they went closer to you and saw your face.

“Jake?” Norm said over the comms.

“Yeah, what’s up?”

“You’re gonna wanna get in here. Down the dorm hall.”

“On it,” Jake replied and headed in.

Once he saw them down the hall, he got closer to them and they both looked at him.

“What is it?” Jake asked.

“We found her,” Norm said.

Jake took a moment to realize what that meant, his eyes went wide, “is she okay?”

“She’s alive. Okay is another thing.”

Norm and Max moved out of the way for Jake to duck down to look in the doorway.

“What the fuck?”

“I think it was Quaritch. It’s his room. He’s had her in here probably since we left,” Norm said.

“You think he’s been hitting her since then?”

“More than likely, the bruises and the lacerations tell me that it’s been happening a while as well as the scarring,” Max said.

Jake went into the room to look at you closer, you were just in your underwear. Jake kneeled down and covered you with the bed sheet, his hand rested on your shoulder and slowly shook you to wake you. You woke up with a jump and you looked at Jake.

“What are you doing here, if Quaritch sees you, he’s gonna-“

“He’s dead. All the sky people have been forced to leave.”

“What?”

“He’s gone. No one else is here aside from the avatar drivers and a few scientists.”

“He’s gone. Like never coming back, gone.”

“Yes. Now, let's get you out of here. Tsu’tey has been asking about you nonstop.”

“Tsu’tey,” you whispered.

“He’s been missing you.”

“Where is he?” you sat up and looked around.

“He’s good, he’s outside. We should get you cleaned up and dressed.”

“I wanna see him.”

“We will get you outside and you can see him.”

“Can you grab me the shirt and shorts there,” you said as you pointed to a pair of folded clothes.

They were Quaritch’s but it didn’t matter, you didn’t have any of your own clothes here. They handed you the clothes and turned around as you changed. When they turned back around, they could see your face fully. The bruises were healing but you had two healing black eyes and your nose looked more than likely broken. Blood was staining your skin and teeth, your lip was busted and your cheek had a deep laceration, your nose had smeared blood under it. Your brow was split with blood smeared around your eye, probably from when it dripped down and you wiped it.

They couldn’t believe their eyes; your arms and legs were covered in bruises and cuts. The room had blood on the floor and walls, there was shattered glass on the ground and a framed picture broken and on the floor. You were handed an oxygen mask and you walked out with them, Jake picked you up and walked carrying you like a child. You could barely walk; you were weak and your body was so frail. You got closer to the door to the outside, seeing the light made you smile, showing off your blood-stained teeth.

You saw all the different scientists and Na’vi getting stuff together to move to their new home base. You looked around and that's when he caught your eyes, your mate.

“Jake, put me down. I wanna see him.”

“I’ll go over there,” Jake said to you as he walked over.

“Tsu’tey, brother,” Jake started and Tsu’tey turned around.

Tsu’tey’s eyes light up, your condition scared him, it took a moment for him to process that you were the human version of his mate. His hands touched your cheeks over the mask and he got closer to you.

“What happened to you?”

“Nothing. I’m fine.”

Tsu’tey took you from Jake’s hold, they shared eye contact for a moment before Jake left to help out again.

Your arms were around Tsu’tey’s neck, he kissed your head, “I’m so glad you’re okay.”

“I’m glad you’re okay.”

“What happened? I was so worried. No one knew where you were.”

You couldn’t respond, your eyes closed as your lips quivered and stretched. You started to sob; your head rested on his shoulder as you let out all the pain you’d been holding back for months. His large hand rubbed your back as he held you close to his body; he said loving things to you in Na’vi.

“What happened? Please tell me.”

“When we tried to warn you about home tree, we only had a short time to try and get you out of there. After that, we were told that we were to be sent back to Earth. They got put in a cell but I never did, I was taken to this room of the guy I was seeing before you. He is very possessive and didn’t want to get rid of me but I never wanted him. Once you showed me what love was, I never had it with him. I just thought about you, all I wanted was you. He would beat me, ask me where Jake went, he would kick me and punch me…he’d rape me. He was like this before I met you, I just let it slide. You showed me what it meant to have self-worth. I just thought of you and that got me through it,” you were dry-heaving and choking as you talked to him while still crying.

Tsu’tey kissed your head again, “thank you for telling me.”

“Can we please go; I just want to be alone with you.”

“Yes, tiyawn. Let’s get you cleaned up and I’ll take you back. We should get you linked up to find your other body too.”

“You wanna bathe with me?”

“I don’t have to, but if you’d like.”

“Oh, I’d like.”

Tsu’tey flashed you a rare smile and walked off.

#avatar 2009 #avatar #tsu'tey x reader #tsu'tey te rongloa ateyitan #tsu'tey avatar #miles quaritch x reader #miles quaritch

[hjparisian]

need you to fill the void pt. II- harry j potter x reader

link for part I pairing: harry j potter x reader w: angsty, swear words, the tiniest mentions of fucking, some fluff a/n: i did not expect this to be so long, but i hope it's alright

It's been over a month since (Y/N) was last with Harry. After the last time Harry came in begging for comfort, (Y/N) woke to an empty space next to them, Harry no where to be seen. Any hope they had about him staying with them was gone.

(Y/N) tried to put their focus elsewhere, towards school, really anything. It was difficult. Though hope was lost, they couldn't help but think about Harry. He was such a significant part of their life and without him it just felt there was a hole in them. a void only he could fix.

Unfortunately, his presence was back with Ginny Weasley, having seen them together in the Great Hall the following day. There wasn't anything (Y/N) could do, other than try to move on. But could anyone truly move on from "The Boy Who Lived?" Especially when it felt like he was the best thing they ever had?

(Y/N) felt like they were slowly and surely improving despite the occasional thoughts about it. But all that progress came crashing the moment a certain scar faced boy stood right in front of them at the library.

"Hey." The first word Harry has said to them in a while, was 'hey'? (Y/N) did not dare to look up, spitting out the words "What do you want Potter?"

"I- er- just wanted to see how you were." Harry said. (Y/N) stopped writing, suddenly feeling the pent up anger coming out. "You wanna see how I'M doing? After not even talking to me for practically a month?" They spat out. A loud "SHHH" could be heard from Madam Pince, glaring at the two. (Y/N) gave a tight lipped smile, mouthing the words "Sorry" towards her before looking back at Harry. "If that's all you want, you can leave, I'm busy."

"C'mon (Y/N) I just wanted to talk-" They cut him off. "Oh really? seems like you weren't much into talking to me lately." Harry stares at them, "(Y/N)-" "You know what, I'm leaving, I can't concentrate."

(Y/N) gathers their stuff and exits the library, wanting to get away from the boy who hurt them. Harry stands there, longingly gazing at them as they leave.

The next week was an odd one to (Y/N). They kept feeling someone's eyes on them and when they turn to look, the culprit seem to always be Harry, who would look away with a flush on his cheeks from embarrassment of being caught. Then there was Harry walking up to them trying to have a talk, but (Y/N) would always ignore him, walking past him or avoid him by going the opposite direction. Then there was the notes they would find out of no where saying stuff like 'hey i miss you', 'how are you doing', 'can we please talk'. They would either end up in the trash or at the very bottom of (Y/N)'s bag.

(Y/N) sat in their dorm room reading a book until there was knock on their door. Their dorm mates were out and wouldn't come back til the next day since it was the weekend, which left (Y/N) confused on who it could be.

They opened the door to find Harry on the other side. When (Y/N) met Harry's eyes, it looked like they shined a little brighter in that moment. Harry start to speak, "He-" BAM. Slamming the door closed. (Y/N) just stood there.

There was another knock, "(Y/N) please open the door, I just want to talk!" (Y/N) yelled back. "Go away Harry! I don't want to talk!" Harry spoke. "Please (Y/N). I'm not leaving til you let me in to talk to you." "Oh well, that sucks."

They could hear Harry sigh heavily. "(Y/N) I'll blow your door down if you don't open it in three, two, on-" The door opens, revealing an angry (Y/N). "Make it quick," they say. "Let's just get your nonsense over with."

Harry walks inside, (Y/N) closing the door behind him. He takes a second to look at the room he hasn't stepped into since over a month ago. His eyes land on (Y/N), who crosses their arms before opening their mouth, "Well? What do you want?"

He felt the nerves crawl inside him. "Well um. I just wanted to say that, I-I really miss you (Y/N). And I'm sorry." He stares at them, scared for their reaction, which in all honesty he should be.

(Y/N) felt themselves fuming. "That's it? That's all you wanted to say?" Merlin forbid they get a heartfelt apology. "What now? I accept your apology, we fuck, and then you go back to Ginny and ignore me again?" (Y/N) screams.

Harry opens his mouth to say something but (Y/N) cuts him off. "You know Harry, I'm sick and tired of this." He sees the tears flowing from (Y/N)'s eyes as they scream. "I'm so tired of being the other woman. I love you Harry. Do you know how much it hurts seeing you with Cho and Ginny? To see that the one I love doesn't love me back? It hurts Harry! I hate how you make me feel."

"I'm done Harry! I'm tired of the pain. Just go back and fuck Ginny and leave me alone!" (Y/N) sobs heavily and tries pushing Harry to the doors, overwhelmed with their emotions.

"(Y/N), (Y/N) stop! I cut it off with Ginny!" Harry tells them, lightly grabbing their arms. (Y/N) stops and stares at him.

"How do I know you're telling me the truth?" They ask, not completely trusting Harry.

Harry talks, "I cut it off a week after we last got together. You can ask Hermione, she knows. Have you ever seen me and Ginny together within the past couple weeks?"

(Y/N) takes a second to think. The only time they saw Harry and Ginny together was after they last had sex. They never really saw them together after that. (Y/N) shakes their head no.

"See? (Y/N), I truly love you, I do. I really am sorry that I hurt you," Harry says. "I just never realized it til just recently and I didn't think you'd feel the same. Do you think you could give me and chance and let me make it up to you?"

(Y/N) wasn't sure how to feel. They did feel happy that Harry likes them, but he still hurt them, even if it was unintentionally.

"I don't know Harry, it still hurts that you'd always go back to someone else when we were done. And you'd never stay the night with me. How can I be so sure you won't leave me again?"

Harry grabs their hands, holding them gently, and looks at them. "(Y/N), I promise that I'll never leave you. I never want to be the one that hurts your heart again. I'll do anything for you. I would even do your potions homework for you."

They chuckled. "No offense, you're absolute rubbish at potions." Harry laughs as well. "Well I'd do anything to make sure it would come out better than my homework."

They both laughed for a bit before making eye contact with each other. (Y/N) could see how vibrant Harry's eyes were. They were as green as the forests. They could rival emeralds (though (Y/N) would much rather have Harry than the emeralds). Harry saw how beautiful (Y/N)'s eyes were too. Sparkling from the tears they let out a few moments ago. They were like the stars in the night sky. He could get lost in them forever.

Harry started to lean forward, closing his eyes. (Y/N) followed suit. Harry's hands moving to (Y/N)'s waist while their hands went to his shoulders. Their lips met. This kiss felt much different than the ones they had before. It felt more loving. Caring. It felt soft. It was better than any other kiss they had. Cause it was out of love rather than lust.

The two left each other's lips, taking a moment to admire each other before Harry spoke. "Does this mean you'll give me a chance?" He smiles hopefully.

(Y/N) nods. "Yes." Harry let out a grin and hugged them. "I swear on my life I won't hurt you again."

He lets go. "I should probably go. It's getting late and I don't really need another detention from Filch." He turns to go before (Y/N) grabs his wrist.

"Wait Harry. Do you think you could stay the night? So you don't have to risk being caught by Filch." They shyly asked. "My dorm mates will be gone for the night and they probably wouldn't mind anyway. I have some of your clothes here too so you don't have to fall asleep in what you're wearing."

"I'd like that," Harry says with a smile.

The two got ready for bed, slipping under the covers of (Y/N)'s bed. Harry holds them in his arms while they laid on his chest. Feeling at home with each other. The void in each other's hearts was now filled with their love.

Harry looks at (Y/N), admiring them. "I love you."

(Y/N) mumbles, "I love you too, Harry," before drifting off to sleep with their lover.

#harry potter #harry potter x reader #harry james potter x reader #harry james potter #hjp #hjp x reader #hp fanfic #hp x reader #harry potter fandom #hp imagine

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Please Me: Oikawa's Oasis Part 3

⚠️This Fic is 18+, Minors DNI⚠️

Welcome to week 4 of the Please Me Series!  A collaboration with @axoxtxhxh! This weeks theme is Virginity Loss featuring Oikawa and Goshiki!  This weeks fics are broken into 3 parts! Parts 1 and 2 are linked in the master list below! Please check out Joey’s fic, Guiding Goshiki!  I will also link it in the Please Me master list!  

Warnings: swearing, slight angst, fluffy ending, virginity loss, kissing, male oral receiving, thigh riding, masturbation,  locker room sex, shower sex, unprotected sex, creampie, guided female masturbation, sub! oikawa, fem dom reader, petnames, one hell of a safeword 

Word Count: 5,000

Staring at the wall, you heard your alarm sound the following morning as you slowly arose from your bed.  You hadn’t slept at all since you had arrived home last night.  You couldn’t shake the feeling of shame and guilt for running away from Torū.

You’re feelings were valid, you knew that. But you knew it wasn’t right to run away from him like you did. You should have talked to him.  In a way, you probably made him feel more self conscious then you had your first time.  

You sighed as you got up to shower and head to the gym. You knew you needed to talk with Torū.  You needed to explain to him that none of this was his fault.  

Locking your door, you headed to the gym as you mentally prepared yourself for the conversation that would follow.  You wanted to tell him about how you were afraid you would ruin his first time.  How your first time failed miserably and that you didn’t want him to regret anything.  

Torū had become very special to you as both a teammate and a friend. You didn’t want to make his time with the team awkward in anyway.  You knew the conversation would be a difficult one but you had to do it.  

Arriving at gym you saw several of the other players nursing hangovers and you began setting up for the days practice.  You yawned as you went to the bench, to grab your notes as the teams captain approached.

“You must have really worn Torū out YN” he said nudging your side as you looked at him confused “he texted me this morning telling me he was too ‘worn out’ to come to practice” he said throwing up air quotes “I’m actually surprised you’re here today.”

Hearing the Torū wasn’t coming to practice hit your like a ton of bricks, the feeling guilty washing over you as you felt the urge to cry.  You turned away from the captain as he watched you walk away in silence, going to fill the teams water bottles.  

Stepping from the gym, you felt the tears flow as the guilt and shame of your actions washed over you. How could you act so immature?  How could you just run away?  

You cried as you went to fill the teams water bottles. God I probably made him feel so insecure. I’m such an idiot you thought to yourself as you tried to calm down enough to finish your task and excuse yourself to your office.  You could camp out there the rest of the practice, telling the coach you had some work to catch up on.  At least then you could cry in peace.

Torū groaned as he woke up from his small nap. He hadn’t been able to sleep because of what had transpired between YN and himself.  He felt so shamed, so inadequate.  These were feelings he didn’t often have, causing chaos in his mind as he jolted hearing the sudden ring of his phone.

He answered the FaceTime call to a smiling Iwaizumi as he tried to bring a smile to his glum face.

“Shittykawa what’s the matter with you?  I didn’t expect you to pick up. Don’t you have practice? Iwaizumi says as Oikawa just stared at him.

Iwaizumi was confused. He had known Oikawa for many years and this was the first time he had ever seen the former high school captain so gloomy. Even losing their 3rd year volleyball tournament hadn’t made the captain as sad as he was now.

“I messed up Hajime” Torū said as Iwaizumi reeled back.  Oikawa never used his full name.

“What happened? Are you ok?” He said as Torū tried to hold his composure in. His emotions were all over the place, he had never felt so vulnerable, so destroyed “Hey Torū, are you ok?”

That did it. Iwaizumi saying his name caused Torū to cry like he had never cried before. He wasn’t even embarrassed, not one bit. He didn’t have time to feel embarrassed. He felt too ashamed.

“Hajime” Torū said finally calming down “she- YN doesn’t want me.”

Iwaizumi was stunned.  Never had this ever happened. A girl didn’t want the Torū Oikawa?  What kind of alternative dimension was he living in?

Iwaizumi watched as his friend wiped his face with his palms, trying to figure out what to say.

“Uhh- well umm what happened” he managed to muster up as he tried hard to still comprehend the previous statement made by his friend.

“Last night, I went out with the team.  Things with YN got heated.  We came back to my place.  Everything was going so well.  Then I told her I was a virgin and she freaked out and ran” he said as he looked down, unable to make eye contact with his friend.

Iwaizumi couldn’t help but chuckle to himself and try as he might, he was unable to hold a straight face.  He laughed loudly as Torū’s head whipped up into view, sending glares at him.

“Dude, I'm sorry” he laughed “but please tell me that you just didn’t say ‘YN I’m a virgin’ and expect her to be like ready to rip your v-card from your grasp.”

Iwaizumi laughed loudly as Torū just continued to stare at his friend “I don’t think it’s very funny Iwa-chan” he said he  scuffed at his friends laughter.

“Boy, you really are lame shittykawa” he said chuckling “are you sure you really are good with women?  I mean I don’t blame her one bit!  Taking a guy’s virginity would suck!  I mean men really don’t know shit about pleasuring women so what’s in it for her?”

Torū thought hard while his friend talked. Maybe he had approached it wrong to begin with. Not that he thinks about it, his method of delivery was a bit hasty.  

“Dude, I think you need to just talk to her You don’t really know why she turned you down.  I mean it sounds like she likes you from the way things went last night. Maybe you just made her nervous.”

Torū knew his friend was right. You had never given him any indication that you didn’t like him and he knew that, last night you felt something just like he did.

Torū looked at his friend as he smiled “you’re right Iwa-chan I’ll talk to her tomorrow.” Iwaizumi laughed as he watched the light stream back into his friend’s face.  

“Good luck idiotkawa” he said hanging up as Torū laid his phone down.  It was getting late, well after practice had ended. He knew he should try and get to the gym to practice some before tomorrow. He gathered his gear as he made his way to the gym, hoping someone was still there so he could practice.

You had managed to avoid the team for the entire practice. The coach had bought your excuse and you stayed cooped up in your small office until after practice.  

You signed as you stood up from your chair, tired from sulking and crying the entire afternoon.  You grabbed your bag and locked the office door.  Thankfully it was Friday and you could spend the weekend sleeping.  You were exhausted but yet somehow found the strength to cry for hours on end.  

You approached the gym doors as the all too familiar sounds of volleyball slamming into the floor radiated into your ears.  You checked your phone, nothing that it was 7pm and well past practice time.  You approached the gym doors as you quietly peaked in to see a sweating Torū setting up a serve, smashing it straight into the net  

“UGH DAMMIT” he said shouting as he prepared the throw another one up, once again managing to net the ball.  He leaned over, placing his hands on his knees and he grabbed his towel and headed to the locker rooms.  He had only been practicing for an hour but he was just unable to get into it.  

You watched as he made his way into the locker rooms, following to the doors as you slowly opened them, hearing him shout from inside.

“Torū,you idiot!” he shouted as you winced at his words.  You felt awful. You knew he was like this because of what had transpired between the two of you the previous night.  

You walked in the doors, standing for a moment as you see Oikawa sitting on the bench, a towel placed over his head and his elbows rested on his knees.

You knew you had to say something.  You couldn’t let him think any of this was his fault.  This was all your doing and it was time you owned up to it  

“Hey Torū” you said softly as the locker room door closed behind you and Torū’s head snapped up to meet yours. He looked at you as you walked over to him, sitting directly in across from him on the other bench.

“We need to talk” you said as he put his head down, trying not to cry again.

“It’s ok YN.  There’s nothing to talk about” he said he went to stand up, stopping when you grabbed his forearm.

“No Torū” you said as you sniffles lightly “I need to apologize.”

Torū was confused as he sag back done the bench, removing the towel from his head.  He stared at you questioningly.  What were you apologizing for?

You played with your fingers for a moment as you tried hard to muster up the courage to talk.  You knew what you wanted to say, rather what you needed to say.  

“Torū, I’m sorry I ran out on you.  I shouldn’t have done that.  I- I just got really nervous” you say, still looking down at the floor as you took a deep breath and tried hard not to cry.

“When you told me you were a virgin, it made me nervous.  I remember my first time all too well and I- well I just don’t want your first time to be like mine was” you speak as Torū looks at you, still confused.

The whole time the issue hadn’t been that he was a virgin, it had been that you wanted him to have a good experience?  He was shocked.  Here he though the issue was him, when in reality the issue was your own self doubts. He listened as you continued to talk.

“My first time wasn’t good Torū.  I didn’t know what I was doing and I thought I had feelings for the guy but like he didn’t have feelings for me.  And I really like you Torū and I just don’t want you to regret anything.  The fact that you trusted me with something so special made me nervous and scares” you said as your eyes went up to meet Torū.  

He looked at you, staring into your eyes as he tried hard to comprehend everything you had just said. He felt awful that your first experience wasn’t good but he also knew his feelings for you were valid and now he knew you had feelings for him too. He continued to stare as he worked his way thought the issues in his mind.  

You frowned as you took his silence as a bad sign, sighing as you stood up.  

“Thanks for letting me explain myself Torū.  You are so amazing and you deserve someone special” you said as you went to leave the locker rooms.

Torū snapped from his thoughts as he quickly grabbed your hand, pulling you back into his as he placed a light kiss on your lips. He smiled as you looked at him, very confused as to what had just happened.

Torū put his forehead on yours as you smiled softly.  

“YN, you don’t get it.  I want you to be my first because of how I feel about you” he said as he looked at you softly. You had become an oasis for him. An escape from reality and daily life. You had loved volleyball as much as him and you had always been genuine with him.  

You smiled as you grabbed his neck, kissing him softly again as he pulled your body flush against his as he deepened the kiss.  He placed his hands on your soft waist as he moved his hand up and down your back as you grabbed at his hair pulling him in closer to you.

You break from the kiss, staring at each other as your lips hovered over his.  Your body hearing up as you could feel his erection forming against your thigh.  You kissed his chin to his neck as he pulled your pelvis in closer, grinding where he could, trying hard to gather any amount of friction to ease his aching cock.

He backed away from him as he watched in confusion as you approached the locker room door.

Not again he thought as he heard the lock click, watching you stroll back to him, pulling him back into a full embrace.  He needed you and bad.  He couldn’t stand this pain in his cock anymore. He needed relief and the only medicine was you.

You push him back to the bench as he sits down looking up at you as you smirk down at him.

“Torū do you really want this?” You said as he groans, looking up at your gorgeous figure.  

He nodded frantically as you took his chin in your hand “I need a verbal response Torū” you said as his eyes widened.

“Yes- yes YN I want this” he said as you step back, removing your shirt and leggings, watching him ogle at your nearly naked form.  

“Ok Torū, I want you to pick a safe word just incase things get to be too much for you” you said as he gawked at you in your bra and panties. He was having a hard time concentrating on the task at hand with you standing tall in front of him.

“Torū!” you repeated as you snapped your fingers in front of his eyes, trying to get his attention turned back.

“Oh shit- yeah a safe word, umm how about ‘Kageyama’?” He said as you stared strangely at the word.

“I’ve never heard of ‘Kageyama’?  What does that mean?” You said as he stood up from his spot approaching you as he grabbed at your scantily clad hips.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s just something will definitely snap me out of the mood” he said as you chuckled lightly embracing Torū in a heated kiss.  

Your tongue licked his lips lightly as he granted you access, opening his mouth to your wet muscle as you massaged your tongue against his, pulling light groans from his pretty head.

You tugged on his shirt as he lifted his arms up, letting you pull the shirt from his body as your fingers and palms run up his sculpted chest.  

Your fingers graze lightly over his nipples as he shutters and groans.  His body was so reactive to every touch, every movement. The fact that you were about to engage in intercourse with the setter still made you a bit nervous but you tried hard to cast the self doubt aside, wanting to make the experience memorable for both you and Torū.

As if on queue, Torū looked at you sweetly as he brushed the tip of your nose with his. “you know YN, we could just count this as your virginity loss too.  I mean clearly you are as nervous as I am” he said chuckling as you laughed loudly throwing your head back.  

“That’s a good idea Torū but I am experienced in pleasuring a partner” you said as you push him down to the bench “just be a good boy for me and let me take the lead, ok?”

Torū gulped as he eyes widened at as your form sunk to your knees in front of him.  This was really happening and in the team locker room.  Not an ideal place to lose your virginity but he was not about to interrupt you.

“Umm YN” he said as he looked at you , kneeling before him with your hands placed on your plush thighs “don’t you umm, don’t you want me to make you feel good too?”  

You chuckled lightly as you reached up pulling him into a heated kiss as he gently rubbed his hands along your soft arms.

“How about I show you what I like while I make you feel good, then you can try?” You say as he nods quickly watching your hands go to his gym shorts, pulling his erection free as he shifts his hips upwards, helping you to remove his pesky shorts.

Your eyes widen at his size as you think about all the possible ways his cock will pleasure your wet cunt.  You felt your core heat up as you looked up to Torū.  

He was completely blissed out. Lost in translation between here and fantasy.  He’s eyes sparkled with excitement as you tested the waters, lightly kicking the tips of his hard cock.

Groaning he threw his head back in pleasure as you smirked to yourself, going in for another lick.  Your tongue laying more and more on his stiffened cock as he writhed in pleasure under your control.

Your body headed as you watched his abs contract in the moment, his mouth hanging open as his tongue lolled out in ecstasy.  He watched as your fingers traced lightly from his legs to your own, peering down at your chest as your fingers danced lightly over your clothed clit.

“Fuck YN” he moaned as he tried his hardest not to come from the sensation of your tongue on his cock.

Taking one final lick, you stand up as you slowly remove your panties from your body, revealing your cunt to him as he stares at the wetness coating your inner thighs.  

“Did you- did I” he said staring at you as you laugh, pushing him back on the hard bench, placing one leg on each side as you rub your clit with your fingers.

“Yes Torū you made me this wet” you say as you widen his legs on the bench, his cock standing tall as you bend down, grinding your cunt on his lower thigh.  

“Holy shit-” he groans as you moan throwing your head back as his leg rubs your clit perfect.  He grabs his cock as he slowly begins to stroke himself, trying hard to concentrate on your moments and pleasure as he feels the wetness pool on his legs.  

You lean over, placing two of your wet fingers in his mouth as he sucks violently, causing you to grind faster and harder.  Your orgasm builds as moans and groans fill the air

 Your body heats up rapidly as the cord in your stomach tightens. Your pace quickens as does Torū’s as you feel the cord begin to loosen.

“Oh fuck Torū” you moan as Toru groans deeply, letting go of his aching cock to watch as you tip over the edge.  

“Come on baby, come for me” he says as the pet name tips you over the edge, your cunt pulsing on his thigh as he watches your face contort into pleasure.  

“That was so hot YN” he says he has gently caressed your arm and leg as his cock aches painfully beside you.

“We are just getting started Torū” you say as you adjust yourself over his pelvis, pushing his cock between your wet folds as your grind back and forth, trying hard to ensure your good and ready to take his cock.

“Fuck YN- I, I’m not going to last long” you say as you shush him, halting your movements.

“Hey its OK.  I already came so now we need you to come. How do you want to come Torū?” You say as he bites his lower lip, watching your pussy settle above his cock.

“Please YN- please put it in. I need to be inside of you princess” he squeaks out as you smirk at his request. You knew he wouldn’t last long inside of you.  One thing you prided yourself on sexually was your ability to ride a cock and boy was Torū in for a treat.  

You line his cock up with your wet cunt, slowly bending your knees down as you impaled yourself in his cock.

The stretch was delicious as Torū’s mouth fell open as he groaned and panted beneath you.  You knew he could feel the tightness you felt as you waited for him to adjust to being inside of you.

Torū’s hands flew to your hips as he tried his hardest to remain calm.  Your cunt was so tight and so warm around his cock. The pleasure was unimaginable.  All he wanted was to feel the release.

“Torū are you ok?” You said as you steadied your hands on his chest watching to make sure the man below you was still coherent.

“It’s so tight YN, please” he moaned as his hands went to your hips and you ground a little down on him as his core shuttered, causing his dick to jolt inside you.

“I’m going to go slow ok” you said as he nodded.  Your feet planted firmly on the ground, you pushed lightly on his chest as you propelled your hips up and down, impaling yourself on his cock over and cover again.  

The pace was agonizing for Torū as whimper and moans fell from his mouth.  You could feel your orgasm building and you knew Torū couldn’t hold on much longer.  You needed to go faster.

“Torū” you groan from above him as you continue your leisurely pace “I’m close can I go-”

“GOD PLEASE BABY FUCK ME” he shouts as your hips speed up, jerking his cock as you felt the familiar knot began to unwind “fuck YN I can’t hold out-”

“Almost baby” you moan as you feel the cord snap inside your stomach as your cunt pulses on Toru's cock causing him to groan and grunt.

“FUCK FUCK FUCK-” he shouts as his hips still into you, painting your walls white as he grips your hips firmly, whimpering below you as he tried his hardest to come down from his high.

He felt absolutely spectacular, like his body was floating on air.  He couldn’t believe how amazing his first time had been. He never imagined it would happen the way it did but he wasn’t complaining.  His body and mind were in complete bliss.

Coming down from your high, you laugh as you look at Torū’s blissed out state.  He smiles at you as he opens his eyes slowly caressing your cheek.  

“That was amazing YN” he said, breath shaking as he came down from his high, breathing steadily.

Your chest filled with pride as you felt sheer happiness fluid your body.  You had redeemed yourself and you had made Torū’s first time amazing.

Standing up slowly, Torū watched as his cum leaked down your thigh as you stood in front of him.  His eyes traced your form as he felt his cock jolt to life again, ready for another round.

Standing up, he quickly grabbed you in a bridal carry, running towards the shower as your screamed and laughed as he set you down, turning the water on and pressing your body against the shower wall.

“eww Torū, this wall is gross” you groan as his lips attach to your neck as you feel his erection growing against your pelvis.

“It’s fine YN, I’ll clean you up afterwards” he says as he kisses you deeply, pulling your body against his as he pulls you under the warm water.  

You break the kiss as you smile softly up at his tall form, water cascading down his body as you feel his hardened chest under your hands.

“I need you” he says as you smirk at him, turning around to face the wall.  You grind your ass into his already hard member as he grabs your hips, pulling you firmly into him.

“Then fuck me Torū” you say as you peer over your shoulders, watching Torū’s face fill with excitement as he lines up his cock with your still damp cunt, slowly pushing in as he slowly sinks deep into your hole.

“fuck YN- your pussy is just amazing” he says as he slowly pulls his cock back out, moving at a snails pace in and out of you.

“Torū” you moan as you mouth falls open  “give me your hand” you say as Torū’s hand appears in front of you as you place it between your legs on your hardened clit.  Torū moans when his fingers hit your clit as you rotate his wrist, showing him exactly how you like to be pleasured.  You let go of his hand as he continues to rub tiny fast circles into your clit as you propel yourself faster onto his cock, meeting his thrusts half way.

The air feels with the smell of sex and the sound of skin slapping as your ass meets his hips over and over.  

“Fuck baby” he groans

“I know Torū, just a little more” you squeak out as he picks up his speed, meeting your ass fast and harshly as his fingers speed up on your clit.

“TORŪ FUCK-” You scream as his hips still on your ass as he presses hard, his head falling to your shoulder as he tries to gain control of his breathing.

“Ahhh fucking hell- FUCK” he shouts as he chest heaves in relief as you both come down from your highs as he releases you and you turn to face him, kissing him softly as he grabs you, pulling you into a tight embrace.  

“Thank you YN” he says whispering into your neck as you smile softly.

After cleaning up and getting dressed, Torū helps you clean up the gym as you get ready to leave for the night.  Locking the gym doors, Torū grabs your hand as he pulls you along with him.

“Torū” you say laughing as the brunette pulls you hastily out of the building “my apartment is the other way!”

“Who said the night was over YN-chan?  I need to practice pleasuring you” he smirks as you gulp, following behind him quickly.

You sure were in for a long night ahead.

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Vicious

Part IX

Pairing: Steve x reader, Bucky x reader, Thor x reader, Loki x reader, Peter x reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, stalking, possessiveness, theft, all characters are adults.

Words: 1574.

Summary: Transferring to Stark Academy that has only allowed to take in female students last semester, you realize you are just one of three young women among hundreds of students. Your things are constantly being stolen, and soon you begin fearing for your safety.

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V |  Part VI | Part VII | Part VIII

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You didn't know what else to say, feeling ashamed. Who cared about your family circumstances? Definitely not Steve Rogers, a man you met just a couple of weeks ago and who knew nothing about you. Why did you say something like that in the first place?

You didn't wanna look at his face and see him feeling guilty because he didn't know how to comfort you. You didn't need to be comforted. You didn't need anything at all. It was just a simple cold, right?

Despite that, you suddenly started talking from beneath your blankets, "I have a younger brother. When he was born, we found out he was having severe asthma. His childhood was terrible, he had constantly been sick, I remember him being in and out the hospital all the time. Of course, because of his condition, my parents spent most of the time with him. He was just a little sick kid."

You hated yourself for talking, for showing something to Steve he shouldn't have known because he wasn't your friend, but you couldn't force yourself to stop.

"On the other hand, I am lucky to have good health. I didn't really got very sick, so, well, I didn't need help like my brother. So, I'm used to taking of myself. I'm a big girl, I don't need my mom to dance around me just because I have a cold."

Of course, you didn’t. You were perfectly capable of taking care of yourself, and even of Steve didn't show up, you'd be alright by yourself. You'd just take your acetaminophen, and then everything would be ok.

You kept silent, staring at the inside of the blanket and wishing Steve would just disappear, leaving you to your misery. You didn’t see his face, and you were glad you didn't. What he must think about you? That you were craving for his attention like a spoiled kid? Shit, it was so embarrassing. You were an adult, for goodness sake!

"I don't know about you, but when I had a flu sachet, it would make me fall asleep really quick. And when I was feeling sleepy, I would start thinking about the things I loved most because I hoped I would see them in a dream." Instead of feeling ever more ashamed, you listened to Steve's soft voice and thought you were lucky it was him being here with you now. "It actually worked, and I have been having my best dreams when I was asleep, sick. What are the things you love most?"

Surprised, you looked up at him and saw the most gentle expression on a face of a guy you had ever met. Why did he look at you like that? Why was there no pity on his face? Why was it making you cry like you were a ten year old kid? Before he could see anything, you hid beneath the blanket again and kept silent for a couple of moments to calm down.

"I love lemon pies my grandma used to make me, and her garden. She had tomatoes and cabbage and strawberries that smelled like summer. I loved watering them nearly every day because I thought I was a little forest witch who lived in her pretty cottage in the woods."

You didn't know why you were telling him this, but Steve has a strange effect on you. Or was it cold? You had no idea, but it didn’t really matter. All you were thinking about was the way fresh tomatoes smell when you'd leaned down to water them, and the sound of bees flying above strawberry's flowers. Your grandma was taking care of her cabbage - a very capricious guest in her garden - and you could hear her working, cursing grandpa for making the patches too wide in that funny voice of hers. Then she'd stood up, wiped the sweat with the back of her hand, and called you to come back to the cottage because if was time for dinner. You'd run to wash your hands in a barrel of water near the big apple tree when grandma didn't see, and soon you were sitting with her, eating her famous cabbage soup and then having a piece of a lemon pie because you worked so well today.

You could almost feel the taste on the tip of your tongue.

By the time you woke up, Steve was long gone: it was the middle of the night, and instead of him you saw a thermos with a still warm chicken soup on a chair, waiting for you. He sent you a message that you could call him at any time of the day - or night - and that he wanted you to have a bit more sleep to get better. After you had a few more sips of his soup, you fell asleep again, feeling warm and fuzzy.

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The weekend went fast. It was the first time in several years you spent so much time in bed. Steve kept appearing at your door from time to time with a new bags of food despite you telling him you had your own, but he always insisted you should it something fresh and warm. Surprisingly, he wasn't the only one at your door: Thor suddenly showed up with his whole team, bringing you notes for the upcoming exams they collected altogether, apparently. Loki sent you a message if you needed anything, and Peter left contacted you on Instagram, leaving you links to games you could play so you wouldn't feel bored. Even Bucky gave you a call, asking if he could come and give you a few packs of Neo Citran for your cold, but you kindly refused: Steve literally brought you a yearly supply of this.

It was strange. Of course, when you were in high school, your friends grew worried about you when you had been sick, but there was nothing else to it. Wasn't it always like this? Nobody came to see you. Nobody brought you soup or gave you meds or anything. Despite feeling embarrassed, you realized you actually liked it when somebody was close to you like that. It was comforting seeing Steve popping up and not having to worry about how pretty you looked: he laughed when he saw you getting all shy because you were in your pyjamas. He said he definitely didn't expect you laying on your bed in an evening gown.

Before you realized it, you were already getting better. It was just a cold, really. Soon your throat was no longer sore, and while you were still sneezing, your temperature dropped down to normal, so on Monday you were ready to come back to school as planned. Funny enough, you no longer cared if you passed your exams, having 100%. You didn’t talk about it with Steve, but Peter was laughing like crazy about that when you told him.

Funny. They no longer looked so scary to you. They were just a couple of boys, weren't they? Regardless all those scary rumors and stuff, they were just guys. Maybe they were weird and stupid and a little bit scary because you didn't know them, they were still alright. Thor said it to you, didn't he?

Monday was Bucky's day, so, once you were done dressing, he nocked at your door: you were feeling a bit shy, watching him in that leather jacket and torn jeans he kept wearing the whole year around, apparently. Barnes looked like a teenage girl's dream. He smelled like cigarettes - although he said he was trying to quit - and pinewood. Just like Thor, he liked to skip classes he didn't enjoy much, but he was smart enough to pass the exams. Funny enough, he had a motorcycle.

Again, you wondered how come girls weren't coming from a city on a bus just to go see him.

"Are you sure you’re feeling better?" He asked you softly. "You can stay home today."

"No, no, I'm perfectly alright, thank you! How are you?" Smiling, you closed the door and hid the key in your bag.

"I'm good, thank you."

He didn't speak much, but as you walked in silence, you thought it was comforting - not talking at all and feeling good about it. While Bucky looked like a scary biker, in fact, his calm and friendly demeanor only helped you relax around him. Besides, it was funny how students seemed to give him way whenever they saw him, and you thought if Steve was the King, then Bucky was the Knight.

Before you went into the your classroom, he suddenly stopped you, "Listen, I wanted to say I have your stuff."

You blinked, "What stuff?"

You didn't give him any of your stuff. Actually, after Steve gathered you all in the student council room, you only met Bucky this morning for the first time.

"The stuff those freaks took. Your... your clothes, I mean." He muttered under his breath, and you gaped at him.

Your underwear. He found your bra and panties those guys took from your room.

"Wait... how?" Staring at Bucky who, apparently, was feeling a bit embarrassed talking about it, you thought how on Earth he got those things.

There was only one way he could, right?

"Bucky, was it you who beat those guys?"

It took him a couple of seconds to turn his face to you and then sigh, "Yes, it was me."

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[bosmermage]

Whumptober Day 13

That’s Gonna Leave A Mark

(”This is gonna suck.” / Burns) 

Characters: Legend, Dawn 

TW: MCD, Burning, heed the tags

Part 1 here 

Pinned against a sheer cliff face, the fight didn't take long. Even with the bombos medallion a second wave of soldiers had caught up to his weak escape attempt quickly. He was dragged, weak and stumbling back to a camp to be bound. Grumpy with fatigue and thrilling with fear he gave a good fight but he could barely keep his eyes open against the magic drain. They spared no thought when they informed him of the fact he was being led to the executioners block, as though it were something natural that he should have no ill feelings about.

“Get those rings off him,” Legend kicked at the guard that approached him, sending him sprawling. He was pulled prone by someone behind him.

“GET OFF ME” He screeched, thrashing wildly away from the guards.

“Look, it's nothing personal kid, Queen's orders and all that.”

“Look, jackass, it is something personal, you're the one choosing to go along with this madness.” Legend bit back, he could tell his own fury was biting through Hyrule's face and he couldn't bring himself to care.

“Whoa calm down there-”

“You try getting hunted down like a deer and see how calm you are,” Legend bared his teeth, and the guard backed down stiffly. “You're here drag me to my death and you would really deny me the simple dignity of my best clothing? Pigs the lot of you.”

Legend's bluff worked because no one else bothered him about his rings again.  

“Rest's over, we're making the castle by sundown.” there was no arguing with the captain. He was redeposited on his feet and prodded forward like a plow ox. The last spike of adrenaline faded and he began to flag, and eventually he succumbed to the exhaustion.

When he woke, it was dark, or at least, the room he was in was. His hands were still bound, numb from the lack of circulation, swelling against the rings that were blessedly intact. He had a horrible fever from the magic drain that left him in prickling discomfort, but he was layed out in a soft bed, at least his back didn't hurt. A girl who had been sitting with her head slumped over a desk looked over and then away from him as if she couldn't bear to meet his eyes, the bags were dark under her eyes as if she had stayed up a whole night watching over him, but she wasn't a guard or a soldier, too soft, too well dressed. He held his tongue, not wanting his ruse to end by an imperfect impression cursing whoever it was who would care enough to watch over Hyrule and yet not enough to try to save him from his death.

“Good morning Link,” Her voice was hoarse as if she had been crying. Good, Legend hoped it had given her a migraine to boot. He turned his head away, unable to look at her without wretched hatred welling up in his chest and spilling across his face.

“I'm so sorry, Link, my hands are tied on this. Here” She whispered, pressing a bottle up to his lips with her very free, unbound, hands. A strong scent of alcohol spirits washed over him like a wave and he drank deeply. The kindness of incoherence sounded nice right about now. She attended him patiently as he drank the whole thing and a pleasant warmth overtook him as the world began to spin.

“thnks,” he slurred, head lolling against her floral scented shoulder as she helped him to his feet. He scoffed and rolled his eyes at the little tears that began pouring down her face and she turned to hide them.

He was carted out of the dark room by invisible hands that appeared at his back as he stood, led into the light by the weeping girl through a stone hallway to an expectant courtyard. Ah. A public execution. A small crowd was gathered, Legend stumbled forward over a loose flagstone.

“This is gonna suck.” He whispered, and it felt like the understatement of the century when he turned the corner and saw his pyre with no gallows to match it. They were going to burn him like a heretic. He had to fight down the urge to flee that very second, knowing that bound as he was it would be a futile escape attempt that would only call Hyrule's virtue into question.

He was layed down rather gently, though that might be due how quickly his fight fled him in his dizzying drunkenness, onto a waiting ladder and suddenly he was utterly frozen from the panic and dread seeping in through the fuzz, he turned his head, hiding away tears until his face was obscured from the crowd. He would bear this so Hyrule didn't have to, he must. He refused himself the hope of rescue, it would only make the disappointment more painful. The hands reappeared, attached to a set of guards this time, ropes in hand. They tied his legs first, then his torso, then his hands. The rope was itchy and stiff, but he supposed, darkly, he wouldn't really have to deal with it long.

“I'm really sorry Mr. Hero,” Ah, but that wasn't Ravio and this wasn't his home. A young recruit looked on, trembling, tears dripping down his face pathetically.

“'s okay, I understand,” It wasn't. He didn't.

He was hoisted up and the world spun beneath him. The pyre was an uncomfortable bed and his heart was in his teeth. So he would be burned, not with the kindness even reserved for a heretic then, but like a pig. What a cosmic joke. He couldn't find it in him to laugh.

“My-” the girl started, choked off by a desperate sob, “My people. We are gath- gathered here t to to give thanks t to. Our thanks to the hero. And. And to see him d delivered safely to the afterlife. Our deliverance is in flames, only. Only then will our kingdom be free. I. I ask you all to pray for h his swift ascension.”

The crowd cheered. Legend's stomach lurched. He looked, the princess' pink dress stained gold by the firelight of her shaking flame. How difficult this must be for her, he thought bitterly, and Legend looked up to the sky as she came to light his pyre. He'd always known it would be flesh and blood to finally do the honours.

To the eternal credit of his rings, he saw the first licks of flame appear before he felt them. How thoughtful, they hadn't evenly spread the kindling so as to spare his head.  But the feeling did come. The enchantment, pushed at last to it's breaking point, gave way and all the heat he had been spared came crashing into him at once in a terrible tidal wave, and he screamed and began to thrash. His entire lower body was consumed in flames. The ladder and bindings turning to flames in the heat, replaced by sharp wood caving in on him from the structure of the pyre becoming unstable and he began to blessedly loose feeling as the flames rose. It would take a further three minutes for the flames to reach his head and his screaming to be put to a stop.

It took five agonizing minutes for the fire to catch in the kindling the sound of the restless crowd nearly drowning out Dawn's weeping, and he bore it in silence, he would not give them the pleasure of hearing him give them a single peep. How long had it been laying out here, awaiting his descendent, that it had gotten damp? How long had the princess given her sickening little smiles to Hyrule all the while holding the torch behind her back? How long had the kingdom leaned on his saint like kindness only to plot such a cruel betrayal?

He noticed smoke begin to drift upward into his field of view before he felt the heat. It was gentle at first, and for a blessed moment he was able to focus on the crackling of the fire and the scent of the smoke and pretend he was with his family laying near the campfire. Then the heat became sweltering, though, not hot enough to break through his ring's enchantment. He knew the process would be faster if he took off the ring but he couldn't bring himself to do it, his heart hammering in his ears and the smoke dancing in the blurry sky were the only things he could focus on. He clenched his hands as he began to hyperventilate and shake with the rising horror.

Dawn had bore witness to it all. As the body of her hero became burned and then bubbled and then blackened as he screamed curses to the open air, and then dissapeared into the collapsing pyre to be turned to ash. As her hero burst into the courtyard surrounded by an armed guard. As her guards were quickly subdued. As her hands began to go transparent, and the world began to melt into ruin, and her hero began to dissapear into motes of light, to the horror of all around them. Dawn realized with a numb resignation that they must have burned the wrong person. Aurora would never be woken again, and Ganon would reign with the full weight of the triforce behind him, unchallenged by people who never existed.

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I'm literally gonna scream this is sooo cool - also shayne would show up in his docs 100% but he'd rock the look so there is that lmao

would you write a drabble with that scenario maybe?? rin in that dress has to become reality aaaah

-em

This was after I made a post about an idea I had, for Charlie and Shayne to match their ties to Rin’s dress so she wouldn’t feel like she was alone.

It’s not exactly a drabble and there may end up being a part two; but here it is! In my country, we have a party called a debs instead of prom, but for StW, I’m just going to call it their grad ball.

___

Rin woke with a heavy ache in her gut that she couldn’t quite place straight away. There was none of the buzzing electricity in her veins like when she woke up nervous before an exam, so it couldn’t be that.

Through the heavy fog of sleep, she reached out to slap the snooze option on her phone as it buzzed, and shoved it further away on her bedside locker.

There was movement in the house; by now, the kitchen was probably smelling like coffee and toast, her mother would have opened all the curtains, and her father would be playing the news on the vintage-style radio they’d gotten him last Christmas.

The day would be in full swing by now.

Rin grunted and tugged the duvet up over her head, pulling her knees closer to her chest, the swell of fear rising up in her belly with every passing second.

Because this wasn’t a normal day.

It was the day of the grad ball.

Jeez, Rin thought to herself as she felt how hard her heart was beating, how much of a wreck am I going to be on my freaking wedding day? The thought made the dread so much worse that she had to quickly shake it out of her head. The comparison didn’t seem to make today any easier to face into, however.

The knock at her door made her jump, and the fright made any chance of an extra few minutes of sleep slip away.

“You up, love?” Claire called through the door. “We should be at Caitlin’s by ten.”

Rin groaned and lifted her head. “I thought the appointment was at eleven?”

“It is, but she’s going to be slammed today! If we’re late, we’re out.”

And god forbid I went to the ball without any bobby pins or glitter spray in my hair, Rin thought, heavily throwing back the duvet. It was already weighing enough on her mother that she was going to the ball without a date. She was the only one in her friend group who didn’t have a boyfriend, aside from Katie, and even Katie had roped one of the hurling team guys into being her date. Rin had opted to show up alone rather than force herself to link up with someone for the entire night; however, now that the day had come, she was starting to second-guess herself.

Just stop thinking about it, she told herself. You’re gonna psyche yourself out.

She felt her way around her room on muscle memory alone, not wanting to engage her brain in any more thought until she absolutely had to. She wrestled herself into a pair of black leggings and a striped jump with a wide neckline, and stopped by her mirror.

She was reaching for her eyeliner before she remembered she would be getting her makeup done professionally after she’d had her hair done, which made her want to curl up and die.

Leaving the eyeliner pen where it was, Rin forced a smile in the mirror and headed downstairs.

“Morning, Dad,” she mumbled as she went into the kitchen.

“Good morning! Nutella or jam today?” Drew asked, plating up two slices of toast that had just popped up.

Rin’s throat and stomach clenched in unison at the thought of how either of the options would taste. Still, she’d need some kind of energy boost to get her through the afternoon.

“I’m not hungry, Dad,” she said, hopefully quickly enough that he wouldn’t have time to notice anything was wrong. “Can I take some coffee though?”

“’Course. Milk’s still in the fridge.”

Rin nodded and turned to fetch it.

“I’ll put it in a travel cup for you,” Drew added with a grin as he reached for the pot. “Your mam’s like a headless chicken this morning, so I don’t know if you’ll have time to drink it before she’s bundling you into the car.”

By the time Rin had carried the milk carton to the countertop, there was a jingling of keys in the hallway, and Claire’s voice calling out;

“Are you right, love?”

Drew’s grin deepened as he handed over the Thermos cup to Rin. “What’d I say?”

“Coming, Mam,” Rin called back, making a face at her dad and mouthing Kill me. The heavy sensation in the pit of her stomach came back with a vengeance as she grabbed her jacket from the front hall. It was going to be a long damn day.

_

Rin couldn’t decide which was more overpowering; the lingering fog of hairspray that just didn’t seem to leave the circumference of her skull, or the smell of her mother’s perfume. If her mood had been just the slightest bit worse, she might have snapped and demanded to know who on earth put on perfume for a photograph; the lipstick and eyeliner that Claire had slapped on could be understood, but perfume?

“Smile, Rin,” Drew chuckled from behind the chunky camera. “Let’s see those teeth. Or were those four years of orthodontist visits just for fun?”

Rin sighed and melted into a smile, tilting her head a little closer to Claire’s as the camera clicked a flashed. She loved her parents, she really did; she just sometimes wished they weren’t so damn conventional.

“We done?” she asked.

“Done,” Drew said.

Rin grunted and let her posture fall a little slack. The damn shoes were already killing her, and if she hadn’t been wearing mostly black, she’d have been worried about pit stains. She could practically feel the foundation melting off of her face as her mother leaned in for one last hug before she had to run.

“Have fun, love,” Claire instructed, scooping her work bag up from the hallway floor. “I can’t wait to hear all about it tomorrow.”

Rin nodded. “Have a good night at work.”

Claire blew a kiss as she was going out the door. Rin glanced through to the kitchen, to where Drew was already engrossed in reviewing the pictures he’d taken on the camera’s little screen. The clock on the wall behind him told her that she had about fifteen minutes before she had to leave.

Her knees suddenly felt weak, and her stomach – not that it hadn’t been bothering her all day – lurched dangerously close to her throat. All she’d had that day was a toasted cheese sandwich and the latte, when Claire had dragged her to a little café once her hair and make-up appointments were finished with. She could suddenly taste the slightly charred crusts of the bread, and the rich, frothy coffee burned deep in her chest.

She stole one last glance to see that her father was still preoccupied before letting herself bring a hand to her mouth. Breathe, she told herself, drawing air in through her nose even though it was still somehow thick with hairspray. The breath seemed to catch in her throat, and the pain in her stomach seemed to drop lower and rise higher all at once.

Rin’s knees had all but buckled by the time she’d kicked off the lacey heeled shoes. The layers of black and pink tulle in her dress rustled as she turned and hurried up the stairs, feet thumping lightly in their delicate, sheer black tights.

The first retch caught her by surprise, before she’d made it to the toilet. She clapped her other hand to her mouth, hoping to create a vacuum and prevent anything from dripping down onto her dress. The sick was hot, and with nowhere else to go, she felt it smear against her lips and the end of her nose.

The sensation and the smell were enough to draw out another deep heave, accompanied by a belch this time. Luckily, she’d just about made it to the toilet, so she let herself double over and yanked her hands away with a quick prayer that her dress was out of the splash zone.

Rin coughed and let another wave of puke stream into the toilet, and then she clenched her teeth. She reached for the toilet paper and got her hands as clean as she could before taking off her glasses and gathering up the tulle skirts. She held the fabric in as tight a knot as she could. Her belly ached and gurgled as it waited for her to get into position again. As it shot another reminder of her lunch into her mouth, Rin couldn’t help but feel relieved that she’d decided on having her hair put into an updo; things would have been ten times worse if she’d also been attempting to keep hair out of her face too.

“Shit,” she whimpered to herself as she managed to straighten up. She was a little dizzy, but most of the pain in her belly seemed to ease off. She flushed the toilet and washed her hands and inspected herself for mess. All that was out of place was some ruined foundation around her mouth, and a little leakage in her eyeliner. Luckily the lash glue had stayed in place when her eyes had started watering.

She brushed her teeth, raced to her bedroom, and touched her makeup up as best she could with her own eyeliner and a powder foundation she hadn’t used in months. Her eyes were still a little bloodshot, but at least she had a little longer to recover before she got to the venue and had to smile for more photographs.

_

“Docs.”

When Shayne had seen Charlie emerge from the passenger side of Ingrid’s car, he’d looked down, starting to kick softly at the kerb. There was a feeling in his stomach he couldn’t put words to, and he had to focus carefully on his breathing. That was when he’d heard Charlie’s voice, and his head had snapped up.

Charlie’s hair was freshly cut and gelled perfectly in place, and his suit jacket and pants almost matched the deep navy of the night sky. He’d stopped a few metres away, lingering on the path, looking a bit like he’d just seen a plague of locusts heading their way.

“You wore your Docs?”

Shayne glanced down at his feet. It hadn’t occurred to him to get new shoes to go with the simple black suit that Nancy had bought for him. He now realised he should have at least taken out the rainbow laces in the right boot and put the original black ones in for the night, but it was too late for that now.

He felt heat gather in his cheeks as he cleared his throat. “You look nice enough for both of us, Charlie.”

“I never said you didn’t -” Charlie blinked as he fought back a smile, the slightest hint of a blush crossing his cheeks too. “Thanks. I - I’m glad you remembered the tie.”

“’Course I remembered the tie,” Shayne mumbled, shoving his hands in his pockets and feeling like a teenager getting scolded. “You only mentioned it about sixty times and threatened to cut my head off.”

“I would never.” Charlie put a hand on the back of Shayne’s head, pulling it closer to he could kiss his forehead. “I like this head too much.”

Shayne’s stomach did a little flip. He leaned into the kiss, resting his forehead on Charlie’s shoulder as soon as he was allowed. “I’m so nervous.”

“That’s okay,” Charlie sighed. “You should have felt how fast my heart was pounding when I first saw you.”

_

Drew looked up from sweeping the kitchen floor, laying the brush against the countertop, as Rin walked towards the kitchen, carrying her shoes with her fingers looped through the backs of them. She stood in the doorway to the front hall, one hand on the doorframe, the other smoothing down the side of her dress.

He frowned as he noticed her expression. He didn’t take his eyes off her as he pulled out a kitchen chair, desperately trying to deduce if she was paler than usual under all that makeup.

“Dad, I...” Rin gave a slight shake of her head, lifting a hand to cover her mouth. “I don’t feel right.”

“Here, come and sit down. Do you want some water?”

Rin nodded as she scooped as much fabric into her lap as she could, and sat down sideways at the table. She rubbed at the side of her head, hoping at the last second that she wasn’t pulling her hair loose from its pins and spray.

Her stomach had mostly calmed, at least, but the sense of impending doom hadn’t been lifted. She’d made the mistake of checking her phone before coming back downstairs, and had been met with pictures of Katie and Ashley taking selfies with their dates, looking like movie stars getting ready for the red carpet. And here she was, feeling queasy and pathetic and lonely.

“There you go, love,” Drew said evenly as he laid a glass of water close to her elbow. He pulled out a chair for himself so he could sit at an angle to her front, folding his hands awkwardly across his knees. “Is there anything I can do for you?”

Not unless you can cancel out the last year of my life, or better yet the last eight years, so that I was never friends with Katie, or the rest of them, and maybe make it so that I was home-schooled instead, so I don’t have to go to this stupid tradition on my own and be embarrassed and awkward and –

Rin folded her arms around her waist and held back a sob. “No, Dad, it’s – it’s okay, I just…”

“Just what, love?”

Rin covered her mouth and shook her head. The words on her tongue were too strong, and she could already feel them echo down through the years of the rest of her life. “I don’t – I don’t want to go.”

Drew shifted his weight. “Well, why don’t we take a few minutes, and really think about this, and if that’s still what you want –”

“I don’t want a few minutes,” Rin said quickly, knowing she’d change her mind if she was given the chance to think too much. “I really don’t want to go, Dad. Tonight’s supposed to be about celebrating with your friends, and I don’t have... I don’t have those. If I go, I’m just going to have to hear them all laughing, and having a great time, and –”

Rin’s spiralling train of thought was cut short by a knock on the front door, which was in clear view of where she was sat. She frowned as she saw movement either side of the fogged glass surrounding the door, and she glanced at her dad, wondering why he hadn’t gotten up to see who was there.

Instead of that, he had taken on a shy smile.

“You might want to answer that, love.”

Rin blinked harshly, reaching up under the rims of her glasses in case she’d let any tears slip out while she’d been panicking. Her ankles wobbled slightly as she made her way to the door, hands trembling as she opened it.

The first thing she saw was the corsage being held out to her. A pale lily on a band on pearl-esque beads. Rin looked up in shock at Charlie’s face, which gave off an uncharacteristically shy grin.

“Evening, my lady,” he said.

“Ch-Charlie Bear?” Rin’s jaw fell open as he took her hand. No, it wasn’t him taking her hand, it was Shayne. She looked at him too, thinking surely, she must have hit her head or dehydrated or something.

As Shayne lifted her arm, Charlie slipped the corsage onto her wrist. As soon as it was in place, Rin pressed both hands to her face, quickly removing her glasses so she could dab at the fresh wave of tears.

“Thank – thank you, it’s – it’s lovely, it –”

“Hey – oh no, Rin,” Charlie cooed, gently easing her hands down from her face. “You’re going to smudge your makeup –”

“What’re – what’re you two even doing here?” Rin half-laughed, half-sobbed, finally feeling as though she could use her vocal cords.

She slipped her glasses back on, the strangled sounds quickly dissolving into giggles as she took in the sight of them both – Shayne in black and Charlie in deep blue – standing on her doorstep. She managed to focus on the one thing they had matching, which were the widely-cut, silky ties in a shade of pale-yet-vibrant pink.

“Why are – oh my god, do both your ties match my dress?”

Charlie’s grin only deepened as Rin reached out to playfully slap him on the arm. When she looked at Shayne, she couldn’t bring herself to even pretend to hit him, so instead she threw her arms around his neck. He tensed a little, and she felt him draw a sharp breath, so she didn’t hold onto him for too long.

“Oh my god, you two,” she gasped as she stepped back, fanning her eyes and hoping somehow that would dry up the tears that kept seeming to spring up. “You’re two absolute babes, you know that?”

“Two Prince Charmings, huh?” Drew laughed, rocking up behind Rin and planting a hand on her shoulder. “Both here to take Rinderella to the ball.”

Shayne made a sound that might have been a nervous laugh if he’d let it develop, but he quickly covered his mouth to stop it as Charlie and Rin both threw him curious looks.

“Oh my god, the ties,” Rin whimpered as she looked at the pink ties yet again. She jabbed Charlie in the arm. “No wonder you were showing so much interest in what my dress looked like.”

“How are you feeling, love?” Drew asked sincerely. He showed her that he’d taken her clutch bag from the hallway, so she wouldn’t have to go look for anything before she had to leave. Rin took it gratefully and turned back to kiss her dad on the cheek.

Rin looked at the two boys and sniffled. “I’m good, I – I’m good to go.”

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St. Valentines Day [EN]: FINALE

Dorian stood and went out of the room.

He prayed at the hospital's chapel and went home to grab some of Gisela's things to bring to the hospital...

He found the list again and saw that number 10 is still unchecked.

He just thought of an idea.

He contacted their friends, workmates and including Gisela's old classmates to bring the idea to life.

"We will have some sort of reunion. This is for Gisela. All the cast and staff will be there. I'll tell you all the details when we get there. See you tomorrow night guys." He hung up the phone and sighed.

He knows that it's all wrong to throw a party and all while his woman suffers on the hospital bed but he did it for his own reasons.

Reasons that will make a big change whether she wakes up soon or...

Dorian doesn't wanna entertain the thought and the negativity.

He just wanted this to be a great event.

Dorian stepped on a stage looking at the murmuring people, wondering why they're here.

"I r-really appreciate that you all came. We're here to give praises to Ms. Gisela Valentine, she's-..." He was cut off.

"Why are we here for Gisela? Is it her birthday?" One said.

"No. The woman's still asleep." Dorian said.

"We spent all our efforts for a sleeping woman. Hell. Who can wake her up?" The other man said.

"I wish I knew. The woman I love is not waking up for weeks now in her comfy hospital bed." They all stopped talking when Dorian caught their attention stating Gisela's actual state.

"I just wanted to record what you all think of her. It's her wish. First, we have her cousin Merian to speak in front of us..." Dorian introduced.

"Thank you Mr. Handsome Celeb, Dorian West... Gisela... Was a very thoughtful person. She will always think about others before herself. There's one time that I got pregnant without a father but she helped me confront the guy. But the woman my 'Ex' was living with, dragged Gisela by the hair, out of their condo unit. You know what? It did not stop Gisela. She continued to sacrifice herself and her shame, even though I told her not to, just to convince this guy to support me. She's willing to be a shield and a comforter when you need her to. This woman is one of a kind and I love her for that." Merian said.

The speech of the people continued to the very last person...

The most important one.

Dorian stated his rights...

"Sorry for all your precious time. Hopefully, she would like this speech that I have for her... We gathered here in this Eulogy... Yes. This is a Eulogy. And this is her wish. The reason why is to talk about her in this beautiful day. The one and only Gisela of our lives. The one with the beautiful smile behind those sad eyes. The ever so hard working for she won't let the day pass not accomplishing what she needs to do like she's chasing time. A one extra-ordinarily optimistic woman. She might have been secretive and enduring but she thought me how tough a person can be facing her own demons after pushing it away in the shadows for years now. How brave she can be after all the trauma. Or how courageous she is opening up to someone like me. As she saw me at my worse and my weakest, she have known that I'm not perfect. Like her, I don't have any parents anymore. I grew up without any full-time guidance. In fact, not most people knew that I'm a wrecked soul before I met her. We're both lost and both fallen angels that time. She made me who I am right now. She built my broken interior. She's the one behind my success. My motivation to get my life back on track. I thought I was the one protecting her, but she's the one giving me hope to go on. This life is a mess without her. You had me coming undone. I accepted her in my life and I will continue to do so, not as a difficult challenge but as a person who I respect and love the most. I actually did not expect to say these things in this set-up. This was supposed to be for my marriage proposal or for my wedding vow but it's best to do it now than never, right? Gisela... I love how strong you are to fend off the inner demons. I'll go through all of it with you... If you can hear me wherever you are... I'm still waiting for you to wake up. 'Cause if you do, I will do what I have to... And I will-..." Dorian was cut-off and was astonished as the door of the venue opened revealing a bare-footed woman wearing a white gown.

She weakly walked toward the stage smiling.

The people all looked at where Dorian's eyes landed and are currently locked.

They we're all shocked.

Whether they're scared or joyful...

Never did they know that this would happen today.

She never minded the people as if she's only seeing one person and continued to walk toward the stage.

As Dorian's focus is also not faltering, his eyes began to water.

His eyes are still glued to her...

"Dorian..." She spoke as she went up the stage and she touched his cheek streaking on his own tears.

"Go get him!" Merian screamed.

And she immediately covered her mouth in embarassment when the people looked at her smiling with her giddy comment.

"H-how did you-...?" Dorian was not able to finish the sentence when Gisela used her finger to stop his lips from speaking.

"The Doctors told me what you're planning when I was back in my consciousness. They're actually outside. They were too nice to let me go out of confinement, more so, to accompany me here and to even let me walk. I begged them to let me see you. To go here and touch you because the moment I woke up, you're the first one that I have looked for. I have realized the fact that I have searched for nothing more since the very beginning. It was a wake up call for me to go back. Not the hit on the head, not the coma, but I was shaken to the soul by even thinking about leaving this world. Leaving you behind. I don't wanna lose you. I don't want you to get tired and suffer because of me. I was touched. I have heard every word you said, when I was waiting for the right moment outside. I'm sorry, I didn't let you finish speaking. Don't get me wrong, you're a very good Necrological Service speaker but... I just couldn't stand it and I just couldn't stay away. What can I say? I missed you, though that you're in my dreams the whole, entire time I was asleep." She said.

"You never fail to surprise me." Dorian told her.

"Let's party!" As Merian shouted the words, she turned up the speaker.

She now took over and hosted the event.

She even invited the doctors to join them.

Then all the people celebrated with joy.

She then turned her head to the both of Gisela and Dorian to plan their escape.

"Let's go." Dorian said as he assisted Gisela to walk away with him.

A month has passed and Gisela recovered faster with Dorian's help.

She was preparing for her flight.

She joined a writing contest that will be held in London.

"Do you really wanted to leave the country?" Dorian murmured against Gisela's bare skin as they snuggle together.

Dorian embraced Gisela more tightly from the back...

Though they are still lying on their bed...

She shifted her position and turned to him to caress his cheeks.

He doesn't say it, but his eyes were pleading for her to stay.

"I shouldn't keep you waiting for a long time. Knowing how impatient you are... You might follow me there." She answered.

"Hell! You got that right my dear Piggy. We'll tackle everything together. I'll follow you everywhere. Even in hell, if I have to. But... I'm not really gonna stop you from reaching your dreams. If that will make you happy, well... I'm down with it." Dorian snorted first before giving his serious opinion of letting his girlfriend leave.

"Don't worry. It won't take long. I need you to keep me grounded. I'll be back soon." Gisela stated.

Dorian kissed Gisela on the lips and they smiled at each other as they both stood and had their breakfast.

The man wanted to stop time as he looks at her features carefully while she's eating.

"What are you looking at?" She asked him smiling.

"My future." Dorian said holding Gisela's hand.

He knows how cheesy this is getting but he doesn't care.

"Dorian... Please, stop.  I can't contain the butterflies..." They both chuckled.

"Sorry for my cheesiness..." He smiled apologetically.

"Cheese is good. Especially Mozzarella in Pizza." Dorian stifled a laugh on what Gisela said.

After they have prepared themselves for this day, Dorian accompanied his woman to the Airport.

"I'll miss you. And I'll think of you everyday. I love you my dearest Piggy..." Dorian said.

He's trying to hold off his tears even though he already expected this to happen.

"Don't you dare cry Dorian. You're Godzilla. Dinosaurs doesn't cry. Plus, it doesn't suit you. I'll miss you and I love you too." Gisela warned him and gently reminded him of her love.

"I'm not gonna. Just promise me you'll take care of yourself and that you'll be back." He told his girlfriend.

She nodded and kissed the  man goodbye.

The kiss was lingering...

Like they do not want it to end...

And like they don't wanna let go of each other.

After they parted, Dorian waived goodbye to her.

Then, Gisela threw her last flying kiss to Dorian as she waived back smiling to him.

Later, Gisela was gone, she disappeared, even her traces.

Neither a silhouette, nor a shadow of her can be found.

But Dorian knew that he has to let her find her happiness first, 'cause when she does, she will go back to her love and they won't be dancing on their own and they won't be alone anymore.

With someone to come home to.

With someone to lean on.

With someone who has so much love to give.

Another year has passed but...

Gisela did not come back to Dorian.

Without any communication, like it was cut off, just like that.

However, he did not let that ruin him.

He realized that you will meet someone in your life that you couldn't forget.

Someone who will leave a mark...

The one that got away.

He always knew from the start, that not all of them will stay.

But sometimes, they go into your life, either to just pass-by, teach a lesson or just to be a part of a memory, like nothing ever happened, like it was just a dream, illusion, or a nightmare, well, whatever you may consider it.

He believes from the very beginning, that if it's bound to happen, it will happen...

Like how they first met.

Dorian was now able to focus on his career...

It was booming...

More commercials, TV Shows, movies and albums.

Because of his on-demand TV appearances, he was invited for an interview on one of his favorite pre-noon-time show...

The topics and the flow of the conversation was very light until the interviewer brought up and touched a subject that he tried so hard to avoid and answer for a long time.

"We heard that you had old flames in your life but one has been remarkable in this industry since she's the only one that you have confirmed as you're relationship and because of the trials that you've been through with her. We have sources and they said that she's now a famous writer in UK. So that maybe the reason why we're not seeing you together anymore for quite some time now. Is your fiance going home?" The host asked.

It took a while for him to answer.

The people are dying in anticipation for his response, since Dorian has been respecting his own relationship's privacy for a long time now.

The people are also lost why he's not been talking about HER a lot lately too.

They all think he's blanked off and doesn't know where to get his answer since he's taking his sweet time.

Suddenly, his phone beeped and he received a text message.

A message he's longing and waiting for such a long time.

A tear almost fell from his eyes.

"She will find her way back..." Dorian whispered.

"What was that Dorian? You were saying something? Oh, sorry, you can answer on your pace. Any time now..." The interviewer said.

Dorian was then shaken but...

His lips parted to give his answer.

"Yes, she's coming back." He confirmed to the people with a smile.

~END

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