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⠀𐔌 . ⋮ in your arms .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

ʚ fierce deity x fem, goddess! reader ɞ

synopsis: bound to your duties as deities, you would have never imagined that it would be the very thing that would have torn you from your lover.

genres: angst, romance.

content warnings: violence, indirect mentions of war.

word count: 604 words.

author's note: the fierce deity's true name is 'Agnarr' in this fic while reader is called 'Iduna' but y/n is her true name.

‎‧₊ ─ masterlist .ᐟ ༘

You’re thrown back harshly causing the wind to leave your lungs, a dull ache spreading through your back.

The dust settles and Agnarr walks calmly to you, face void of emotion and you feel your heart tug painfully.

He is no longer the Agnarr you once knew—yours—and instead who stands before you is the man known to many as the Fierce Deity.

"Iduna," The timbre of his voice reverberates through your ears and your name upon his lips lack his usual warmth and endearment. "There is no love in war."

Your bottom lip trembles, eyes glossing over with unshed tears as you heave a heavy breath. His pale eyes trace your figure as you stand shakily, stepping into his space.

Raising a shaky hand to cup his cheek, Agnarr allows you to as his body melds against yours, warmth mingling as his hands fall to your waist automatically, his fingers gentle against your skin despite the rage burning in his eyes

"Agnarr, come back to me please." You murmur brokenly, your thumb gently caressing the red marks of his cheek.

He and you stood there, looking at each other, saying nothing. But it was the kind of nothing that meant everything

No reply graces your ears as his grip gently tightens and you know you've reached a point of no return.

"Then so be it." It's soft, pleading and he feels his heart catch, his anger and thirst for blood waning.

But it flares once more, smoldering embers of rage burning furiously as your eyes begin to glow, a familiar hue to that of your eyes shining around him.

He realizes it too late.

He's stepped into your sealing circle.

You bite your lip, drawing forth godly ichor to drip from your lip before you're pulling his lips against yours.

The familiarity of your lips against his forces Agnarr to pause momentarily, his body melting against yours automatically like all the times it's done before.

A bitter ache spreads throughout his chest.

A small part of him wishes he had killed you all those nights ago, on that fated and cursed night.

Yet he knows, he wouldn't have it any other way.

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

Your glow intensifies and Agnarr feels his physical body burning.

It's searingly painful with how it wraps around him gently like how you would embrace him so lovingly before the war broke out.

Agnarr surrenders himself to your light, having been bested by the woman he loves and he allows himself to relish your embrace for the very last time.

Your lips are soft against his, painfully so, as he holds you a bit tighter. He feels your tears roll down your cheeks as his heart aches with longing.

"Agnarr, I love you so much more than you know." You whisper softly, kissing him harder, more desperately, before you're both engulfed in a dazzling light of gold.

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

Your eyes fly open and you're immediately hit with a wave of exhaustion, but you pay no mind to it as your heart aches.

You feel empty with his absence and you begin to cry, "What have I done?"

They're uncontrollable, your tears, as you shout to the world with agony at the loss of your lover.

Fate was cruel and order was unkind, the punishment his and the blame your own.

You weep and the world acts as the audience of your tragedy.

"Forgive me, Agnarr," You sob. "Forgive me for being so blind."

Your admission is fill with pain, a tragic melancholy engulfing your heart as you clutch a wooden mask, its blue and red markings so painfully familiar.

© 2024 𝐌𝐘𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆-𝐈𝐕. do not copy, repost, share, or translate any of my works to tiktok, instagram, and/or any other websites/platforms.

⠀𐔌 . ⋮ a waning goddess's plight .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

ʚ botw! link x goddess reincarnate, fem! reader ɞ

synopsis: star-crossed lovers whose duties were put forth foremost; you, a Hylian whose body held the soul of the very first goddess and the one who held his heart, and he, another holder of the soul of courage whose destiny always entailed danger and the one who you loved dearly.

genres: angst, romance | set during the calamity.

content warnings: active depictions of death (suicide), implied manipulation/corruption, a (tiny) spoiler, implications of Link despising Hylia and the royal family (mainly Hylia slander haha).

word count: 1.4k words.

―originally posted on @mydarling-iv, dec. 20, 2022.

‎‧₊ ─ masterlist .ᐟ ༘

Link enters the great hall, memories of him and you within the said building flying in his mind, acting as a great comfort to the champion causing the corners of his lips to twitch into a small smile.

There’s a soft rustle and his body moves languidly, hand gripping the handle of the Master sword as his left arm readied his shield.

His eyes dart around the large piles of aged stone, light slowly filtering in the ruined hall before the moonlight fully paints the being who created the noise.

Link’s heart nearly stops and a pained, melancholy wraps tightly around his heart as his electric blue eyes land on your form.

Everything clicks into place and the anguish, pain, and sorrow winds itself so tightly around his soul that Link thinks the emotions he’s feeling is irreversible.

So you were the reason as to why Zelda's light stayed pure.

You were the reason why the malice hadn’t spread on such a larger scale.

You were the reason that allowed life to flourish, why everything and everyone was able to survive through the waves of malice the Camality sends out.

You were the reason why he kept going—why Link kept fighting.

You, the very essence of light itself reborn in a Hylian body, was the sole reason as to why people stayed safe—safer from Ganon’s malice infected beasts and the cruelties the said Calamity had to offer.

You, in all your pure holy glory, was slowly enveloped with malice as time had passed—taking on the very corruption that would have otherwise infected and killed Hyrule's royal princess, ultimately ending Hylia's bloodline.

The very goddess who started this entire mess and her wretched bloodline who continued it.

Damn them.

The warm glow of light you radiated was gradually extinguished and enveloped by the Calamity’s cold darkness.

And now you stood before Link, e/c eyes no longer twinkling with mirth, but instead dazzled with a bone-chilling carmine red.

You bore the full weight of the Calamity, preventing Zelda from being tainted and instead it was you who took the brunt of the corruption.

Damn them all. Link thought as he stared at your crumbling body that seemed to grab at any resemblance of sanity and your former self.

You, his beloved lover, stood before Link as a fragmented version of yourself, winding vines of malice embedded in your skin.

Your eyes flash a golden hue, the color your eyes shone whenever your divine power would show itself, and it shocks him to his very core.

Link wheezes as his chest painfully constricts at the underlying meaning—you’re still you, trying to fight the malice Ganon has infected you with.

Things had drastically changed over the span of a century; formerly known as the epitome of light and purity, you were now a husk of your past self and he the same, only now being forced to watch the fate you were ultimately doomed to.

Your eyes dazzle a crimson red and Link's body moves on his own, dodging your swift swing of the sword formed by malice in your deft hand.

He didn’t envision this to be your meeting.

Where your light once shined is now dimmed with an ominous darkness and he, was still the same, forced into a destiny he never wanted and is now struggling to accept the horrible fate you might have after this cursed encounter.

He doesn’t want this to be your end.

Your blades lock with his, eyes meeting intensely: your empty, ruby eyes pierce his own deeply and Link prevents the urge to cry out.

He doesn’t want to be the reason of your end.

It's tense. The air surrounding you both is charged with an unknown heaviness that weighs heavily on the champion's already scarred heart. The strain within Link's arms is numbing, the amount of weight you're putting into your blade causes both weapons to strain against each other tightly.

He didn't want this.

Amidst it all, Link wonders if your love was damned from the very start. You, a hindrance and a threat to the royal family, and he, a mere puppet of that damned goddess; to be used and thrown away in her cruel games whenever she pleases.

He doesn't want this.

Link’s heart aches with yearning, the hope lingering in his chest painful as he thinks of the what if’s and what could have been.

A peaceful life away from the harsh conformities of royal society, a safe home in the countryside, waking in each other’s arms every morning, not having to worry about your safety and well being in danger.

He hates this.

His heart shatters even more when he notices tears rolling down your face, it pains him more than he could ever express.

The remains of the great hall where you and he once danced in was cold and silent.

Instead of waltzing so care-freely with smiles adorning your lips, eyes twinkling with happiness and love, you both now danced a waltz of pained hearts and clashing blades.

His heart hurts.

Link’s strength wanes for a split second but you, the you the calamity had made a puppet of, caught onto his blunder and forcibly pressed further.

The Master sword flies from his grip and you catch it, smoke emanating from the palm you held the blade in: the very sword heroes of courage had wielded through the ages rejecting you as its wielder.

Because of its kind and virtuous maker, the goddess of light, the blade has recognized you as its master’s equal due to you housing the said goddess’s soul.

But now covered and corrupted with darkness, the light you once radiated was extinguished and the blade could no longer feel the purity of your light.

And he also could no longer bask in the light of your presence.

Link stares at you, a myriad of emotions flashing in his eyes, as his shoulders sag with exhaustion and defeat.

His eyes close and he awaits the blow, ending his life, but it never comes.

Instead, your palm cups his cheek and Link can’t bring himself to shiver at the lack of warmth it radiated.

Eyes flying open, his ultramarine eyes clash with your e/c eyes.

You smile painfully, exhaustion apparent in your orbs as you take in the image of your battle torn lover.

“I'm sorry.” You whisper and Link surges forward to stop you.

“NO!” Link shouts as time seems to slow, painful and ever so cruel.

The deed is done.

The Master sword impales you, smoking at the contact point where the metal blade meets your sullied body.

The Goddess blade weakens because of the malice consuming you and you physically wither as you stumble to your knees.

It hurts.

Link is quick to catch you, the burns of malice against his skin feel nothing compared to the numbness your incoming death brings.

“Please, my love.” He croaks, cupping your cheek as his tears land on your skin.

He never wanted this.

You smile weakly, eyes closing as you cup his face once more. “I love you,” It’s a hushed whisper that tumbles from your lips.

Your hand cupping his face falls and Link's hand catches it before he brings it to his face again.

It's quiet.

He places a small kiss to your palm as the tears pooling in his eyes burst, rolling down his cheeks at an alarming rate.

“I love you so much more.” His admission is subdued, his voice hoarse—his heart aching.

He didn’t want your parting to be like this.

Link had always envisioned your departure to be that one of comfort, one that came in the form of a peaceful and eternal slumber.

He never wanted this.

His sniffles turn into pained sobs before quieting down. Hand grasping the handle of the Master sword, Link gently and carefully pulls it out of your body.

Collecting you into his arms, he rests your limp head against his shoulder as he rests his on your clavicle.

Raising the blade, the handle burns his skin at the implication of what he’s about to do.

From being given the Master sword at the young age of twelve, the very blade has journeyed with Link till his fall in front of Fort Hateno a century ago and they have now just recently begun the start of their journey once more.

Only for the Hero of Courage to see the bitter end his lover was forced to endure that he decided that it was now the point where his time as the Goddess blade’s master ends.

He recalls the words his father spoke when Link was finally declared as the Hero of Courage and given the infamous sword to wield.  

The Master sword shall never be raised against its wielder.

Paying no mind, Link wraps his free arm around your waist in a final embrace as he presses your bodies flush together.

His eyes close as he thrusts the blade, first piercing through your chest then through his.

It's quiet, almost peaceful.

He never wanted this.

© 2024 𝐌𝐘𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄-𝐈𝐕. do not copy, repost, share, or translate any of my works to tumblr, social media, and any other websites/platforms.

I love the way you write. It's somehow delicate yet also.. accessible, if that makes sense. like, feels romanticized but also real at the same time. idk how to express it, I just came across your motorcyclist Xiao writing and am now enamored with your work

hello my beloved,

are you trying to make me blush? because it's working oml- but really thank you for the compliment! it had me giggling and kicking my feel like a fool. thank you also for enjoying my work and hopefully i can bewitch you more with my future works! ₊˚⊹ᰔ ( ˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵ )

yours truly,

iv <3

⠀𐔌 . ⋮ promised to me .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

ʚ imperial guard! hoshina soshiro x fem! reader ɞ

synopsis: you are presented to the Emperor of Japan in marriage to better your clan's standing and boost the Imperial family's backing. hoshina soshiro is your assigned escort, guarding you day and night yet turmoil brews in him as he comes to realize that his heart yearns for you, the bride-to-be of the Emperor.

genres: romance, a smidge of angst.

content warnings: unclear timeskips, mild descriptions of blood, mild depictions of abuse (not from soshiro), morally grey! soshiro ૮꒰ྀི⊃⸝ ⸝ ⸝⊂꒱ྀིა.

word count: 3.15k words.

author's note: ngl, this was supposed to be a more dark! soshiro fic but he turned out more grey haha ᡣ𐭩.

‎‧₊ ─ masterlist .ᐟ ༘

When the Emperor called Soshiro for an audience, he wasn't expecting his breath to be taken away.

But as Soshiro looks at you, he found it somehow hard to breathe when you entered his vision, bathed in swathes of the finest silk and rouge painting your lips oh so prettily like camellias blooming in the harsh winter.

And it was as if the words on his tongue suddenly dissolved when you had paid him a small yet sweet smile, your eyes ever so kind.

But it was your smile that seemed the most unforgettable to him.

He was hypnotized and completely enamored but he's startled from his thoughts when the Emperor then introduces you as Lady Fujiwara, his promised bride to help him solidify the Emperor’s seat and someone Soshiro is tasked with guarding.

Hoshina Soshiro, head of the Imperial Guard, knows that coveting something that does not belong to him would be a crime with the price of seppuku and his clan’s honor being tarnished. He knows better than to fall prey to his greed, he knows.

Yes. He thinks as he gazes at you. It would be treason.

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

Throughout the days that had passed, Soshiro, in his dedication to his Emperor and in his efforts to smother his greed, guarded you silently where ever you went.

But one sunny day in your private garden was he taken aback when you had offered him a seat at your quaint table, insisting he sit for tea.

He sighs through his nose before relenting and a small smile appears on your face as you pour him a cup of tea. “Here,” You pass him a book, to which he recognizes as Tachibana Akemi’s latest book of poetry.

“I mustn’t, my lady.” He gently holds it back to you, words firm and unyielding.

You don’t spare him another glance as you flip another page of the current book you’re reading. “I saw you eyeing it while I was reading it yesterday, Hoshina-san.” You murmur softly, a teasing lilt accompanying your words.

Soshiro’s eyes widen and as he’s about to apologize, you huff a small laugh. “Don’t apologize or I’ll be upset.” At your words does Soshiro zip his lips shut.

Your smile widens as your eyes twinkle forcing Soshiro swallows thickly, “You’re my personal escort, Hoshina-san, I think the distance between us is no longer needed, no?”

Your gaze is insistent until Soshiro relents, sighing silently before flipping to the first page and only then do you beam brightly, pushing your plate of strawberry daifuku in his direction as he thumbs the dried camellia flower you tucked between the pages to act as a bookmark.

And before he knows it, the silence between you completely dies down as you discuss the meanings of Tachibana’s poems, the ice between you breaking and is replaced with an air of comfort and ease.

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

A couple of weeks had passed since you arrived from Kyoto, settling in the Imperial Palace nicely as Soshiro strode ten steps behind you, his katana strapped to his waist securely as his vermillion eyes never strayed from your form.

But the harsh thuds of arrows hitting their wooden marks rouses him from his staring as he sees you gazing at the archers in the courtyard shooting, longing and nostalgia filling your eyes.

“My lady?” Soshiro hums thoughtfully, his maroon eyes gently tracing then soft curve of your nose before dipping lower to your plush lips.

You’re startled from your reverie before your apologetic eyes fly to meet his, a shy smile adorning your embarrassed face. “My apologies, Hoshina-san. Let’s resume our walk, shall we?”

Silently nodding at your command, Soshiro can’t help but think of the longing that had flooded your gaze when you looked at the archers earlier and before he knows it, the words are tumbling from his lips, “Do you practice the ways of the bow, my lady?”

Sunlight leaking through the shoji doors paint your face beautifully, so much so that it has Soshiro at a loss of words yet it is the bright smile tugging at your lips is what causes his heart to seize momentarily.

“I do. I did,” You trail off, eyes dimming visibly. “Before I was taken here to the capital-“

Soshiro catches your eyes widen at your mistaken and he quickly understands; you, the Emperor’s chosen bride, speaking of the marriage that was arranged against your will to the Emperor’s head guard.

He smiles gently before kneeling before you, his hand encasing yours as he places a soft kiss atop your knuckles, “At ease, my lady, for I will not let any harm come to you, even if it is from the Emperor.” Soshiro promises to you, honest eyes looking up into yours that it has you visibly relaxing.

You bend down slightly before your free hand gently cups Soshiro’s face, your thumb tracing his cheekbone causing his breath to stutter. “Thank you, Hoshina-san. I’ll be in your care.”

Against his better judgement, Soshiro allows himself this moment of respite before he leans into your palm, savoring your warmth.

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

Later that night, when the moon is high in the night sky, Soshiro gently rasps his knuckles against your shoji doors. His keen ears pick up on your faint yet sweet, “Come in.”

Allowing himself into your chambers, his vermillion eyes flit over to see your form seated on the engawa, overlooking the garden.

“My Lady,” Soshiro murmurs quietly, willing his heart to stop beating so quickly when you look up at him with a bright smile, your eyes crinkling softly in what he hopes is happiness.

“Hoshina-san, what brings you to my chambers this late?” You ask and when Soshiro brings the arrow and quiver of arrows in hand to your attention, he revels in how your eyes sparkle with excitement.

“For you.” He sends you a cheeky grin that has your cheeks flushing beneath the moonlight.

Smiling oh so sweetly that it has Soshiro’s heart floundering, he swears you’ll give him a heart attack when your hands linger on his briefly as you gently take the bow and quiver from his hands.

And he watches entranced from his seat on the engawa when you shoot consecutive shots hitting their marks, arrows all firmly embedding their heads into the bamboo fences meters away.

“You’ve a good eye and arm, my lady.” Soshiro hums and you turn to him, a cute, mischievous grin on your face that he finds absolutely endearing.

“My tou-san tells me I’m a better archer than my nii-san but hush, don’t tell him I said that.” You tease lightly as he chuckles.

As you settle yourself back on the engawa next to him, Soshiro can’t help but see the stray strands of hair loosened from your ponytail.

Impulsively, Soshiro leans over, his fingers tucking the offending strands behind your ear and his body freezes when you turn towards him, your noses brushing as he had misjudged the distance between you.

Your eyes seemed a bit dazed at the close proximity yet Soshiro can’t help but stay rooted in place, greed unfurling at how close you are.

“This is a sweet gesture I find absolutely endearing, Hoshina-san.” You murmur, smiling sweetly that it has him swallowing thickly.

Almost drunk off the sweet scent of camellias and spiced sugar you emanatw, the words slip between his lips before he knows it. “Soshiro.”

Your smile softens, eyes overflowing with warmth that it has his heart rate spiking. “Then, I’ll be Y/n to you, Soshiro.” His name on your tongue is honeyed and cloying, and his desire to hear his name tumble from your lips more often grows. “Thank you, Soshiro.”

Gently without allowing his eyes to leave yours, he grabs your hand before bringing it up to his lips, placing a sweet kiss to your knuckles.

“Anything for you.” Soshiro whispers reverently, his heart brimming solely of you.

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

Days thereafter does Soshiro see an unspoken softness between you both and he isn’t blind to how his heart treacherously leaps whenever a bright and happy smile lights up your face whenever you see him.

Between accompanying you outside on walks, sipping tea beneath the cherry blossoms with a book in your hands, and late night archery competitions between you both, Soshiro unknowingly falls for you amidst haikus, arrows, and fragrant camellias.

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

As he stands guard outside the shoji doors of your quarters, they push open before your attendants exit and only then does Soshiro peer into your quarters

His breath suddenly hitches as he sees you dressed in a deep, wine-red houmougi as pearls and golden laced flowers decorated your hair beautifully, your lips and cheeks tinted with rouge that it has Soshiro’s mind blanking.

Beautiful. He finds himself thinking as he holds out a hand for you to take but something feels unsettlingly off.

You settle your hand in his gracefully, your eyes not meeting his. “The Emperor requested my presence at dinner. I assume his duties to the state were fulfilled.” Your words are a quiet murmur, subdued in the way Soshiro knows that isn’t like you.

“Yes, the turf wars in the western regions have been repressed and settled.” Soshiro mutters lowly as he escorts you to the banquet hall, his hand never leaving yours.

“I see.” Your words are nothing but a noncommittal hum. And as you both arrive to the doors to the banquet hall, Soshiro is about to let go of your hand but his eyes widen as you squeeze them gently.

You’re still staring straight ahead at the doors and a beat of silence passes before your tired eyes are meeting his and Soshiro feels a twinge in his chest as he sees an undercurrent of fright in your eyes.

But before he’s able to inquire if you’re feeling okay, you abruptly let go of his hand as your features settle into a collected mien. You nod your head to the door attendant before entering.

Soshiro sees the way the Emperor’s face lights up at the sight of you but he misses how your eyes flare with disgust before dimming. He feels his heart ache and Soshiro is forcefully biting his tongue, the taste of iron startling him back to his senses.

Fool, she is not yours to covet. He chastises himself as the doors slam shut.

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

When the dinner came to a close, Soshiro was there offering his hand to escort you back to your quarters yet you walked ahead as an unsettling silence settled between you.

He stares at your back, a flurry of thoughts rushing through his mind as he ponders a way to break the silence as he wishes to hear your thoughts.

Your thoughts of the book you read earlier, the change in season, or the dinner you just had with the Emperor-

I could love you more than he ever could, if I allow myself.

Soshiro’s own traitorous thoughts shock himself as his mind becomes a frenzy of a storm, guilt and greed intertwining in a confusing dance and Soshiro loses himself to the storm in his mind.

But he’s pulled out of the tempest when you gingerly cup his face, his panicked eyes staring into your worried ones.

"Soshiro?" You call softly and his heart seizes.

A chill dances down Soshiro’s spine as the realization slams into him. He’s knows, he’s aware.

Catastrophically aware.

He rips himself from your touch and bids you a quiet farewell, missing the hurt visibly flashing in your eyes.

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

Soshiro has been avoiding you and he knows that you know. The air between you has stilled and gone stagnant. And like the coward he is, Soshiro doesn’t even try to mend the burnt bridge between you.

Instead, unknowingly, he adds more fuel to the fire as he orders guard shift changes, rotating with officers under his command to stand by and guard you.

And only when the moon is high in the night sky, does Soshiro stand in to be your guard, away from your kind eyes and unknown to you.

Despite the distance, he still reads the reports noting what you’d done for the day, an odd feeling of longing filling his chest all the while he is ignorant of the dangers you’d faced at the hands of the Emperor while the sun brightly shone.

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

Silently stalking to the guard stationed outside of your quarters, Soshiro motions for the guard shift and his officer in question nods mutely before bowing and walking away.

His wine-red eyes peer at the shoji doors that separate you both before he heaves a silent sigh. You fool. Soshiro thinks bitterly before straightening up.

But the loud crash of porcelain breaking quickly catches his attention and before he knows it, he’s drawing his katana as his other hand slams the shoji doors open.

Your startled and tear-laden eyes meet his panicked red ones and once his mind registers that there’s no immediate threat in the near vicinity and that tears are rolling down your cheeks, his heart begins to ache.

But a surge of rage begins to boil in him as his eyes narrow on the darkened bruise cuffing your wrist.

“What happened?” He mutters lowly, stalking closer and before you’re able to try to cover the offending bruise with the sleeve of your silken juban, he gently grasps your hand.

“Hoshina-san, it’s none of your concern.” You mutter weakly, face turning away from his as you attempt to weakly take your hand back from his grips.

His grip tighten only briefly before he’s grabbing your chin with his free hand, forcing your teary eyes to meet his.

"Who did this to you?" Soshiro murmurs softly, his thumb tracing the bruise.

Your eyes narrow and despite the tears glazing them, he can see how they flare with frustration. “Why do you care?” You snap harshly.

Soshiro’s red eyes flash darkly as he pulls your face close to his, your lips barely brushing. “Why do I care? Why do I care?” He laughs coldly.

“Are you a fool, Y/n?” Soshiro snarls and despite all his attempts to keep his voice level, the desperation in his tone is palpable—almost as if he was pleading. “I—“

“Finish that sentence, Soshiro, I dare you.” You scowl but Soshiro can’t bring himself to even do it.

“Which bastard hurt you?” His voice dips lower, edged dangerously with outrage as he chooses to ignore the previous conversation.

Hurt floods your eyes and he feels you weaken in his hold, your eyes fluttering to a close as tears freely roll down your cheeks. “The Emperor. He was the one to brandish that bruise on me.”

Soshiro stills, his breath catching as his blood runs cold before a heated implosion of rage swelters in him. “A fitting punishment for me attempting to put off the wedding.” You laugh weakly.

His angry eyes flit to yours yet none of the heated fury is not directed to you but that bastard he swore his allegiance to. “Why?”

You look up into his eyes deeply and Soshiro finds himself drowning in them. “Because I fell in love with you and I knew no end to desiring you.”

He swears his heart stops as he registers your words.

Inhaling shakily, you turn away and refuse to meet Soshiro’s eyes. “You have no idea how often I have wished to have you near me.” Your words a weak, broken murmur.

Soshiro can only stare at your face as you continue, “I thought of you softly from time to time. But I knew- I knew that you’d rather cut off your hand before you would ever reach for me.”

He feels dizzy from your words and before Soshiro is able to formulate a cognitive thought, a simple ‘no’ tumbles from his lips.

You shake your head, not allowing yourself the slightest bit of hope, “You swore your allegiance to the Emperor.”

Honor be damned.

Soshiro cups your face softly, forcing your eyes to meet his and his heart feels full. “It no longer matters.” He firmly murmurs, his intense carmine red eyes staring deeply into yours.

He sees your eyes gleam with hope but his heart drops to see them dim, “Regardless of me loving you, Soshiro, the wedding ceremony is tomorrow morning and if I do not marry the Emperor, I will be condemned to seppuku.”

“My loyalty lies with you.” Soshiro whispers softly, his words are a firm promise. “For you are the one I lo-.”

“Don’t, Soshiro.” You pull away from his embrace and his heart aches as you steel your gaze directed at him. “I am not so foolish to damn the man I love to death either.”

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

Morning had come sooner than you had wished and soon, your attendants swarmed your quarters as they prepared you for your wedding.

Amidst the commotion, you found yourself wishing to see Soshiro once more but you shake the thought off, chastising yourself that it would be his blood on your hands if the truth were to ever reach the Emperor’s ears.

Camellia scented oil was lathered on your skin, rouge dusting your lips and cheek as various golden hair ornaments adorned your hair and before you knew it, you stood in the Shinto Shrine awaiting your future husband.

The weight of the iro-uchikake you’re wearing seems heavier in your heart as the colorful kimono is embroidered with deep-red camellias, an ironic reminder of Soshiro’s bright, vermillion eyes.

But you’re torn from your musings when the doors open and you’re expecting noble men, clan heads, and the Emperor’s cohort to witness the ceremony but you’re confused to see what you recognize as Soshiro’s own battalion of guards flood the shrine chamber.

Their dark formal kimonos all bear the Hoshina clan crest and you spare the Shinto priest an alarmed look as Soshiro’s battalion of soldiers silently stand at guard, not one of the men uttering a single word of explanation.

Your eyes snap to the doors when you hear the Shinto priest gasp and all you see is Soshiro striding towards you with an air of calmness, his ruby eyes solely focused on you.

The men around you salute at the sight of their captain and as Soshiro stalks closer, you see splatters of red painted across his cheek. Yet none of that matters as your heart treacherously thunders at the sight of him so close, almost within reach.

“I am here to take my bride, she was promised to the Emperor.” He murmurs softly as meets you at the podium, kneeling before you as he reaches for your hand, to which he places a sweetened kiss on.

Soshiro smiles against your knuckles, his red eyes flooding with blatant love and devotion and it’s all directed at you.

“I am the Emperor now.”

© 2025 𝐌𝐘𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆-𝐈𝐕. do not copy, repost, share, or translate any of my works to tiktok, instagram, and/or any other websites/platforms.

⠀𐔌 . ⋮ the one that got away .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

ʚ oot! link x fairy navi, fem! reader ɞ

synopsis: a fairy and a hero who were everything to each other—knowing what they are and what they are not—ignorant of the longing clouding their eyes when looking at the other until it was too late.

genres: angst, romance.

content warnings: mentions of impending death (you shouldn’t be surprised >:D), mentions of blood and wounds, and major spoilers of ocarina of time.

word count: 1.3k words.

author’s note: inspired by katy perry’s ‘the one that got away.’

―originally posted on @mydarling-iv, jan. 17, 2023

‎‧₊ ─ masterlist .ᐟ ༘

The battle against Ganondorf has long been won, you and your hero claimed victory with one final swipe of the Goddess Blade.

Now camping in the woods, a serene silence enveloped you and your peacefully sleeping partner as you made the trek back home.

Home. The word makes you feel giddy and warm inside.

Taking a good look at Link’s sleeping face, the blue glow of your wings casted a blanket of a baby blue hue on the hero’s face which accentuated his pretty features.

You smile softly, recalling of your various adventures around Hyrule but your solace is short lived.

In another life.

Pain wracks your body and you bite your lip to prevent a cry to leave your lips, a soft plink that would wake up your beloved hero.

So, you twist away, fluttering to a nearby lake you and Link had stumbled upon before you set up camp.

Pain flares up and a scorching heat spreads atop your skin before a garbled scream leaves your lips unwillingly.

You force yourself to shed your miniature form before reverting to your true form, limbs and body growing to that of a grown hylian woman’s but with delicate, baby blue lace-like wings adorning your back.

You feel warmth run down your limbs and a grimace etches its way to your face at your realization, it was the blood seeping from your wounds warming your skin.

You wanted to laugh at your pathetic chances, even the goddesses above won’t grant you a small bit of time to tell him before you’re tittering on the edge of life and death.

I would be your girl.

Stumbling into the lake’s clear waters, you see your blood mingling with the water, creating ribbons of red that made you feel sick, your body screaming in warning at its incoming collapse

Your fixation on the water keeps you distracted and before you know it your knees start of buckle.

Yet, strong and familiar arms circle your body, preventing you from collapsing into the water.

Through your blurry vision, you meet sky blue eyes that remind you of a stunning, cloudless sky and the familiar blue orbs somehow eases the pain you feel.

“Navi?” Link croaks.

His scent of sweet pine and roasted chestnuts engulf your nose, hugging you in an embrace that brought thoughts of home and nostalgia.

You smile softly, bringing your hand to cup his cheek before your thumb caresses his cheekbone. “Y/n.” You hum weakly.

You see confusion flooding his bluebell orbs, “Navi is my fae name, we fae never give away our true names, dummy.” You breathe out and Link’s heart drops.

Eyes following his, you see his eyes surveying your wounds. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

You don’t know if his question is directed to your wounds or your true name, “I was planning to, but I was too late.”

Smiling painfully, a bitter ache makes a home within your heart. “I had so much to tell you, Link.” You laugh softly and you know he can pick up on the anguish within your tone.

We’d keep all our promises.

Link falls silent, tears collecting behind his lashes. “Why must it be you?” He croaks, his sturdy arms hugging you tighter and you relish being in his embrace.

A comforting warmth embraces you and you're reminded of home once more.

Link—He is your home.

The realization makes your heart flutter as it also intensifies the ache you feel.

“The three goddesses will it, my beloved.” You hum, laying your head against his sturdy chest, listening to the strong beats his heart gives against his chest and you find yourself wishing it’d beat for you too.

Be us against the world.

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

Link thought he was going insane.

Through bouts of fever and illness, he’d catch glimpses of a woman with soft blue wings and a stunning smile adorning her face, an aura of familiarity blanketing the air around her.

But now, he sees the very woman in his arms, fully lucid enough to soak in the entirety of her.

She turned out to be you, his fairy companion he’d call ‘Navi’ on his shared journeys with you.

Y/n. Your true name rolls smoothly off his tongue like honey, just like the sweet scent you radiated.

In another life.

Your e/c eyes meet his and he feels his heart skip a beat, pulse skyrocketing.

You’re as beautiful as the first time Link had caught fragmented glimpses of you when he first fell ill early on into your shared journey, too sick to be fully lucid.

Yet those shattered pieces of the remnants of you seemed to have been burned into his mind and Link doesn’t know if it was by his will or something else.

A painful melancholy digs into his heart before making a permanent home there. He had just gotten to know you, the true you, the you who constantly plagued his mind.

You’d appear within his mind during the moon’s reign and you’d whisk through his thoughts when the sun rose, leaving him fumbling like a fool.

But yet, you’re starting to drift from his reach once more; a dream he could only yearn for, always out of reach.

“The three goddesses will it, my beloved.” His heart aches and flutters in an agonizing mix of forlorn hope and pain.

I would make you stay.

“I love you, you know.” Link’s heart drops at your admission, the words heavier than anything else he’d had to bear the burden of.

He doesn’t know whether to embrace the happiness or the pain dancing within his heart.

He cups your face tenderly, as if any drastic movement would break you, before bringing you to face him, his grip on your jaw gentle enough for you to pull away if you so desire to.

You nuzzle into his palm before a weak yet pretty smile adorns your face, the very face that invaded countless of his dreams that would leave his heart hammering with a simple smile that was oh so sweet whenever he awoke.

So I don’t have to say,

Link feels his heart become heavy, being tugged painfully with your incoming demise.

Goddesses, he wants all the time in the world with you.

He so desperately wished that the time would travel back to a period where he can undo your wounds and wrap his arms tightly around your figure with the intent of never letting you go.

And yet, here you are, slipping through his fingertips like fine sand that’d ultimately determine that time would be up.

You were the one that got away.

Tears freely roll down the Hero of Time’s cheeks because of the overwhelming melancholy that wound so tightly around his heart.

His life had been full of countless losses, everything ripped away from his rightful hand in devastating waves.

He had never asked for anything else from everyone surrounding him, not one thing from the Kokiri, from Saria, from Zelda, or even from the Goddess Hylia.

And when he did realize that he wanted one thing, you and your safety, even that one simple request seemed to be a greedy wish of his that the Goddesses could not fulfill.

Link wanted to scream at the absurdity of it all.

He was destined to be a hero.

He is a one.

Yet he couldn’t even save you.

So why does he feel like a fraud?

Feelings of helplessness and hopelessness make a home in his heart at your incoming absence and it utterly kills him inside.

So now, he holds you for the first and last time, basking in the comforting warmth you radiated and the sweet scent of nectar and honey emanating from you.

Link’s thumb traces the edge of your lips, oh so soft and delicate, causing your eyes to flutter softly to a close.

Hand moving from your jaw to the small of your back, he provides support to your head as he brings you closer.

Link’s hand gently cradles the base of your head and he presses a saccharine kiss to your temple before tenderly confessing, “I grew to love you too.”

The one that got away.

© 2024 𝐌𝐘𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄-𝐈𝐕. do not copy, repost, share, or translate any of my works to tumblr, social media, and any other websites/platforms.

⠀𐔌 . ⋮ stars, he wants you in some primal, wild way .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

ʚ twilight x fem! reader ɞ

synopsis: the hero of twilight yearns for you and he is determined to have you.

genres: romance.

rating: mature, 18+ (mdni).

reader specifications: reader is written dressed in silk, no pronouns are used but was written with a female reader in mind.

content warnings: suggestive, implied predator/prey play, hints at dubious consent but isn’t depicted. 

word count: 417 words.

author’s note: mmh feral twilight- based and inspired by this post on pinterest!

―originally posted on @mydarling-iv, mar. 26, 2023

ʚ part ii ɞ | ʚ masterlist ɞ

Twilight’s fingers tilt your chin up and the scene before you causes you to freeze in place, petrified almost as if you'd gazed into a gorgon's stony eyes.

Though his touch is soft, gentle even, his eyes were a stark contrast to his delicate grip on your chin.

Electric blue eyes seemed to light ablaze with fires of passion and hunger, they darkened as they traced every tantalizing feature of yours.

His thumb softly smooths itself against the skin of your jaw before he moves closer. His musky scent of molten amber and cinnamon enveloping you whole, causing a wave of heat and fire to spread beneath your skin.

"Run." Twilight's voice sends shocks of electricity buzzing through your veins.

Lips ghosting over the shell of your ear, the man forcibly holds himself back from pouncing on you right at this moment as you shiver at the contact.

There you stood in front of him, finally in his grasp and his for the taking, draped in the softest white silk as the skin of your tantalizing shoulders and neck teases him insane.

You look up to the man towering over you, eyes becoming doe-like and a growl rips itself from Twilight's throat. "If I catch you," His lips slowly move downwards, teasing against the sweet skin of the junction between your neck and shoulder.

Twilight's lips stop and hover over your pulse point, his mouth watering at the sweet, addicting scent you emanate. "I take you as mine."

He smells the spike of your heat and his electrifying blue eyes nearly roll back at your scent. "You have till that ridge to clear." He hums softly, not bothering to mask the want and desire dripping from his words.

You open your mouth to speak but he hushes you and you realize the situation you're in as his eyes, a soft blue-silver hue in the moon's light, pierces your own. "Run, or I take you here and now."

Twilight pulls away, albeit unwillingly, and soaks in the entirety of you. He sees your hesitance and you don't move, biting your bottom lip softly causing a growl to leave his lips at your ministration as Twilight resists the urge of his to capture your lips and bite it himself.

‘Soon.’ He promises himself as a wolfish grin works its way onto his lips.

His eyes suddenly darken and you finally take a step back before he quickly closes on you once more, bringing his lips to your ear. "Run."

© 2024 𝐌𝐘𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄-𝐈𝐕. do not copy, repost, share, or translate any of my works to tumblr, social media, and any other websites/platforms.

⠀𐔌 . ⋮ red tiger balm .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

ʚ narumi gen x fem, physical therapist! reader ɞ

synopsis: during a joint training conference between the first and third divisions, many notice how captain narumi gen seems to have fallen head over heels for you but what they don't catch is that you both smell like spiced mint, cinnamon, and clove.

genres: fluff, romance.

content warnings: profane language (it's gen duh).

word count: 1.1k words.

author's note: inspired by my love for the warm scent of red tiger balm and how much i love narumi gen ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

‎‧₊ ─ masterlist .ᐟ ༘

Narumi Gen smells of spiced mint, cinnamon, and clove.

It’s a subtle warm medicinal smell that clears one’s nose when Narumi walks past or when one stands near him.

Some days, it’s faint and nearly indistinguishable but whenever Tuesday rolls around and their Captain returns from his off-base day off, the same spicy camphor scent never fails to make a full return subtly with its strong aroma sticking closely to Japan’s Strongest Anti-Kaiju Combatant.

It’s become a running gag within the first division that Narumi’s part-time job during the colder seasons where runny and stuffy noses are at an all time high is being everyone’s Vick’s vapor rub.

But one winter’s Monday morning, kaiju alarms ring throughout Tokyo and many bear witness to the palpable irritation on Narumi Gen’s face as he arrives on base.

Amid the smoke and ash lingering through the air, those working directly with the Captain note the unusual absence of the scent of spiced mint, cinnamon, and clove that Narumi normally smells of. 

Another thing many officers of the First Division also notice is that along with the aroma’s absence is that it goes hand in hand with Narumi’s intensified impatience and snark as he barked harsh order after harsh order.

Many are unsure on which cologne, balm, or hell, even perfume the First Division’s Captain uses to attain such a fresh and warm scent yet none dare ask their quick-tempered Captain.

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

When the joint training conference between the First and Third Division rolls around at the Tachikawa base, it doesn’t take long for platoon leaders and a few officers of the First Division to catch onto how their Captain’s soft currant red eyes seems to latch onto you, the Third Division’s resident physical therapist.

Members of both divisions soon bear witness to how Narumi’s gaze always seems to be searching for you and how they soften whenever you enter the same room he was in. 

They also don’t miss how he always seems to be at a loss of words whenever you speak to him, a gentle yet sweet smile on your face as you ask him if his shoulder is still tight and how much adoration fills his usually tired eyes whenever he's in your presence.

It then clicks to many that Narumi Gen, Captain of the first Division and Japan’s strongest Anti-Kaiju Combatant, has a big fat crush on the Third Division’s physical therapist.

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

With Narumi’s constant visits to you under the guise of tight muscles and achy limbs, it’s become routine for Hoshina to tease him relentlessly.

You’ve just finished sanitizing your therapy table when a soft knock rasps itself against the wood of your office door.

Humming a sweet ‘come in,’ your irises meet soft currant red ones and a honeyed smile is tugging at your lips when you see Captain Narumi in your doorway.

“Captain Narumi,” Your voice is a bit breathy due to your fumble of pausing at the sight of him but he’s entranced nonetheless. “How can I help you?”

It takes him an embarrassing moment to formulate a response to your question but he quickly rasps out, “My wrist is actin’ up again.”

Worry floods your eyes and Narumi savors how your eyes trail from his own down his body and to his right wrist.

It’s greedy of him to watch eagerly how your teeth sinks into your bottom lip in concern but a pang of disappointment tinges his chest as your eyes move off his body and to his left.

He follows your gaze silently and Narumi doesn’t bother hiding the pure indignation on his face when his eyes meet deep wine red ones.

Are you fucking kidding me?

“Narumi, what can I do for ya?” Hoshina’s grin widens as Narumi’s eyes stretches open when that bowl-cut jerk sits himself in front of you—infuriatingly close—on the therapy table.

Your eyes look apologetic enough to soothe the jealousy raging in Narumi, “I’m sorry Captain Narumi but Vice-Captain Hoshina has an appointment with me currently.”

Hoshina 1, Narumi 0.

He feels like a kicked puppy. “But please wait, I’ll take you in after treating Vice Captain Hoshina.” You words have him perking up, a small lovesick grin tugging at his face before he’s padding out your door, not before sparing a withering glare towards Hoshina whose grin becomes a bit more teasing.

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

After a bit of waiting, your head pops out from your office and Narumi’s chest tightens when you smile oh so sweetly. “Sorry for the wait Cap, but come on in.”

He’s aching to be near you so when you disappear further into your office and Hoshina walks past him, the smell of mint and menthol wafts in his nose.

Narumi’s nose wrinkles at the scent, huffing in distaste causing Hoshina to snicker slightly before the former is shutting the door and seating himself onto your therapy table, thighs spreading slightly as you set yourself between them. 

“It’s your shoulder again, hm?” You murmur softly, fingers tweaking the muscle beneath his clavicle, feeling how tight they were before moving a bit further up, causing Narumi to wince gently.

“Mh.” Narumi hums as his eyes flutter to a close, basking in your warmth as he enjoys the the smell of spiced mint, cinnamon, and clove permeating through your office space.

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

The week-long joint training conference draws to a close and many, especially those of the First Division, have gotten sick and tired of the longing glances their Captain continuously throws at you.

He hasn’t even made a move on you yet for fuck’s sake! Many groan in their heads as both division Captains and Vice Captains salute to each other as a thanks.

You stand beside your division Captain, Ashiro Mina, with a gentle smile on your face and many hold their breath when Narumi takes a step towards you.

Please make a move! Officers of both divisions pray before they watch with a bated breath when Narumi takes your hand sweetly, placing a gentle kiss atop your knuckles as your cheeks tint pink.

Jaws then drop as Narumi’s other hand trails along your jaw before taking your chin and pulling you in for a sweet kiss.

It’s takes way too long before someone reacts. “Narumi, get yer damn lips off my pt!” Hoshina hollers, disbelief lining his features as his eyes are wide open in shock.

“What?” The mentioned captain grunts, eyes glaring at the said man as his next words leaves everyone speechless.

Cause who would've thought that Narumi Gen has the balls to-

“Is it so wrong to kiss my wife?” Narumi snarks causing an uproar between both divisions as you laugh sweetly, forcing his eyes to latch onto your pretty face as enamored expression settles itself on his face when you look up at him so lovingly.

Fuck, my wife is so pretty! Narumi finds himself thinking like the lovesick fool he is for you.

© 2024 𝐌𝐘𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆-𝐈𝐕. do not copy, repost, share, or translate any of my works to tiktok, instagram, and/or any other websites/platforms.

⠀ ₍🕊₎ ..⃗. ꒰ my love, iv ꒱

⠀ ꒰🖇꒱ all about iv. ༊*·˚

𓍢ִ໋༯ nineteen. afab/fem, she/her. asian, filipino. infj-t .⋆

𓍢ִ໋༯ currently in college as a nursing student .⋆

𓍢ִ໋༯ my username is literally prounounced as ivy but please also call me names of endearment like love, sweetheart, angel, darling, etc. <3 .⋆

𓍢ִ໋༯ i express my love language as words of affirmation and acts of service whilst i love recieving quality time and words of affirmation .⋆

𓍢ִ໋༯ i'm a loud introvert who loves making herself sad with angst and loves bread and bears! i occasionally read and write but it's incredibly hard for me to since i'm a student who also works *sobs* so i'm more prone to getting burnt out .⋆

𓍢ִ໋༯ my favorite fictional men,

⋆.˚ legend of zelda ― link (mainly botw and tp link) ₊⋆ ⋆.˚ genshin impact ― xiao, scaramouche(kuni), zhongli, alhaitham, kazuha kaedehara, diluc ragnvindr, neuvillette ₊⋆ ⋆.˚ kaiju no. 8 ― hoshina soshiro, narumi gen ₊⋆ ⋆.˚ honkai: star rail ― jing yuan, dan heng ₊⋆ ⋆.˚ haikyuu ― akaashi keiji, miya atsumu, sakusa kiyoomi ₊⋆ ⋆.˚ tsurune ― takehaya seiya, fujiwara shuu, nikaidou eisuke ₊⋆ ⋆.˚ blue lock ― itoshi sae, itoshi rin, nagi seishirou ₊⋆ ⋆.˚ studio ghibli ― ashitaka, jiro horikoshi ₊⋆ ⋆.˚ misc ― anakin skywalker, gojo satoru, son hak, sesshomaru ₊⋆

𓍢ִ໋༯ stars, i'm a fucking sucker for curly, dark-haired men ugh- .⋆

⠀ ꒰🖇꒱ iv's links. ༊*·˚

𓍢ִ໋༯ my library, fics i've read and reccomend and my delusions of course ― @ivsarchive .⋆

𓍢ִ໋༯ my old archived blog, a handful of fics was cross-posted from there to here ― @mydarling-iv .⋆

⠀𐔌 . ⋮ where the shooting star falls, meet me there .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

ʚ botw! link x half fairy, fem! reader ɞ

synopsis: two lovers are torn apart by a calamity and death’s approaching embrace. one wakes, heart bearing a crown of thorns riddled with love and pain, whilst the other sleeps, memories of their love and life before the calamity’s fall lost to the throes of time, appearing only as fleeting dreams.

genres: angst, romance, fluff. | set pre and post calamity.

rating: mature, 18+ (mdni).

content warnings: mentions of near death (in multiple instances) and injuries, implied intercourse (barely), slight spoilers (slight canon divergence).

word count: 3.5k words.

―originally posted on @mydarling-iv, nov. 22, 2022.

‎‧₊ ─ masterlist .ᐟ ༘

Where had it all gone wrong? You wonder to yourself as you sobbed over the limp body of your dearly beloved.

You screamed and cried, begging for him to do anything, a twitch of his finger or whatever you could get to signal that he’s alive.

But you had gotten nothing and despite using your healing magic, you heard no thud of his heart—you heard nothing and it was deafening as is.

Zelda sat a bit away from her knight and beloved best friend, heart breaking into two, your pained cries shattering whatever pieces were left of Zelda’s heart.

Anxiety and fear bubbled up in you before spilling over as a chilling numbness settled in your chest and somehow the hurt and pain you’ve felt intensified in a silent yet deadly way.

Through your tear-marbled lashes, you see the faint glow of the Master Sword and the pain sharpens in your chest causing you to gasp and stagger. “Y/n!” Zelda cries as she catches you in her arms.

“Enlighten me.” You begged brokenly as you unravel yourself from the princess’s arms and grasp onto the handle of the master sword.

You hear its murmurs and despite the chances, relief floods your body but it’s short-lived as the agony burning through your chest extinguishes any positive emotions you could barely even muster to feel.

Letting go of the Goddess Blade so haphazardly, you cup your lover’s cheeks before pressing your forehead against his. The rain pelts against you both and the rain’s dew mixes with the tears running down your cheeks.

“I’m scared, my dear,” Your voice cracks with sorrow as your thumbs brush the debris on his cheekbones. “But come find me again—where the star falls, please?” The words tumble from your lips as a broken whisper lost in the rain’s pitter-patter to everyone but you and Link.

You lock your lips with his and you pour every remaining bit of your healing magic into your lover, to heal, to soothe, and to reassure. His pale complexion brightens a tad bit but he still lies motionless.

You faintly hear Zelda speaking to a Sheikah warrior about the shrine you had finally found and setting in motion the very plan you had devised to keep your lover away from death’s cold embrace.

“I love you, my darling.” You say as you bring his left hand to cup your cheek, kissing the very ring that is to bound your souls together as it temporarily glows a hue similar to that of your eyes before you pull away, your fingertips brushing against his skin one last time.

Hand grasping the very sword your lover wielded, you and Zelda parted from the Sheikah soldier who hoisted Link on his back.

You then embrace Hyrule's princess tightly and through the rain’s chilly onslaught, you let your warmth mingle with Zelda’s as a parting gift. Tears land on each other’s shoulders as you feel each other’s bodies shake, not from the cold, but from the fear and pain consuming your souls of what is to come.

No words are exchanged besides a heartbreaking gaze between you both before you part ways, one walking to the lost woods and the other where the calamity resides.

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

Once you had successfully navigated through the foggy maze of the lost woods, you reach the silent Korok forest.

After the Calamity's arrival, all forests seemed to cease all of their songs and as you trekked through the Korok forest, a painful numbness settled all over your body, stopping your tears at once.

No koroks chirped with mischievous laughter nor did the wind sing with the tunes of rustling leaves. The damaged Master Sword feels heavier in your hand as you step atop the stone platform.

Your vision blurs with a new layer of fresh tears, ready to fall from your eyes as a wave of exhaustion crashes into you unexpectedly, like waves upon waves crashing onto the surf.

Collapsing into the lush, cool grass beneath the great Deku tree, a tired and pained sigh tumbles from your lips as you settle your back against the ancient tree’s bark.

You hold the sword protectively as you look at the concentrated malice engraved into the blade before you lean the butt of the sword’s handle against the bark, resting right next to your head.

A lone tear slips past your lashes and your eyes close, resigning yourself to the darkness that swallows your vision.

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

You awake, vision blurry as you take in the forest, seeming to have grown more lush, either due to the passage of time passing or your nature magic seeping into the flora and fauna surrounding you.

“How many years have passed?” You question quietly, fixing yourself in a comfortable position as your arms hug the goddess blade protectively.

You hear the murmurings of the forest around you and your body freezes at the answer you get.

A decade.

Anguish wracks your entire being, tears stinging your eyes yet refusing to break through the dam that was unwittingly created through the massive amounts of trauma and grief you had to experience.

The mixture of your magic pool overflowing and your sudden flare of emotions causes blooms of blue nightshade to spring to life around you.

The overwhelming pain and sadness prevents you from moving as the scent of blue nightshade slips into your nose and you’re thrown into a dreamless slumber.

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

You wake up throughout the decades that pass, rooted to your spot as you pitifully hope that your lover would have awoken to grab the Master Sword to finally defeat the evil poisoning Hyrule.

But to no avail, time still cruelly passes and the numbness covering your pain and grief grows. “I’m scared, Link.” You whisper into the night as you lean your cheek against the smooth, flat part of the Master Sword’s blade.

They both could be dead. The treacherous thought moves into your mind quickly, just like how shadows grow and dance under the moon’s domain, causing your heartache to intensify.

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

“Why am I still here?” the question tumbles from your lips as you awake from your slumber yet again, losing count of how many times you’ve awoken and fallen asleep.

Your grief and pain seem to freeze you in time whilst the world continues to spin through the day and night cycles, time passing despite how you so badly wish it could stop.

You look to the skies as sunlight leaks from the Deku tree’s leaves and branches before spilling onto your face. “Is it stupid of me to patiently wait for someone who won’t even arrive?” You lament to yourself softly.

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

As dusk transforms into dawn continuously, your hope dwindles as the years pass by. The idea of Link awakening grows dimmer and dimmer before you finally face the harsh truth as tears finally make their way down your cheeks.

Every instance your eyes flutter open and in the back of your mind, you continuously kill the traitorous hope of your lover being alive and as with killing your lover, you kill a part of yourself every time.

Awakening once more, you finally decide enough is enough, sick of the hollowing ache embedded so deeply within your chest.

You bring the back of your palm to your lips, gently kissing the golden band adorning your dominant hand’s ring finger before you weakly reach for a blue nightshade bud.

Crushing the bud into your palm, you force a pool of your power to liquefy into your palm to mix with the crushed blue nightshade petals. The tonic in your hand bleeds into vibrant blue before you bring the liquid to your lips.

“I’m sorry, my darling.” Your whispers are carried by the winds to lands beyond as your eyelids fall shut, hand falling limply on the ground against the Master sword’s tip and you’re blanketed with a painless sleep.

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

Link feels a swirl of emotions as his shattered memory is finally pieced together, he remembers Zelda, the champions—everyone yet why is there a phantom ache in his chest that hurts so much it’s hard for him to breathe?

It feels as if there’s something—someone important to him missing, seeming so close yet so far.

He shuts his eyes, hoping to get sleep before he’s to travel yet again and he’s engulfed in a sleep so comforting yet so terrifying.

“I’m scared, Link.” A soft voice whispers and Link’s heart shatters at how broken the voice sounds. “I’m sorry, my darling.”

Link feels the sudden urge to seek out the person behind the voice and comfort them with his entire being that everything would be alright but the person’s whispers are already lost to the wind.

Color fills his dream and the scenery changes. His eyes suddenly clash with beautiful e/c orbs that send his heart racing as a smile graces the woman's face and Link suddenly feels so starstruck as if he’s been placed under a love spell.

The unknown yet familiar woman cups his cheeks and Link’s heart nearly bursts at the close proximity. Her nose brushes against his and he feels swarms of butterflies wildly flap in his stomach.

Her eyes curl as she smiles yet again, “I love you, my darling.” She whispers, lips teasingly brushing against his.

Link finds himself sealing the gap between his lips and the woman’s and despite it feeling slightly foreign, her lips against his felt so painfully familiar.

It feels so heart-wrenchingly right.

But as per usual, he wakes with a start from the dream as the pain intensifies in his chest. Tears threaten to spill from his orbs as massive waves of grief wash over him, the image of the woman is immediately lost to him and he bites his lip to prevent a pained cry from escaping his lips.

He winces suddenly as light is reflected off something shiny before bouncing to his eyes. Moving his head, Link finally notices the ring adorning his left hand’s ring finger.

From his waking till now, he’s never paid much attention to the ring or even noticed it during his travels as he moved quickly, hoping to regain his strength and bearings to finally defeat Calamity Ganon once and for all.

He’s struck with a sense of nostalgia before his body moves on its own accord. Letting the muscle memory take over, his fist clenches, and the ring is brought to his lips before he delicately places a soft kiss against the cool metal.

It glows a familiar e/c hue and his thoughts take hold of Link. Eyes bearing a similar color flashes within his mind as the full image of the woman in his dreams fully make its presence known in his mind.

A soft e/c glow hugs Link and a myriad of lost memories quickly flash through his mind. His body relaxes as he inhales the comforting scent of sweet honey and floral nectar, causing everything to crash into him all at once.

Memories of you and him and the strong love you both shared for each other.

The woman in his dreams, guiding him and providing him with constant reassurance was you, the woman he had loved so much a century ago and still dearly loved now.

He remembers the moment you both met, standing on opposite sides of a fallen star fragment you both had chased as young teens, how the yellow glow of the fragment casted an ethereal glow on your stunning features that it had taken his breath away.

He remembers the night he caught you in a hidden corner of the palace gardens, flora blooming around you before you caught him looking at you so ardently. The moment you invited him to sit with you and talk about the most random of things made him feel as if he was just a regular hylian boy without the world’s weight on his shoulders.

Nights thereafter held a similar routine of basking in each other’s presence. One night, he had come to meet you with bruises from training, and for the first time in his life, his heart ached at the way your eyes filled with hurt and worry.

You then had cupped his cheek and a soft colored glow matching your eyes emanated from your palms before you told him of you being half fairy as a comforting and healing warmth filled his being, thus explaining your affinity with nature and healing magic.

Another memorable night was when he had brought you a small bouquet of gypsophila and you had tackled him in a hug, taking you both to the ground in a fit of hushed laughter and bright smiles. He sat up and found himself so close to you, your noses brushing against each other as your breaths and body warmth mingled in a tight hug.

He had eyed your lips before meeting your dazed orbs. He swallows his nervousness and musters the courage he and the heroes before him are known for. “May I?” He whispers.

Your answer was immediate, “Please.”

He then pressed his lips against yours and you quickly followed with kissing him back. It was a soft, quick kiss that sent both of your hearts beating so wildly, both of your minds reeling before you both had pulled away.

A shiver danced its way down his spine as he felt your fingers tangle with his locks on the nape of his neck, licking his lips and seeming in sync with your thoughts, he surges forward and meets your lips again in a loving kiss.

He then remembers a moment in the dead of night, when the full moon reached its apex, and you both laid next to each other, your bare skin brushed against his in the utmost alluring way as your hair spread around you almost like a halo.

You looked up at him as your cheek pressed against his bare chest and sent him a sweet yet dazzling smile that made his soul shiver in happiness—that made every part of him ache with an overwhelming amount of love for you.

He sent a small smile to you and reached over to the nightstand before grabbing your dominant hand and slipping a small golden band over your ring finger. He then placed a bigger ring in your palm, patiently waiting.

“Marry me?” He whispered, pressing his forehead against yours and cupping your face with his hands as his thumbs brushed away the tears leaking from your stunningly beautiful eyes.

His smile had widened as you abruptly sat up, holding the sheets to cover your bare body as your eyes sparkled with tears and love. A wobbly yet bright smile graced your features once more, his left hand gently being cupped by your smaller ones as you slipped his ring on.

“Yes,” You choke through your tears as you also cupped his face. “I love you.”

He smiled at your admission that seemed to always make his heart stutter. “I love you so much more.” He hummed softly as he pressed his lips against yours.

He held you tightly in his arms, and during that very same night, he realized he held a miracle.

An overwhelming wave of longing and a lovelorn sadness washes over Link as the hollowed ache in his chest sharpened into an intense pain that pricked every fiber of his being.

He had nearly died before and was on the brink of entering death’s cold embrace but yet, the pain he’s experienced before his new revelation could never compare to the brutally raw pain he now feels because there was a large possibility of you being lost in the throes of time.

It hurts. Link thinks quietly to himself as he grips the fabric situated above his heart so tightly his knuckles turn white.

How does he live? How does he breathe? When you’re not here, he’s suffocating and he realizes this is where he’d give it all up, everything he’s worked so very hard for. For you, he’d have to risk it all just to see you once more.

Hurriedly, Link gathers the small remains of his temporary camp and leaps upon his trusty steed before he prays to whatever higher power is willing to hear his prayers. And if his prayers had gone unheard, he’ll try and tear both heaven and earth apart just to get back to you.

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

Twisting his horse’s reins wildly, Link has the sudden urge to scream as his mind comes up with nothing regarding your location. Or where you remains rested. The haunting thought curls around his heart and squeezes harshly causing his breath to abruptly hitch.

He urges his steed to stop as a sudden wetness falls on his hands, he thinks it’s rain but when Link finally snaps out of his miserable daze, he realizes it’s his tears that are falling onto his hands.

“Where are you, my love?” Link questions hoarsely to himself and before he can curl himself to sob the grief and pain taking hold of his heart, a twinkle of gold catches his eye causing him to raise his head.

A shooting star fragment.

His mind shifts to his memory of meeting you, it was a shooting star fragment that had originally led you to each other. But yet, another memory envelops the hero, one that intensifies the longing bubbling over in his chest.

It was a warm night and he laid soundly in your embrace as you ran your fingers through his locks before you cup his face ever so sweetly. He had been sleeping, waking up to the soothing motions of your nails gently brushing against his scalp and he decided then to continue to pretend to sleep in order to enjoy your comforting touch.

He feels your thumb brush against his cheek ever so softly as you place a saccharine kiss on the tip of his nose. “Darling, do you recall of the first time we met?” You sing softly, almost as if you’re terrified of breaking the tranquil air blanketing the space around you and him.

“Because I do. I recall of our meeting a lot—you stood there, almost frozen in shock at seeing another person chasing the very same star you were. And goddesses, you looked so pretty it hurts. How the starlight cupped your face and painted it in such a celestial glow. You took my breath away the moment I glanced at you and my heart suddenly decided to beat for you.” His heart skips a beat at your confession.

“Maybe in another life, or whenever we’re lost and apart from each other, just like how we had first met, where the shooting star falls, wait there. For I will be waiting for you besides a fallen star fragment, my heart longing for you. I love you, my darling.” You finish before you kiss his forehead.

Link gasps painfully as he snaps out of the memory and before he knows it, he’s quickly urging his horse in the direction the shooting star fragment flew.

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

He eyes the pillar of light the fragment created and he finds himself in front of the lost woods, the pillar of light seemed to emanate from the central portion of the forest, and without thought or reason, Link throws himself into the foggy maze of the lost woods.

Despite the wild urgency and intense adrenaline flooding his body, he somehow navigates his way through the maze-like paths of the lost woods and finds himself at the entrance of the Korok forest.

Link’s azure eyes are immediately drawn to the empty raised pedestal of rock that holds no Master Sword and a sense of alarm envelops him in an unwanted hug.

His chest convulses unexpectedly as panic sets in, no matter the Master Sword, Link could still find a way to defeat the Calamity with regular weapons but, where were you?

He’s on the brink of losing himself to the raging storm within his mind but the wind rustles the trees’ leaves and branches in a gentle dance, causing a blinding light of blue and gold to flash in his eyes.

Head turning automatically and body lurching forwards in the direction of the two-toned light, the base of the Deku tree comes into view and he sees what his heart most yearned for through the hundred of years he’s slept through and the years before that.

You, sat at the base of the great Deku tree, seemingly enveloped by sleep.

Your eyes are closed as an air of tranquility blankets the space around you, a myriad of flowers blooming with life around you. Link notices vines growing along the Master Sword you embrace, gleaming proudly at its wielder as if it wasn’t drained of light nearly a century ago, as the said vines also caresses the skin of your limbs almost delicately.

Tears blur his ultramarine eyes and Link falls to his knees in front of you. He then gently removes the vines adorning your body as his eyes scan your body.

You’re still as beautiful as day the calamity had fallen and he feels the familiar warmth and happiness you always bring hug him the most spectacular ways that’d make his cheeks flush a rosy hue and his stomach flutter sweetly.

His tears finally fall as Link painfully musters a wobbly smile. He cups your face with his calloused hands, seasoned with danger and adventure, a stark contrast to your unsullied, pure skin.

Thumb rubbing against your cheekbone, Link leans his forehead against yours. “I’m sorry for making you wait so long, my love.” His voice cracks as pain and vulnerability seep into his tone. “But I’m here—I found you yet again where the shooting star fell.”

“Please, my love, come back to me.”

© 2024 𝐌𝐘𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄-𝐈𝐕. do not copy, repost, share, or translate any of my works to tumblr, social media, and any other websites/platforms.

⠀𐔌 . ⋮ golden child, lion boy; tell me what it's like to conquer .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

ʚ botw! link x fem! reader ɞ

synopsis: when the kingdom goes to war, the goddess's chosen Hero is desperate to keep you safe. in his attempts to give you everything, you gradually became nothing.

genres: angst, romance. | mentions an established relationship, set pre-calamity.

rating: mature, 18+ (mdni).

content warnings: unclear time skips,mild/implied sexual content, slight spoilers (slight canon divergence), (indirect) mentions of war.

reader specifications: reader was detailed to have curves and dips, was also implied that reader wears/uses a silk nightie, no pronouns were used but was written with a female reader in mind.

word count: 1.09k words.

―originally posted on @mydarling-iv, aug. 25, 2023

‎‧₊ part ii ─ masterlist .ᐟ ༘

Sleep does not come to Link that easily. Despite holding you in his arms as you slept, your warmth did not beckon his eyelids to fall. Instead, he gazes fondly at your sleeping face.

Link's heart soars as a smile tugs at his lips but soon falters as he feels fear creep in. The over-looming threat of the Calamity continuously draws near. Then, the view of you blurs as Link drowns himself in his thoughts.

He hesitates, questioning whether or not his decision is right, if the lack of your say in the matters is the correct thing to do. It feels wrong, a raw disgust filling his veins but his fear overpowers his rationality, rearing its ugly head that Link is forced to look at.

But as he stares into the eyes of the King of Hyrule, he is forced to come to terms that if he refuses the offer, you may be vulnerable to the incoming Calamity’s wrath. And so, Link deludes himself into believing that this is what is necessary to keep you out of harms way.

He’s snapped back into reality as you snuggle further into him, your warmth permeating through his skin and into his soul. Gradually, Link feels his fears melt away. It needs to be done, for no cost is too great to keep you safe. He thinks, hand gently cupping your sleeping face.

“You are dear to me, I don’t want to ever let you go nor would I ever give you up,” Link’s words are hushed—masked as a promise—only heard by the moon and stars above. He presses a sweet kiss to your forehead as unshed tears glaze his eyes.

“I want to protect you, I want to guard you from the world that tries to so desperately dim your light—And by the stars, this I promise you for I love you too much.”

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

The move to Castle Town was much livelier than expected. Despite having to tear himself from you due to knightly duties, Link made an effort to always give you his time.

Laughter rings in your new, quaint home, smiles are pressed against each other, you both embrace each other when the moon rises and Link finds it hard to leave your serene hug but he must do what he is bound to and you continuously find yourself awaking to a cold bed.

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

As the brightness of Spring quickly passes, Winter arrives, taking all the sweet liveliness of Spring with it, leaving the world—your world—cold and barren as a distance stretches itself between you and Link, your lover returning home more guarded and unreadable as time passes.

He is repeatedly sent on countless missions, tasked with being at the very forefront of wiping out monster and enemy camps. Your heart aches whenever he softly kisses you goodbye, and yet whenever he arrives home safely—alive—you find that the ache in your chest has never left in the first place.

You kiss him passionately, wanting to bruise him so that he wouldn’t be able to forget you. Though now much silent, Link shares the same sentiments as he worships your body, engraving marks reminding you of him into your soft skin that both reassures you and intensifies the longing in your heart.

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

Time passes and Link steadily climbs the ranks, his time split between fighting at the frontlines and guarding Hyrule’s sole princess.

He’s given a noble title, land to go with it, and prestige. Yet, when you move into the estate he’s given, it doesn’t feel like home, instead it’s cold and barren, devoid of the love you and Link once filled your cozy apartment with.

Your lover dominates high society, titles falling at his feet whenever he’d come home victorious, yet why does it feel like you’ve lost him throughout his feats?

You no longer embrace each other before bed, his side of the bed remaining cold from dusk till dawn, nor does a boyish smile ever grace his face whenever you try to crack a joke, instead you’re only met with his furrowed brows and tired eyes. 

Despite how Link has become dismissive and cold, you hold him gently in your arms, bare skin against bare skin and only now do you see that he’s been cracked enough as it is, his heart more shattered than he lets on.

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

He envelops you whole, skin feverish as Link’s lips are merciless, leaving no spot of your skin untouched—unmarked—and your heart swells as a small part of you mourns.

“I love you and I will love you as long as I am able to love.” Link whispers, his words soft compared to the blatant sin he commits.

Your eyes flutter to a close, your hand finding home in his hair before you gently tug at his roots, eliciting a satisfying groan from your lover.

“I want everything back, the way it was.” Your words are a breathy as you speak and Link has to resist the urge to capture your lips.

But before you’re able to continue, a quick knock interrupts, breaking the bubble you and your lover were in. “Captain, you are needed.” A man, who you suppose was your lover’s subordinate, stated.

Link’s eyes stay glued to you, committing every slope, dip, and curve of yours to memory. “Is it urgent?” Link mutters loud enough for the man to hear, his blue eyes dark as an ocean’s, and you think that this is how people drown.

A quiet sigh leaves your lips as you go to grab your silken nightie, your body tensing as Link’s bare chest meets your back. He places soft kisses to your bare shoulder before he reaches the junction of your neck and shoulder.

“It’s Princess Zelda, sire, she was reported to be missing and seen on horseback heading to Gerudo.” The kisses on your shoulder ceases, an inaudible curse falling from Link’s lips and before you know it, your lover’s warmth is ripped from your back.

His clothes rustle, almost seeming to mock you and you feel your heart slowly sink again. Link gently cups your face, pivoting slightly so he’s able to see your face. Yet, you avoid his gaze.

Link places a delicate kiss to your forehead, silently promising that he’ll be back soon but yet, he becomes a blind eye to how your eyes dim.

The door shuts behind him and you’re left alone, feeling used and cold. “I want everything back, the way it was.” Tears run down your cheeks as his absence burns a deeper hole into your heart. “But there is no point to it, this wanting.”

© 2024 𝐌𝐘𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄-𝐈𝐕. do not copy, repost, share, or translate any of my works to tumblr, social media, and any other websites/platforms.