⠀𐔌 . ⋮ A Waning Goddess's Plight .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

⠀𐔌 . ⋮ balsam flowers and plum blossoms .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

ʚ general! scaramocuche x fem, courtesan! reader ɞ

synopsis: having been forced to leave his clan temporarily, kunikuzushi assists the heir apparent of liyue in a upcoming border conflict. while there, like a balsam flower blooming in the early fall's frost, your rosy lips and dusty rouge eye make-up draws him in. in a game of go, the unbeatable inazuman tactician finally tastes defeat at your hands.

genres: romance, mild smut, slight angst.

rating: mature, 18+ (mdni).

content warnings: indirect mentions of war, implied smut, mentions of pleasure houses (but reader doesn't really partake), unclear timeskips.

reader specifications: reader is detailed to wear red eyeshadow and red lipstick, it's also noted that reader has long enough hair to pin back.reader is also called 'xiyue' but it is merely an alias.

word count: 2.79k

author's note: this fic is heavily inspired by fengxian and lakan from the apothecary diaries and reader's make-up and attire is based off of fengxian's ( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝)

‎‧₊ ─ masterlist .ᐟ ༘

Scaramouche’s eyes linger on the letter sent from his mother, the current head of the Raiden clan and he’s too irritated to roll his eyes at her nagging. 

“Throwing me out to accomplish big feats for the glory of the clan,” He sarcastically snarls. “My ass.”

Shaking his head, he tosses the piece of parchment into the fireplace in his temporary office Xiao had provided him, opening the balcony doors before he gazes at Liyue’s bustling streets. 

“General Scaramouche,” Heizou Shikanoin remarks from the other side as the said man’s eyes flit over to his direction.

“Enter.”

“Blessings to the moon of the Inazuman empire,” Heizou murmurs the greeting addressed to the heir apparent of Inazuma.

Handing the general the documents, Scaramouche simply skims over its contents, removing the unimportant ones before waving his hand dismissively. 

Recalling a certain albino haired man, Heizou puts in, “Y’know, I heard of a courtesan that’s unbeaten in Go.”

He inwardly grins as he catches the glimmer of curiosity in Scaramouche’s dark blue eyes. 

“Unbeaten, huh?” Scaramouche simpers haughtily, placing the documents down, interest blooming within him.

“Where?”

“The Yuanfen House in the Red-Light District,” Scaramouche’s nose crinkles ever so slightly before he’s motioning Heizou to the door.

As they make their way to the aforementioned district beneath the starry night of Liyue, Scaramouche can’t help but question, “Who mentioned this to you?”

It's at his words does Heizou chuckle, “Who else besides Kazuha? He’s mentioned repeatedly about how you’re such a shut-in.” Scaramouche glares at his friend causing Heizou to burst out laughing.

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

After speaking to the Yuanfen owner, Lihua, the detective motions Scaramouche to a table at the upper levels of the pleasure house.

“Who am I to meet?” It’s a simple and blunt question as he seats himself, his indigo eyes landing on the Go board placed on the table.

Heizou stands at the sidelines, a little ways away from his lord. “The Balsam Flower Maiden of the Yuanfen House, Xiyue is what the owner called her.” His answer is satisfactory as Scaramouche recalls the meaning of each character.

Joyous, rare. He shakes his head as he sets up his black Go stones, rolling them in his palm as he waits for his opponent.

Before long, he hears the rustle of silk fabrics and the soft chimes of metal and beaded hair pins but Scaramouche doesn’t bother looking up.

“You first.” He mutters absentmindedly, fingers tapping quietly against the table.

Scaramouches eyes move from the wide Yuanfen House doors exposing the people walking by to the Go board. He hears a soft hum and more people crowd around him and the courtesan.

It was bound to stir attention: the unbeaten courtesan of the Yuanfen House and the formidable Inazuman tactician and general exchangig calculated blows in a game of Go.

As the courtesan places her white Go stone on the board, a hint of a soft red hue catches his eyes.

Without skipping a beat, Scaramouche is quick to place his own stone, his twilight blue eyes latching on the courtesan’s red tinted nails.

She’s good. He muses, eyeing her abrupt and unexpected moves. But she’s a mere frog in a well.

Soon, he immerses himself in the match, finding himself entertained by her moves and playing style.

But that amusement is quickly shut down as his eyes assess the board. Murmurs from the audience fill his ears much to his annoyance.

I lost. Scaramouche thinks simply, but as he looks at the board further, he realizes he was corner masterfully, having utterly beaten him.

When was the last time I lost this badly? He questions, pursing his lips in mild indignation.

Letting out a quiet sigh, his indigo eyes finally look up and he meets beautiful e/c eyes that seem to sparkle.

With a rosy hue dusted on the outer corners of your eyes and red painted lips, Scaramouche finds himself frozen—captivated almost.

Eyes defiant, and like the smell of the balsam flower that surrounds you, your resinous eyes held a sweet gaze.

Swallowing thickly, Scaramouche composes himself as he gestures for another match of Go, not only captivated by your beauty but your way with the game as well.

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

Nights thereafter, Scaramouche always finds himself at the doors of the Yuanfen House, consistently buying all your time for the night, barring any man from seeing you.

He ignores Heizou’s smug grin and Kazuha’s faint smile, choosing your company over theirs, finding the silence between you comfortable and serene, the faint smell of balsam flowers sticking to you sweet and addicting.

Game after game, many nights since he’s first fought you in the game of Go, was he able to finally learn of your true name.

Y/n.

Scaramuche finds it pleasant and sweet, rolling off his tongue like honey easily compared to the name Lihua had bestowed upon you—Xiyue.

But as night bleeds into day and day into night, he gradually gets to know you as you do with him. Soon he learns of your past, how you were born in the pleasure house you now serve.

Regardless of such an odd environment to raise a child in, you muse how Lihua was kind enough to provide an education for you and allow you to retain your purity.

Scaramouche hums, placing his dark stone on the board before his eyes flit over to gaze at you.

Pools of indigo trace your face, studying how your long lashes flutter against the apples of your cheeks, eyes dusted with a red hue, lips tinted south rouge as the rosy plum blossom flower painted on your forehead seems to highlight your beauty even more.

As beautiful as a balsam flower. He finds the thought at the very forefront of his mind.

Your eyes flicker up, meeting his and he spares the board a glance before looking up at you once more, meeting your gaze.

Scaramouche finds himself breathless at the sight of you before him, at your beauty and your intelligence, having bested him once more in Go.

“Scara?” You hum softly and he revels in how your voice seems sweeter when calling for him.

Like a clockwork, his true name tumbles from his lips as his eyes trace your lips. “Kuni.”

“Hm?”

“Kunikuzushi is my real name.” He states simply before collecting your white stones and placing them in your bowl, collecting his soon after.

You smile endearingly as your cheeks redden subtley and he finds himself speechless, the words on his tongue suddenly dying. “Well then, shall we play another game of Go, Kuni?”

His heart aches at how sweetly you say his name and like the fumbling, lovesick fool he is, he nods silently, not trusting his words.

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

Despite the looming threat of the border conflict plaguing Xiao and Liyue, Scaramouche is quick to finish his paperwork, assigning Inazuman soldiers to the forefront of Liyue’s west border to help aid the young heir.

Yet regardless of the stress and tension between the higher-ups, Kunikuzushi keeps visiting you night after night, buying you for the entire night.

He feels a swell of pride as he catches your eyes twinkle brightly when you see him enter your chambers.

“Miss me?” Kunikuzushi teases, a smug grin on his face as you bite back a smile.

“Says the man who repeatedly buys me out night after night.” You retort as you eye the Go board he places on your table.

“Go? Aren’t you tired of me beating you?”

“Hah?” Kunikuzushi snaps, his words having no heat as all as he resists the urge to grin. “Just you watch, love.”

You smile shyly and his heart skips a beat. “Bring it on, Kuni.” You chime playfully as your fingers place your white stone on the board.

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

Coming from the Jade palace after discussing battle plans and preparations with Xiao, Kunikuzushi’s keen ears catch wind of your price hiking up steadily.

Choosing to brush off such things, he tosses the bag of mora on the counter before making his way to your chambers, his feet carrying him along the familiar path.

Entering, he sees you painting your nails with balsam flower paste. Your eyes catch his and he knows his own soften exponentially.

He’s unfamiliar and clumsy with such longing blooming in his chest and so, he turns to one of the few things he’s keenly familiar with.

“Go?”

You smile but he catches that it doesn’t quite reach your eyes.

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

As your game continues, Kunikuzushi eyes you softly and he’s beginning to understand that there’s something amiss simmering in your eyes.

He’s quick to place his stone after you had just done so, but your hand lingers, fingers caressing his before you’re lacing your hand with his. Kunikuzushi’s eyes quickly snap to yours and he’s taken off guard with the raw emotions swirling through them.

Swallowing thickly, he tugs you towards him, his lips descending on yours—sweet and desperate—as your fingers tangle themselves in his midnight blue locks.

Kunikuzushi quickly loses himself in your lips, your touch, your taste as he finds himself addicted, yearning for more. Your hands tug at his clothes as his own slide your silken garments off your shoulders, his hands easily plucking out your hair pins before they wander all over your body, squeezing gently.

Pulling away for air, you pant hotly against his lips. And before he knows it, his hand cups the nape of your neck, bringing your lips against his once more.

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

Kunikuzushi kisses your lips, pulling back as he gazes at you, his heart clenching at the sad, glossy look in your eyes.

He hovers over you, yet with his hands interlaced pinning your own to the silken sheets, Kunikuzushi squeezes your hands three times.

A message, a reminder, an unspoke phrase he’s yet to say.

“What’s with the faraway gaze in your eyes?” He murmurs softly as your lips tremble.

“My price is hiking up and Lihua is tempted to sell me.” It’s a broken whisper and Kunikuzushi dives down gently, kissing your lips hard as his knee settles between your bare thighs, your hands squeezing his.

“Don’t think of them while I’m here with you,” His words are breathy against your lips as he moves his hand to gently hold the nape of your neck, his other hand hooking behind your knee as he raises your leg.

“You’re mine, Y/n, and I won’t let any bastard have you.” His words are quiet but you can catch the underlying heat lining his words.

Your heart feels full as you gaze at the alluring man hovering above you. Pursing your lips in nervousness, you cup his face with your newly freed hands, forcing his dark indigo eyes to fly to yours.

Pulling him closer, your noses nuzzle against each other as your lips ghost over his. Your hand trails to his back, fingers gently tracing his spine as your thumb caresses his cheek.

Beautiful. You think to yourself.

He shudders at your motions and his dark blue eyes seem to become more half-lidded, pooling with lust and longing.

“I love you, Kuni.” You confess quietly, breath glossing over his lips and before you know it, he’s slamming them against your lips as you tangle your hand in his dark tresses.

He’s everywhere; his scent and touch driving you insane, dizzying yet so addicting.

Reluctantly pulling away for air, Kunikuzushi’s eyes seem dazed and drunken-like as he attempts to catch his composure. But with you, bare and ready for him beneath him, he finds it hard to focus.

His heart swells as it feels like it’s overflowing with warmth. He gazes at you sweetly as he thumbs the edge of your kiss-bitten lips, the look in his eyes tugging at your heart.

Kunikuzushi loses himself in your heat as your eyes close in pleasure. His hand gently squeezes yours once, twice—thrice.

“I love you,” He kisses you as you wrap your arms around his neck. “I am yours, Y/n.”

He murmurs against your lips, utterly addicted. “Always.”

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

Kunikuzushi wakes up in the dead of night, his eyes tracing your serene features as he pulls you flush against him, his heart thrumming at the feeling of your bare skin against his.

His fingers gently trace the slope of your cheek before his hand cups your cheek. Your eyes sleepily flutter open and the look on his face sends your heart racing.

He places his forehead against yours, noses nuzzling against each other as your eyes close. “I am to leave for the front lines.” Kunikuzushi whispers quietly as your hands interlace with his, squeezing gently in worry.

Squeezing your hand once, twice, thrice—a reassuring and unspoken signal for the words, i love you.

“Do not fret, love. For I will come back and you and I will leave this place,” Kunikuzushi kisses you softly. “Together.”

“Promise?”

He smiles, “Promise.”

Your fingertips trace his cheek softly as his own tilt your chin upwards, “Come back safely to me, Kuni.” You murmur, lips dancing against his.

Kunikuzushi deepens the kiss as your fingers tangle themselves in his indigo locks.

“Always.”

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

The border conflict had taken much longer than he'd anticipated, two months at best but when Kunikuzushi returns to the harbor, he disregards the paperwork and letters littering his office, missing the urgent letters you’ve sent him.

He’s held back from seeing you due to having to close up loose ends with Xiao but once he’s free, he quickly makes his way to the Yuanfen House.

But as Kunikuzushi nears the pleasure house, his ears catch onto news that sends a chill down his spine.

“Did you hear? Someone bought the Balsam Flower Maiden out from the Yuanfen House!”

“Xiyue? No way!”

His eyes widened and his heart beat seemed to echo harshly in his ears. “They beat out the down payment another customer had put in.”

Before he knows it, Kunikuzushi is grabbing the man by his collar, his indigo eyes thundering violently. “When is she being sold?” He snarls and the man pales from the intensity of Kunikuzushi’s eyes, his aura flickering with anger and power.

“T- Today.” Kunikuzushi harshly lets go of the man’s collar before he’s running quickly, his heart aching as panic floods his mind.

He curses himself for being stupid, not having been more careful especially when he knows your price is skyrocketing.

Kicking the door open, he’s demanding to see Lihua, the said woman regarding him with a glare of indifference. “She was bought out.” She states simply as if you were something to be easily disregarded.

His eyes thunder, anger flaring in him as lightning buzzes on his skin. The people within Liyue closest to the harbor’s waters swear they can hear thunder on the horizon.

“I don’t give a damn,” Kunikuzushi growls, fists balling and he doesn’t care to wince at the slight sting his skin radiates when his fingernails dig into his palms.

“I don’t care about the price. I’ll double it, triple it.” He sees the old hag’s eyes sparkle and he feels disgust rise in him. “I want her and only her.”

She smirks, sly and conniving. “She’s all yours.”

Disregarding her words, Kunikuzushi is quick to make his way to your chambers, relief and worry blooming in him.

Opening the doors, he’s greeted with the sweet and slightly spicy, resinous scent of balsam flowers and he finds himself calming down.

Your eyes fly to the door, landing on his figure and they widen in shock. “I’m sorry,” Kunikuzushi admits softly, swallowing harshly as he sees your eyes pool with relief and sadness. “I’m sorry for being so late.”

He isn’t able to say much as your arms are suddenly wrapping around his neck, your scent invading his senses as you bury your face in his shoulder.

Your touch is soothing, calming and in your embrace does he feel less war-torn and he thinks that peace may feel a lot like you.

Kunikuzushi is quick to wrap his arms around your waist as he allows himself to melt into your embrace, placing a kiss on your hairline. “I’m sorry for taking so long.” He apologizes once more and his arms tighten around your waist as he feels your body tremble.

You look up at him and his heart aches seeing unshed tears glaze your pretty eyes. “It’s okay, you’re here now.” You whisper shakily and he wishes he could turn back time to spare you such melancholy.

It’s quiet before you shakily exhale, “I thought I lost you in battle.” Your words are vulnerable and it sends a spike of pain in his chest that lingers.

“Forgive me, my love.” Kunikuzushi murmurs, kissing your lips delicately. “Battered and wrecked, I will always come to you first.”

He holds you closer, “For my heart is so full of you, I can hardly call it my own.”

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

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⠀𐔌 . ⋮ the chase .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

ʚ motorcyclist! xiao x fem, ballerina! reader ɞ

synopsis: a chance encounter amidst traffic fleeting like the wind, a ribbon tying you two together yet why were you both foolish enough to not ask for names?

genres: romance (implied mutual attraction), modern au + smau.

word count: 680.

author's note: this was gonna be a kuni fic but thinking about it, i think he'd just smack your hand playfully LMAO- but this fic was created by my brainrot induced by this video ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹.

‎‧₊ ─ masterlist .ᐟ ༘

As the car comes to a stop within a sea of traffic, you sigh tiredly as your eyes drift to your bag.

Frustration blooms within you as you inwardly wince, remembering that your current pointe shoes are basically dead and that you’d have to break in new pointe shoes when you get home.

But with the reminder of you not fully grasping your piece during rehearsals, the frustration welling inside you explodes in a quiet storm in your mind.

Tugging the silk ribbon from your hair, your locks descend down your shoulders in waves, before you’re lowering the window.

Putting your hand through the window, the silk ribbon flutters softly in the night breeze and you pause as you question whether you should let it go, the ribbon—and ballet.

But just as you were about to let the ribbon flutter away, a warm and unfamiliar hand encompasses yours gently.

Your eyes shoot up to meet deep amber ones, red eyeliner lining his sharp eyes as locks of black and turquoise peek from his helmet, his face hidden by the mask beneath his motorcycle helmet.

The man gently closes your hand into a fist, securing the ribbon in your grasp as he gently nudges your hand back into the car. 

“You should put your hands back in the car,” He hums and you find yourself entranced by the lull of his voice, deep and soothing—alluring. 

The man turns his head to face the road yet he keeps eye contact by looking at your through the corner of his eyes, “It’s dangerous.”

He’s gone as fast as he had unexpectedly arrived as traffic begins to move and only then are you able to realize what had just happened.

You feel heat rise to your cheeks as your bottom lip slightly falls, your stomach twisting and turning and you swear there’s a whole swarm of butterflies in your stomach.

Swallowing thickly, your fingers absentmindedly played with the ribbon, tying it into a cute bow.

And as traffic begins to lessen and the driver accelerates, the loud roar of a motorcycle catches your attention.

Instinctively grabbing your phone, you snap a blurry picture of the cute motorcyclist hoping to find him once more.

Boldly, you roll down the window once more as the car speeds up, unwittingly chasing the motorcyclist who unknowingly caught your eyes as your hand tightens around the ribbon in your grasp.

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

Xiao quickly revs his bike, weaving through traffic before a flailing hand enters the corner of his vision.

Curiosity blooms within him and he takes the bait as he slows his bike to match the car’s speed.

Being mindful to stay aware of his surroundings, his eyes meet yours once more and a small smile tugs at his lips as he recognizes you as the one from before.

Pretty. He thinks as he finally takes you in, too engrossed in informing you to keep your hands in the car to have noticed your beauty prior.

But you gently wave your hand in the wind, a smile stretching across your face as Xiao brings up his hand to grab whatever you’re holding.

He sees a faint flash of pink as your fingers brush against his and he swears he feels a buzz of electricity dance atop his skin.

The car speeds up and you maintain eye contact with him, a coy yet sweet smile on your face as you wave him goodbye.

Xiao is struck by a sudden fluttering in his stomach that distracts him enough for the car to enter the maze of cars along the freeway.

Realizing that he's lost your car, he sighs as he understands it'd be troublesome revving his bike through traffic to chase you.

Instead, he allows his eyes to drift down to what you had given him.

A baby pink silken ribbon tied into a cute bow.

A smile graces his face as he huffs amusedly behind his mask. His hand tightens around the bow as he quickly shoves it into the pocket of his jacket, noting to tie it to his bike’s keys.

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

⠀𐔌 . ⋮ make you want it .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

ʚ hoshina soshiro x fem! reader ɞ

synopsis: no one in the third division is blind enough to see the way their vice-captain switches up with you, the vice-captain of the first division. somehow their laid-back and cheery vice-captain becomes an absolute menace whenever he’s in your presence and you decide that it’s time that you’ve finally had enough.

genres: romance, suggestive and a bit explicit, mature, 18+ (mdni).

content warnings: profane language, biting, dry humping, manhandling, down bad! hoshi haha.

word count: 4.02k words.

author's note: late birthday fic for my hubby! i really needed down bad! hoshi bc in most fics, he's cool n suave but fuck, i want him desperate (✿ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)⁾⁾

‎‧₊ ─ masterlist .ᐟ ༘

As the meeting drones on, you find yourself rapidly blinking away the fatigue yet a sudden jolt to your foot beneath the table startles you awake.

Your eyes fly up to the person who struck your foot and your eyebrows automatically wrinkle in dismay at the sight of Hoshina Soshiro’s pleased grin and mirth-laden wine-red eyes.

Sleepy? He mouths cheekily as you fight the urge to roll your eyes. Instead, a sweet, honeyed smile stretches at your lips and you notice Soshiro’s eyes falling slightly from your eyes to something lower.

Stars, your lips look so fuckin’ soft-

His eyes widen as he’s pulled from his lecherous thoughts when you pull your foot back before landing a solid kick to his shin with the hard heel of your boot.

Soshiro glares as you smile innocently—teasingly—before mouthing back, Hurts?

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

The meeting is adjourned and you’re quick to flick Gen’s forehead, rousing him from his phone as a snarl tugging at his lips while the words “Game Over” is in bold red text is splattered across his phone’s screen.

He turns to you quickly, his mouth unfurling to spew insults but the look in your eyes has Gen biting his tongue as you both stand from the table. “Gen, review the files regarding the energy traces detailed in Tokyo Bay.”

You spare a nod to Mina Ashiro before heading out of the conference room, not bothering to say a word to her Vice-Captain despite feeling the heat of Soshiro’s stare lingering on your form.

Regardless, you busy yourself with reviewing the files in your hand as you unconsciously bite your bottom lip when you read the data provided.

Tokyo is long overdue for another bivalent event.

Your mind races with protocols and plans to approve regarding civilians and even your own soldiers but you’re ripped from your thoughts when you walk into something hard and firm.

The scent of sweetened chestnuts and powdered sugar invades your nose before the documents are plucked out of your hands, “Hoshina,” Your nose wrinkles cutely and a cheshire grin spreads across the said man’s face. 

“What do you want?” You ask flatly, your hand reaching for the documents before he’s swiping it out of your reach.

“Just reviewin’ the files again, Vice-Cap.” He murmurs, flicking through your files as you blink at him unimpressed.

“You were given a copy, Hoshina,” You mutter, your annoyance starting to flare and from the mischievous twinkle in his eyes, you know that bastard knows how much of an annoyance he’s been these past few days.

“Is that how you speak to yer fellow Vice-Captain and former batch member?” Hoshina teases, wiggling your documents above you just out of reach.

An odd look becomes apparent in your eyes, something subtle and fleeting that even Hoshina couldn’t pinpoint before your irritation is quick to mask it.

“Mh,” You murmur, stepping closer to him, your chest brushing against his as you stare up at him.

Hoshina’s breath hitches as your fingers hook onto the belt loops of his pants before you pull him towards you, his chest flush against yours.

Your eyes intensify and Hoshina is entranced before his eyes slip low to trace the swell of your plush lips. He feels his resolve faltering as your hands wander up the planes of his chest, your touch soft and feather-light enough to tease.

A shudder works down his spine as your nails gently trace his shoulders and Hoshina has to hold back the urge to groan, utterly enraptured by your blistering eyes and the feeling of your body against his.

His arms unconsciously lower as he succumbs to the urge to hold your hips and before Hoshina is able to act on any of his feral impulses, your soft, pliant body is ripped from his.

As are the documents he held in his hands.

You step away from him and he feels a swell of irritation at the sight of your nonchalant eyes, seemingly unaffected by him unlike how you were able to invoke such a profound and heated response from him.

His now free hands are itching to squeeze the swell of your hips and bring your body back against his, yet the glare you shoot his way sends bolts excitement through his veins. 

“Last time I checked, it was you who ran your tongue, Hoshi.” You retorted over your shoulder, uttering his name with a false sweetness before you’re brushing past him and disappearing down the corridor.

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

During the entirety of the joint training session between the First and Third Divisions, it became known to most officers in both divisions that there were underlying tensions between each respective division’s Vice-Captain.

It came as a shock to many to see Hoshina’s teasings turning sharp whenever it came to you as they usually see him as the lax one whenever Narumi Gen involves him in his childish spats.

Despite it all, you fought Hoshina’s quips with your own that are equally and if not much more scathing and venomous than his own, much to the awe and shock of many.

During dinner, Reno caught murmurs of you and his Vice-Captain, “Apparently they were in the same batch of officers, equally leveled as close combatants too.”

He nudges Kafka and the latter is quick and equally shameless to prod. “What’s up with them though? Vice-Captain Hoshina’s relationship with Vice-Captain L/n seems worse than his relationship with Captain Narumi.” He mutters.

An officer, who Reno recognizes as one from your personal platoon, laughs. “They were close before but Vice-Cap Hoshina ran his tongue too much.”

Reno and Kafka spare a glance to each other as your officer smiles, “Apparently, Vice-Cap Hoshina scorned my Vice-Cap by saying that he’d rather be eaten by a kaiju than kiss her while they were batch officers.”

Their jaws drop at the information revealed because it’s utterly baffling. The surprise is palpable on Kafka’s face much to the chagrin of your officer.

“Exactly, right? Vice-Cap L/n’s such a total babe too.” Fellow officers agree, some commenting on how sweet and hard-working you are too.

“If I were Vice-Captain Hoshina, I would’ve bagged Vice-Captain L/n quick.” Kafka mutters, downing his cup of water as fellow officers quip in on how they’d do the same-

A sudden chill surrounds the table as Soshiro's voice enters their ears, “Who’s baggin’ who now?” He asks with a smile on his face that is anything but friendly.

Kafka chokes on his water as he averts his gaze from his own Vice-Captain’s and many officers at the table bear witness to the uncharacteristic irritation lighting up Hoshina Soshiro’s wine-red eyes.

Soshiro’s eyes trail across the room before they land on your form as you laugh at Narumi Gen’s disgruntled form, teasing him relentlessly with that stupidly beautiful smile of yours that haunts his dreams.

He watches unamused as Narumi wraps his arm around your neck before giving you a noogie.

Soshiro’s jaw ticks, a predatory sense of possessiveness flaring up within him as he sees you and Narumi too close for his liking.

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

Soshiro sighs, unconsciously flicking through the civilian evacuation protocols he found sitting atop his desk already signed and reviewed by you. A challenging grin tugged at his lips when he saw that your captain had yet to sign off on such papers.

So, here he is now, standing outside of Narumi’s temporary office at Tachikawa base ready to swipe the door open when his keen ears pick up on a breathy groan of Narumi’s first name.

His body freezes when the realization dawns on him, a feminine voice, so sweet and sultry and so fucking you.

Before he can even process what he’s doing, he’s throwing the door wide open before Soshiros’s startled currant-red eyes land on you and Narumi’s forms.

Your captain is hunched over his desk as you repeatedly slap some documents on his head. “Gen.” You mutter again, your groan tapering off breathily that has Soshiro’s core tightening.

Narumi stays silent, grumbling before you smack his head again, a bit harder this time. “Gen, please!” You huff and Hoshina can hear the slight whine in your tone, shooting pure heat into his veins.

Fuck.

Soshiro has a bad, bad feeling that if you were to use the word ‘please,’ he knows he would give you whatever you desired.

Suddenly, Soshiro’s eyes seem to focus and his breathing nearly stops when he takes you in, clad in nothing but so baggy sweats that traitorously hangs loosely off your hips and a skin-tight tank top that hugs your figure so fucking well.

He swallows thickly, at a loss of words before that same infuriating and heated feeling in his gut ignites once more when he originally saw the close proximity between you and your Captain at dinner.

Because fuck, in all of the years he’s known you, all he’s seen you are either the combat suit or the formal attire of the JAKDF but Narumi on the other hand, he gets to see you like this, homely and showing skin that only Soshiro can ever dream of fucking seeing.

The realization has him seething silently, his jaw clenching tightly. He knows. He knows that he has it down bad for you.

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

Narumi grumbles, looking up at you to retort back but the scathing glare you send his way has him pausing before he’s hastily snagging the papers out of your hands.

“They should be approved tomorrow, Gen. I’ll even double check these myself and if I don’t see your appro-”

“I got it, I got it!” Your Captain whines, a pout tugging at his lips as his eyes lazily drift from you to the documents-

Suddenly, Narumi’s rosewood eyes meet the man’s standing in the doorway and he doesn’t bother to hide his ire. Your eyes drift to Soshiro’s form and he can’t help but have the selfish urge in him of wanting your gaze to stay focused on him solely.

“Hoshina, what do you want?” Narumi snaps before his eyes trail back down to the document he’s reading.

Your Vice-Captain. Soshiro finds himself thinking as his eyes stay trained on yours.

Narumi’s annoyance becomes all the more pronounced and before he can retort with another snarky comment, you shove his face away causing your Captain to squawk indignantly.

“Vice-Captain Hoshina,” You nod towards that man, you features cooling into a calm mien. “What can I do for you?”

He steps up to the desk before dropping the documents in front of Narumi who grimaces at the increased amount of paperwork he has to review.

 “Reviewed and signed them for you, sweetheart.” Soshiro carefully studies your face for any signs of you losing your composure yet he’s mildly disappointed to see that your eyes are only but unamused.

You look at him for a second longer before bending down to Narumi’s level, whispering something in his ear to which he nods and Soshiro feels his fists clench so tightly he knows the skin above his knuckles have turned white.

Before he knows it, you’re brushing past him and like the lovesick fool he is, he follows obediently, ignoring Narumi’s annoyed yet confused hollers.

Soshiro falls into step with you and you don’t bother to acknowledge him, “Yer always with your Captain.” He mutters off–handedly, an underlying sharpness accompanying his words.

You arch a brow yet you refuse to look at him. “He’s my Captain.” Your response is a wry murmur.

Soshiro grins. “Coulda been my Captain if I hadn’t declined.” His grin turns devious as he sees the slight pause in your step. “Guess he had to settle for second best, huh?”

He feels victorious when your eyes finally meet his and despite how they flare with the heat of your temperament, all Soshiro could feel is glee and excitement with finally rousing such a palpable reaction from you.

“Seems like you still have the bad habit of running your mouth, Hoshi.” You spit his name with such venom it has Soshiro’s heart beating faster in anticipation. 

Soshiro laughs, bending to your level. “Let’s settle this, yeah?” He murmurs breathily and from the slight surprise lining your eyes, he knows his eyes are blown out with obvious want and need.

Unexpectedly, you smile sweetly, a saccharine smile that takes Hoshina off guard before you’re moving closer, your nose nuzzling against his as your lips nearly touch his.

Fucking tease.

“Yeah, Hoshi.” You hum softly, forcing Soshiro to swallow thickly, his composure starting to slip before you’re pulling away.

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

Soon, you both find yourselves in an empty training room, closing the door behind you as Soshiro sheds his jacket to reveal the black compression shirt that hugs each dip and groove of his chiseled torso.

Tension fills the air but you pay it no mind as after thoroughly stretching your limbs, you walk to the sword rack.

Your hand wraps around the handle of a wooden sword, feeling its weight before locking gazes with Soshiro, a smile on your lips but your eyes were another story, deep, alluring, and absolutely irritated

“Is it that you hate me or is it that you hate the fact that you want me?” You hum lowly, the sound of your voice sending shivers down Hoshina’s spine.

He swallows thickly, wine-red eyes involuntarily rolling down your body as he hungrily takes in the skin of your navel, shoulders, and every bit of exposed skin that he is deprived of.

Against his will, Soshiro’s eyes do a double-take and realization dawns on him. Shit, you’re braless?

Your smile turns into a wicked grin, “You want me bad, huh Hoshi?”

Fuck.

Hoshina Soshiro wasn’t sure if you’ve fallen into his trap or he yours.

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

He wasn’t given any time to answer you, seeing as you came in hot, swinging your mock blade with a fierce swiftness that gets him going, feeling the high of being the sole recipient of your undivided attention.

Your blade locks with his, straining against Soshiro’s strength before you're jumping back to create space between you, your intense eyes never leaving his and before you know it, Soshiro is barreling towards you.

A yelp tumbles from your lips as he utilizes his weight and the inertia of his dash to overpower you. A certain text tone rings through the room and you’re distracted by it enough to falter slightly.

Hoshina doesn’t forgive you for your blunder and forcefully wretches your blade from your hand, allowing it to clatter to the ground and away from your grasp

Quickly, he tugs at your dominant hand before twisting it behind you enough to make it ache.

Before you know it, you’re being pushed chest down onto the ground, your knees thudding against the mats harshly.

Soshiro grins down at you as you glare up at him, “Distracted, sweetheart?” He taunts as he feels you go lax.

You smile sweetly, “We aren’t kids anymore, Hoshi.” Your honeyed words are nothing but a coy warning.

One that he doesn’t get.

You kick your leg to swipe at Soshiro’s feet and it corrects your form so you’re lying perfectly beneath him. It takes him by surprise, a second too long which allows you to take the golden opportunity.

The world blurs in his eyes before Soshiro finds himself hunched over you, your legs wrapped around his waist tightly-

And shit, the only thing Soshiro can focus on is the feeling of your body pressed tightly against his.

Your heated eyes are on his and Soshiro finds himself unable to move, utterly captivated with how your hand trails down his back, tracing his spine lightly enough to force him to shudder above you.

Suddenly, he feels the cool edge of one of his katana’s barely kissing the skin of his neck.

A smile tugs at your lips, cunning and so fuckin’ seductive that it has Soshiro at a loss for words.

“Distracted, Hoshi?” You murmur lowly—taunting him—throwing his words back at him and he has to suppress  the urge to groan at how sultry your voice sounds.

A beat passes, maybe two before Soshiro is able to formulate any words. “That text tone, who is it for?” He asks hoarsely, scarlet eyes boring into your own.

Your eyes twinkle mischievously, answering his question in a faux show of submission, “Gen. It’s Gen who texted.” You beam, a smile on your face.

Soshiro smiles tightly. “Is your Captain all you talk about?” He simpers hauntily but the annoyance and irritation in his eyes are clear—too palpable for the usually reserved Hoshina Soshiro.

“Jealous much?” You taunt.

He’s silent and you’re ready to tap out and forget this whole ordeal before Soshiro is saying something that causes your breath to hitch.

“I want you.” His words have you pausing momentarily, enough time to allow Soshiro to overpower you once more.

“I want your sleepy, confused looks when you wake up, and that smile that would follow. I want to be the warmth that fills the space in your bed,” Soshiro mutters, his voice holding a certain type of underlying heat.

Like the calculating man he is, Soshiro’s hands force themselves into intertwining with yours before pinning them down, his body warmth mingling with yours as you’re helplessly pinned beneath him. He leans down close, lips brushing against yours. 

“I don’t want to fucking share you.” Soshiro confesses reverently like the sinner he is.

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

Heat bolts down Soshiro’s body when you lean up further, yours lips almost locking with his and his surprise is apparent in his eyes as your legs tighten around his waist

The world shifts before it resettles and Soshiro’s eyes land on you perched in his lap, your fingers digging softly into the muscle of his shoulders as he fights to sit up, using his arms to support his weight.

You revel in how raw and heavy Soshiro’s gaze has gotten, his eyes no longer looking into yours as they dazedly trail down to focus on your plump lips and you feel his body press closer, lips nearing yours.

But before he’s able to capture your lips, your hand trails across the nape of his neck, your fingertips tangling in the roots of his undercut before gently tugging, eliciting a deep groan that shoots a sweltering warmth into your bloodstream.

“Last time I remember, Hoshi,” You purr softly as your other hand faintly traces the side of his neck, feeling his pulse stutter beneath your fingertips. “You said you’d rather be eaten by a kaiju than kiss me.”

“Do you always have to do that? Pay such close attention to what people say?” He scoffs, vermillion eyes still trained on your lips.

Mischievously, your tongue peeks out before casually running over your bottom lip, and you revel in how Soshiro’s jaw ticks in impatience.

You shake your head gently before smiling teasingly, forcing his dazed eyes to meet yours as you tug at his roots once more, his low and breathy groan echoing through your ears. “Only what you say, Hoshi.”

“Fuck.” His eyes harden and you’re delighted to see clear annoyance simmering in his deep, wine-red eyes.

You’re absolutely fucking pleased to see how much you truly affect him despite that joke of a facade he puts up with you in front of others—thrilled to see how much you can drag him into a state of such want and need that’s a complete opposite from his usual patient and composed self.

Soshiro swallows thickly as he stares up at you impatiently before you’re allowing your lips to curl into a coy smile. His eyes narrow before his hands slither from your legs to your hips, squeezing firmly—a warning.

Your smile widens, never one to mind any risks or repercussions, you move closer, hips grinding against his and you feel how sinfully hard Soshiro is. His eyes are blown out as they are dazed, seemingly utterly drunk on the feeling of you.

You laugh as you tighten your grip in Soshiro’s roots, a deep, throaty groan tumbling from his lips. “I have all the power huh, Hoshi? Being able to sway the Third Division’s Vice-Captain with a mere smile and how you pathetically bend to me and my whims.”

He eyes narrow into a sharp glare, his poisonous tongue ready to spit back something venomous at you but you cup his face, your lips dangerously close to his that it has him fucking floundering, his mind blanking with nothing but you in it.

Soshiros hands—shameless as they are talented—have begun to wander, slipping below the band of your sweats before cupping your ass, taking a handful before squeezing harshly and angling your hips just right so that it forces a faint moan to tumble from your lips.

Stars, you sound so fuckin’ sexy but, your eyes, fuck—

Your dangerously sultry eyes stay locked on his, absolute pools of lust that Soshiro would willingly drown himself in. “You so pretty, Hoshi, so pretty I could cry.” You whisper like temptation and he knows, fuck, he knows that he’s fallen into your alluring trap.

Your lips curl into that devious smile that he absolutely loves, all teasing yet so fucking beautiful. “‘N you’re all mine, mine, huh Hoshi?”

Fuck.

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

“Yeah,” Soshiro rasps as one of his hands curls around the nape of your neck, fingers tangling in your roots harshly. “‘M all yours baby.”

Your eyes widen before Soshiro is quickly pulling your lips against his in a searing kiss that has the heat in your stomach coiling tighter as you melt against his hard chest, his hand squeezing your hip possessively as he grinds you deliciously over his aching hard-on.

Barely pulling away for air, Soshiro drags you back as you mutter a weak ‘fuck’ against his hungry lips, his hand trailing back into your sweats before he kneads your ass like the touch-starved man he his, reveling in your restrained whimpers.

Soshiro’s tongue licks the seam of your lips before pushing his way in, savoring how your taste as he shudders from the deep and slow grind of your hips against his crotch and how your nails ruthlessly rake down the muscles of his back and fuck, it hurts so good.

Cruelly, you pull away, panting against his lips as he chases yours but you’re completely breathless when you take him in, swollen and kiss-bitten lips parted in soft huffs as his drunk dazed eyes stare up at you so fucking reverently and hungrily, it has you fluttering.

Soshiro’s usually focused crimson eyes are an absolute sight for sore eyes with how blown out they are with a blatant need and wanton desire, hunger and impatience mingling in a sinful pool of a deep, dark red hue.

And it’s all for you.

But before he can crash lips against yours once more, the kaiju alarm blares through the training room.

Soshiro groans, burying his face into the crook of your neck as you huff a laugh, one that tapers off into a breathy moan when his teeth bites down on the supple skin of your neck, insistent on leaving marks—his marks.

You cup his face, titling his chin up so his eyes meet yours. A sweet smile graces your face when you see a glimmer of something softer beneath the carnal want churning in Soshiro’s gaze.

Pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his lips, Soshiro feels his heart soften but the long simmering desire he has for you has him wanting more of you, fuck, he needs more.

But before he’s able to pull you in to satiate his greed and hunger, you’re quickly moving off his lap, your legs carrying you to the door in wide strides as he just stares in awe at how your hips sway, your sweats loose enough to allow him a peek of that white lace hugging your skin—shit.

Absolute fuckin’ tease.

You send him a soft, honeyed grin that has the heat in his stomach curling tighter as he suppresses a groan. “See you on the field, Soshiro.” You hum alluringly before you’re out the door.

Fuck, you’re gonna be the death of him.

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

⠀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 . ⋮ eyes don't lie .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

ʚ botw! link x hyrulean princess, fem! reader ɞ

synopsis: in a sea of people bearing facades, his blue eyes oh so honest enraptures your heart unbeknownst to even yourself.

genres: fluff, romance.

content warnings: implications of mistreatment and a power imbalance, snapping due to frustrations, really messy but pining idiots who've yet to realize that they're pining for each other, longing disguised as helpfulness.

reader specifications: reader was detailed to have rosy cheeks and wears heels.

word count: 2.39k words.

―originally posted on @mydarling-iv, dec. 31, 2023

‎‧₊ ─ masterlist .ᐟ ༘

The sun warms the skin of your rosy cheeks as it pours from the canopy of leaves overhead. The woods smell of fresh earth as it had just rained prior, allowing the cool air to kiss your nose sweetly.

You've forgone your constraining heels, deciding to go bare foot as you race through the forest, hoping to find a rare herb whose blooming window now only opened.

If you miss such an opportunity, the herb won't bloom until a couple moons later. Such a thought causes you to huff as you continue running, hoping to out run your knight who seems keen on following you.

Besides your soft pants, you hear your assigned knights heavy footfalls. Odd, you think as his foot steps are always so light.

Breaking from the tree line, the morning sun paints you in a golden glow that warms you up, chasing away the chill that was starting to settle in your limbs. You hear the footfalls come closer and you start your sprint once more, being careful with running on a fallen log that acted as a bridge over a small ravine.

"Your highness!" A voice calls out, the familiarity of his voice causes a slight upturn of the corners of your lips.

You're halfway on the large log before you meet sky blue eyes that remind of you clear, cloudless skies that you oh so adore. His cheeks are slightly flushed, his hair windswept from the run from the castle to the forest you've forced him to endure, and yet, his eyes remain kind.

"Ser Link," You hum thoughtfully, borderline coy. "Kind of you to finally join me."

You see Link's nose scrunch slightly, such a small twitch would've gone unnoticed if you haven't been paying close attention as your knight never seems to break character.

Always it seems that he chooses to keep a tight lipped mouth, his face stern, his body rigid as to alway be prepared, and yet, his eyes are such an endless pool of blue that you can read quite well—more likely are allowed to—and only with you, he seems to talk, his words always so soft and endearing.

Even if you cause trouble, like now, where he's to chase after you, or if you were to endanger yourself accidentally, it is never anger or frustration you see in his bluebell eyes, but always worry.

"It's dangerous." His words are curt, yet there's a slight furrow to his eyebrows that will go unnoticed by many. But you aren't like most people, you catch on quick when it comes to his tells and his eyes-

Stars, they're filled with an apparent worry that guilt starts tugging at your soul.

You swiftly turn, resuming your dash to the other side as a flash of lavender and your eyes widen as you see a superbloom of armoranth, a rare commodity even for the likes of the nobility and imperial family as well.

"Princess!" Link calls out worriedly but your feet is already touching the soft grass on the other side of the ravine and only after a few steps away from the log, you turn.

Your eyes widen as you see Link hurriedly crossing the makeshift bridge, his sword strapped to his back as his arms a somewhat raised to help him balance on the log as he hurried to you. His lips are pursed cutely, the furrow between his brows deepening and becoming apparent. Such a sight causes you to smile widely as a sweet laugh tumbles from your lips, being unable to hold it back.

Link's eyes widen as his head snaps quickly to your direction as he stumbles off the log slightly and onto solid ground. You're kind enough to quickly grab ahold of his hand to keep him steady and even kinder to reduce your cackles to soft giggles.

"You must be careful now, Ser Link, I don't want you tripping again." You tease softly as you give him a sweet smile and your knight looks gobsmacked at the sight.

You cough slightly, snapping Link out of his daze before he drops to one knee, keeping your hand in his in a firm yet soft grip that allows you to pull away if you so desire to. He's quiet as his eyes become somewhat sad and you feel bad for teasing him and keeping such a nonchalant facade with him.

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ

Palace politics and the nobility were unkind, you and Zelda having not been spared from it as the sole heirs to Hyrule. Having been assigned knights against both of your wishes, Zelda was rightfully angered, feeling more constrained by your father's decision.

In a fit of anger, she had urged you to rebel against your knight as you also shouldn't be controlled even more. You sighed, silently promising yourself that you'd be polite to your knight while trying to maintain a facade of indifference to your knight in hopes of quelling your sisters unhappiness.

It was only when Zelda's showcase of her displeasure and unfair treatment directed towards her knight became so blatant that you are reminded to maintain your promise to yourself to treat your own knight with grace.

You recall of the times Link had saved you from your own stupidity so selflessly and without regards to his own safety and it pushes you to soften your cold facade with your knight as he too is only fulfilling his purpose, a royal guard bound by the king's order whose words is absolute.

After arguing with your father about the medical treatment regarding those affected by a sudden winter blight, or therefore lack of, you stormed out of the throne room in anger.

You then callously snapped at Link for no reason as he simply followed you as he usually does to your quarters. In the heat of your frustration, you became blind to his sky blue eyes faltering, hurt flashing through them briefly.

Later that night, going against your father's orders and not informing Link, you sneak out of your room and into the Applean forest. The said forest is a great deal of distance away from the castle but you had caught wind of a great deal of herbs growing there that would effectively help combat the effects of the blight.

Bundling them a handful in a small cloth, you scolded yourself for your harsh words to your knight and promised to make a healing balm composed of the herbs to give to Link as an apology, and to hopefully turn a new leaf as well.

But as you are starting to make your way out of the forest, a loud squeamish squeal rips through the air and your blood chills. From the corner of your eye, you see the red skin of a bokoblin wielding a wooden club.

Chastising yourself for not bringing Link with you, you break into a sprint, the beast giving chase. Breaking out of the the tree line, your heart pounds against your chest but as you gain a decent distance between you and the bokoblin, a chilling sound of a guardian focusing its laser causes your heart to drop.

You look up swiftly, seeing the reddish glow of a guardian going on the offense due to detecting an enemy. A malfunctioning one, Zelda had mentioned some defects. You cursed, biting your bottom lip anxiously as the bokoblin closes in on you and the guardian prepares to fire its beam.

You berate yourself for your unkindness towards Link in your last moments with him and you are forced to come to terms with your untimely death.

Time seems to slow and just as you see the laser make its away to you, a firm yet gentle arm wraps around your waist as your back lands against something solid and warm. The smell of sweet spearmint and earthy pine fills your nose and your body slackens in relief as you recognize this scent—his scent.

"Link." You murmur softly as you turn your head, bearing witness to his skills that rivals none in the kingdom.

He quickly brings the Hylian shield you had gifted to him during his knighthood ceremony and quickly parries the guardian beam causing the large tank of ancient tech to combust immediately before Link tears his arm away from you, choosing to draw his sword and making a quick work of the bokoblin.

Time between you and Link seems to stand still as you stare at his back. Guilt consumes your heart, you worried him horribly this time. Stars, if anything had happened to you, they would've punished Link and ultimately put his head on a pike.

You open your mouth to profusely apologize but Link is quick to bend the knee in front of you, his eyes never leaving yours and you feel horrible when you bear witness to the clear stress and worry swimming in his eyes.

Link gently grasps your hand, squeezing softly that doesn't hurt you in anyway that seems to reassure himself that you're safe and real. "I-.. I know you despise me for restricting your freedom, but please- please, next time if you wish to go out, please take me with you so I am to safeguard you from harm." He looks away, lips pursed softly as his eyes become sullen.

By some instinct—an urge—you cup his face, softly easing him to look at you in the eye once more. You're to speak yet the earnest look in his eyes forces any words to die on your tongue and you're taken off guard with how kind and true your knight is.

"Ser Link, I'm sorry for making you feel as if I despise you. In truth, I don't hate you at all, yet despite that, my actions showed you otherwise, and for that, I apologize. I apologize for snapping at you earlier, and I'm extremely sorry for worrying you with my stupid stunt tonight."

His eyes widen softly, the stars gleam from overhead making them twinkle and the sight seizes your breath. "I'm sorry, Ser Link, for everything." You murmur softly, bowing slightly.

A gentle squeeze to your hand encased in his brings your attention back to him. Your eyes widen from the sight in front of you, your heart stuttering and breath hitching ever so slightly as you see a small smile grace Link's face. He then leans further to place a soft kiss to the back of your balm, his honest eyes never straying from yours.

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ

Guilt ebbs away at your psyche once more as you recall that you've never apologized for your constant indifference towards him and have actually kept it up.

A grimace itches at your face, "I'm sorry, Ser Link, for the incessant teasing." You sigh meekly, your thumb mindlessly rubbing back and forth on Link's gloved hand.

His eyes widen slightly and you hate yourself even more at the implications—stars, of course he doesn't expect a sincere apology from you as you've gone up and ditched him the second time since the guardian incident!

His reaction bothers you more knowing that the reason why you've began to avoid your knight was because of the constant skips your heart would make whenever you and Ser Link interacted.

Stars, he is your knight and you a princess, never mind your reputation, you'd only sully his and make him a court fool in front of the nobility if you're to pursue him-

You lose yourself to the brewing storm in your mind and ever the observant knight he is, Link notices how your eyes become sullen. He gently squeezes your hand, a move you've become familiar with, and it works as your attention moves back to him.

"Princess, I've no need to forgive you for something that doesn't upset me. I- I'm just glad that you've begun to talk to me comfortably." He murmurs softly and you will your heart to not skip a beat because stars-

His eyes are so blue—an endless sea of honesty and softness that you've come to realize that he's granted only you the privilege of seeing—and the sight has your heart pounding.

A small smile tugs on your lips, "It is one of the many things I can do to make up for how cold and indifferent I've acted towards you, Ser Link." You purse your lips, looking away and Link sees how truly sorry your are in your eyes.

He squeezes your hand once more to get your attention on him once more and the pained smile on your face tugs at his heart strings. "I've constantly taken advantage for your unwavering loyalty, Ser Link. I'm-"

Stars, it truly is upsetting. He is only doing what he is ordered to by your father and you punish him nonetheless? How unkind and unjust for you to treat him like that-

How cruel can you be to someone so innocent in royal affairs? The thought is chilling and it overwhelms your control over your emotions.

A choked gasp leaves your lips as he sees your eyes glaze over with unshed tears. Link is quick to rise, his body moving closer as he patiently waits for your signal.

You catch on and nod despite being unaware of his intentions. Yet from the honest look in his eyes, you realize that you trust the man in front of you wholeheartedly. "I'm sorry for every wrongdoing I've committed against you." You mutter, looking away from him in shame.

Link's hands gently cups your face, and like on the night of the guardian incident, he mimics what you had done and makes you look at him in such a gentle manner that intensifies the ache in your chest.

Your lips are pursed, eyebrows furrowed in guilt, and Link smiles softly to ease your worries. You melt, cheek leaning into his hand as he gently caresses your cheek with the soothing motions of his thumb.

Beautiful. Absolute stunning. Link finds the thought at the forefront of his mind as he looks at you.

"It's okay, princess. Just promise me that you'll allow me to stay by your side." Link murmurs, eyes looking into yours with such a softness that could make you melt even further.

You bring up your hands to cup his as the sweetest smile gracing your face sends his heart racing. "I promise, Link."

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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. | set pre-calamity.

content warnings: slight spoilers (slight canon divergence)

reader specifications: reader is detailed to be wearing a body hugging silk dress (i had vivienne westwood's 'grace' dress in mind while writing that specific scene!). no pronouns were used but was written with a female reader in mind.

word count: 2.66k words.

―originally posted on @mydarling-iv, sep. 6, 2023

‎‧₊ part i ─ masterlist .ᐟ ༘

Two weeks, two cursed weeks that you lover was away in Gerudo, wasting the time away with the princess beside him and only when he does get home—to you—he is ripped away once more.

“A ball?” You inquire softly, having no energy of meeting Link’s eyes, exhaustion apparent with the ache embedded deeply in your bones.

“Come with me?” He blinks softly, his sky blue eyes reminding you of the times where he and you would nap beneath the shade a tree has to offer under a stunning cloudless sky.

Link sees your eyebrows furrow, “Are you sure? You wish to bring a common woman who’s a simple painter to a ball?”

A stab of hurt spreads throughout his chest and before he can answer your question, you speak. “With your achievements, Princess Zelda is more of a favorable person you should escort. 'Lest we want to sully your prestige, my love.” Your words drip with false indifference, hoping your lover will not notice.

He’s no fool, he sees the flurry of emotions pooling into your eyes and Link’s heart cracks. He’s endured war, massacring monsters and Hylians alike—stars, he even tolerates the unreasonable orders spewed from the king’s mouth and the princess’s unpleasant gaze and fleeting touches—just so he is worthy enough of you.

“No.” Link’s resolve strengthens itself as your eyes momentarily flicker to his, surprise oh so evident. “What kind of coward am I to settle for another when my heart belongs to you?” His words are firm, reassuring and you find your guard lowering.

You then melt against his sturdy body when he embraces you, and suddenly, you unfold like a love letter read in the dark, a secret that only moon and stars would know. “Promise?” Link allows his walls to drop momentarily for you.

“Promise,” His words are a whisper, pressed gently to the corner of your lip as Link looks into your eyes deeply. “I chose you and I’l choose you over and over. Without pause, without a doubt, in a heartbeat. I’ll keep choosing you.”

Tear well in your eyes before they roll down your cheeks. Your hand cups Link’s face and you see his eyes soften before you’re enveloping him with your arms as he too, reciprocates the hug by holding onto you even tighter.

“I love you.” His promise is burned into your skin with his lips, yet why does your heartache never seem cease?

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

Looking into the mirror, you see how the silk hugs your body and how the corset’s asymmetrical look enhances your shoulder and clavicle. The layered pearl necklace shines with a milky iridescence that creates a dreamy look.

But as you continue to stare at your in the mirror, you’re caught off guard by the woman who greets you. She held no twinkle in her eyes, they were dim and almost lifeless.

A knocks rasps you out of you reverie and you’re welcomed by the rare sight of Link’s smile and his eyes crinkling sweetly.

You smile softly, feeling a phantom ache in your heart as you take his hand, your mind drifting back to the tired woman in the mirror and before you know it, you’re off to the banquet hand in hand with the man you love.

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

You don’t know how to feel when the music starts and a hushed silence falls over the crowd of nobles and royals alike. You see Princess Zelda in the middle, seeming to wait for someone.

Eyes clashing against blue ones, you see hesitation flash in them before Link is turning away from you and everything suddenly clicks in place.

Your lover takes her hand, placing a kiss on the back of it and you feel like you’re intruding on something intimate. It’s a cold and unsettling feeling.

It’s almost invasive as you continue to watch the Princess and Link—your lover—dance perfectly, almost as if they’re puzzle pieces destined to fit.

Numbness has set in as the music reaches a crescendo, Zelda’s dress fluttering prettily as Link keeps his eyes on her. It’s odd, to be haunted by someone that is still alive. You muse, heart aching.

The music softens into the diminuendo and the claps entering your ears snap you out of your thoughts. Your eyes refocus and despite the signal of the dance ending, Princess Zelda and Link stay rooted in the middle.

Silence befalls the massive ballroom and anxiety prickles at the bottom of your stomach as you notice the look in the princess’s eyes—it's the very same look you also hold for the man standing in front of her.

“Thank you, Link. For everything you’ve done for Hyrule.. and for me. I -um,” The princess of Hyrule trails off, a pinkish hue coloring the apples of her cheeks as she gently holds your lover’s hand.

Your heart drops, an overwhelming wave of anxiety and despair washing over you as you have a horrible feeling of what is to happen next.

“I want you to be happy,” Zelda hums cheerily, a pretty smile adorning her face.

“And I would love for it to be with me.” Despair pools in your stomach, your eyes quickly fly to our lover’s face. His eyes are unreadable and he’s stiff as a board but Zelda nor the nobles crowding around them don’t seem to notice.

There’s this overwhelming ache in your chest, a severe melancholy wrapping so tightly around your heart, it snaps abruptly as your eyes continue to linger on Princess Zelda and Link.

Your eyes meet Link’s momentarily and you’re taken back to the moment where you looked in the mirror earlier, you remember the woman—you—who looked so defeated in the mirror.

Another stab of pain hits your heart and your mind clears itself of thoughts but one. I love him, but stars, I want him to stay away from me. You curse mentally as the pain intensifies, borderline burning as unshed tears sear your eyes.

A choked cry tumbles from your lips, tears blurring your vision as you abruptly turn away. You turn your back on the man you loved, taking the battered woman he’s turned you into with you.

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

Link’s blood runs cold at the Princess’s words, but despite the people surrounding him, he tears his eyes from the princess in front of him and looks to where you once stood but you’re no longer there.

Desperation tugs at his entire being, his soul aching for you as the ring hanging from his neck burns against his skin.

But alas, he forces himself to push down the urge to chase after you because if he were to leave and follow his heart—the being who his heart yearns for—the kingdom would stop at no means of having your head on a spike.

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

Stars, you were a fool.

You stayed despite his silence, despite his distance, despite how he treated you.

You stayed.

And the wounds inflicted by Link, the man that supposedly loved you, left scorched marks burned into your heart.

The wind widely flies by your face as you urge your steed faster, faster to a safe place, to home, and away from him.

A field of white baby’s breath enters your vision and your breath hitches as the dam breaks, tears freely rolling down your cheeks as you sobbed.

“I was robbed of my life. I could have been happy—I could have been alive but he took my heart and murdered it.” You screamed to the stars, the fire consuming your heart intensifying the pain you feel.

She pops into your mind, the woman before the capital, the woman before being engulfed by the fires of love Link allowed to consume her, the woman—you—before all of the forsaken heartache burnt you whole.

“Am I supposed to be grateful to have survived this?” You cried, stumbling from your horse and into the small cabin surrounded by baby’s breath, the very cabin you and Link once called home before your loves' downfall.

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

Stars, he was a fool.

A fool for leaving you alone, a fool for choosing duty-

A fool for letting you go.

A complete and utter fool.

Link feels his frustrations rise, his skin burning as he worries where you are.

You were gone, not a single trace of you in the mansion. Almost as if you had left the place untouched.

He curses under his breath, tears welling in Link’s ultramarine eyes yet none fall.

He must be strong, for the kingdom, for him, for you.

A field of white enters his view and the morning dew twinkles at the sunlight peeking from the horizon.

Link’s breath catches in his throat at the sight before him.

It’s the cabin where you both originally stayed in, shaped it into home, and allowed your love to flourish.

Home.

His heart aches and there’s a deep yearning in his chest, a yearning of wanting to go back to how things were.

He dismounts his steed and races for the door hoping to see the fire lit and you home yet he’s met with darkness and the cabin being untouched.

His heart seizes as he recalls of what you had said before and Link realizes that you missed home, you miss how everything was once before.

He too shares the sentiments but he realizes it too late, “Stars, how was I so blind?” He whispers as he travels through the cabin, making his way to the back porch.

Link opens the door as dawn breaks and his breath hitches, his heart skips a beat.

He feels like a young boy once more as he sets his cobalt blue eyes on your figure sitting in the gazebo.

The sight of you and the effect you have on him reminds him of the day you both confessed your feelings, bathed in sunlight and absolutely breath taking.

You’re painted in a golden glow, the silk against your body shining softly forcing Link’s heart to tighten.

Oh stars, he’s missed you so much, the yearning to have you in his arms growing stronger as the ring burns even more against his skin.

He’s quick to make his way towards you, his footsteps on the grass and moss covered step stones softening his already quiet steps.

Link’s heart soars as he’s eager to get to you as soon as possible and yet, it’s short lived as your tired gaze pierces his eyes. His heart sinks slightly as panic rushes through his veins as he comes to an abrupt stop in front of you.

“Link,” Your sweet voice is hoarse, tired and run dry, which forces a slight pang of hurt across his heart.

His heart suddenly drops as you speak the words with a painful finality, “I can no longer do this.”

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

You’re leaving, you’re slipping through his grasp and it destroys him. Link looks up to you, your eyes unreadable and it forces him to impulsively move. He yanks the ring attached to the necklace hooked around his neck.

He sees your eyes widen as you glimpse the golden ring in his hand, confusion evident in your eyes. But the pain is overwhelming in Link’s heart.

Link falls to his knees before you, begging for forgiveness as would a sinner pleading to the Goddess. And like the sinner he is, you recoil, denying him of his retribution and sending his heart into despair.

“This was not how I wanted you to find out, but my love, please listen to me.” He croaks in between cries, hands grasping the silk of your dress as he buries his tear stricken face into the tops of your thighs.

“You will never lose me. I will always be right here beside you. I’m all yours my love.” He whimpered, hand shakily putting the ring on your finger and the golden ring burns against your skin.

You shake you head softly, “Yet it never felt that way, Link. You whispered sweet nothings in my ear and you told me you loved me. I found myself believing your lies when it all struck me at once, I haven’t felt loved by you.”

His heart aches at the shakiness of your tone and his arms wrapped around your waist tightens even further as he buries his face further into you naval, seeking refuge while hoping to make you stay.

“You no longer love me, Link. And I you.” A chill wracks his entire body, his eyes snapping to yours quickly in disbelief.

No no no. Link internally screams. “You love me, and—“

Your eyes hardens and Link’s resolve weakens even further. Stars, what has he done? “Loved. I loved you, Link.”

His breath hitches and you close your eyes as a choke gasp leaves your former lover’s lips. His hand gently squeeze your hips, a motion you once found reassuring, now burned your skin.

“Love, you love me.” Link croaks out weakly, his body trembling against yours.

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

You stared at him, and no longer did your heart ache at the love you both held for each other, instead, your heart thumped slowly and numbly. Yet, you feel a spike of guilt as he had provided a roof over your head, food for you to eat and so much more.

As the last act of love you so generously bestow upon your former lover, you cup his face gently, his teary bluebell eyes meeting your tired ones. You don’t have the energy for feign a smile but your thumb is gentle against his cheeks, softly swiping away any stray tears of his.

You see how much love is in Link’s eyes, it’s practically overflowing, almost like an ocean capable of drowning you. Inhaling a shaky breath, you murmur, “The truth I learned here is, you had to leave because you’re you.”

“And the reason I loved you is because you’re you. And who you are is someone who leaves, Link. The Link I remember doesn’t exist here. He doesn’t exist in the courts, in our home, and in you.”

He’s speechless, his tongue feels heavy as lead as your emotions of sadness and vulnerability seep into your tone.

“But he did once exist and you left him with me. A presence to yearn for—a part of you who I so badly wished for to be beside me—who gradually became a ghost to haunt me.” Link sees a glimmer of regret in your eyes. “Despite it all, I loved him.”

You swallow thickly, a small yet feeble smile tugging at your lips weakly, and the coil of pain tied tightly around his heart tightens, leaving Link feeling weak and breathless.

“To this kingdom, to her, you’re someone who stays.” He feels fear creep in his heart, the blood in his veins turning ice cold as you gazed at him with a thousand yard stare completely devoid of the loving warmth you once held for him.

It all comes to him and shame envelopes his entire being. As he built his walls to protect himself —the Link he was once before entering the palace, the Link you once loved—he failed to realize that he also cast you out.

Even as he worked tirelessly to provide you what he convinced himself that would make you happy—prestige, wealth—he had turned a blind eye to how much he had neglected you.

In the process of wanting to make you safer—happier—Link ultimately traded your happiness for what he thought would be your happiness and as retribution, he himself brought the ruination of the love between you both.

He’s forced to come to the abrupt realization that he’s to be haunted for the rest of his life, haunted by what lived, died, and could’ve been between you and him.

The cord snaps and Link feels his heart burn, leaving marred and scorched scars embedded so deeply in his heart. Link looks to you, face a calm mien but his eyes are a dead giveaway of the despair he shamefully feels.

Link’s words are subdued and quiet almost as if he's mourning, “If I could have done it all over again, I would have loved you better. But I couldn’t have loved you anymore than I already do.”

Your eyes dimmed and Link dies inside, stars, he was supposed to protect the shine in your eyes—you—he was supposed to protect you but-

“Know that I loved you, Link, but know that it was not enough.”

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