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[mistresslrigtar]

Forbidden for @zelinkcommunity Zelink Week 2023 July 11

I mentioned this yesterday, but thank you again to fioreofthemarch who betaed this entire story. So much appreciation for the support of the Zelink Community!

Rated M - for blood, implied consensual sex - but this is a sweet chapter, my favorite and nothing M-rated within

Chapter Two - Forbidden

Five years ago:

Hylia’s silvery white loftwing, Keehar, greets her as she appears above the cloud cover that separates the celestial kingdom from the surface below. Swooping low, he soars beneath her, wings outspread. She settles on his back, tucking her knees in the hollow spot where his wings meet his powerful shoulders. One hand holds the precious crown of flowers that adorns her head, while the other wraps around Keehar’s neck. Burying her face in his feathers, Hylia weeps. She has observed the Earth revolve around the sun, seen civilizations rise and fall, and species thrive only to become extinct. But she has never been moved to tears in all those instances until today. Sentiment has no place in the heart of a goddess. It is folly.

Hylia presses her fingertips to her cheeks, where tears linger still. The foreign feel of moisture leaking from the corners of her eyes is unsettling. Her thoughts whirl as her loftwing carries her toward the celestial palace. He gracefully lands on the balcony of her chambers, and she slides from his back. Keehar quietly squawks in her ear, brushing his long bill against her shoulder.

Moving to the gilded vanity opposite the large canopy bed in the center of her room, Hylia observes her visage in the mirror. Reaching up, she touches the crown of flowers on her head, and visions of the nimble fingers that wove them into their intricate pattern flash before her eyes. Fingers that belong to the most beautiful mortal boy she has ever seen in the entirety of her existence. Closing her eyes, she replays their blissful afternoon together until her impulsiveness ruins it….

[Crouching in the brush of the forest, Link grips his bow firmly in his right hand, nocks an arrow, and pulls back the string. The back of his hand and knuckles brush his smooth cheek as he steadies his aim, keeping his eyes on the deer grazing in the clearing before him. Biting his bottom lip as he concentrates, he waits for the perfect moment to let the arrow fly home. He wants to take the deer with one shot and give it a quick and, hopefully, painless death. The buck noses the ground, and Link has a clear view of the space between its eyes. 

“Why do you hold the arrow in such a manner?” Hylia’s dulcet voice startles him, and he jerks just as he releases the arrow, missing his mark. Spooked by the projectile whooshing past his antlers, the buck raises its head and bolts out of the clearing.

Link sighs, lowering his head and allowing his long, thick hair to fall into his eyes. He takes a deep breath, trying to compose himself. The buck would have given his family enough food to last a fortnight. After another slow breath, he tosses his hair out of his eyes to look sideways at Hylia. She stares back at him with impossibly bright eyes, waiting for his answer. They have known each other for a few years now, but it never ceases to amaze Link that she can be an all-knowing celestial being and yet be so obtuse at times.

Sitting back on his haunches, Link rests the bow between his knees. Hylia mimics his action, dangling her golden alder bow before her, keeping her gaze fixed on Link as he speaks. “I hold the arrow that way because it allows better control and aim, so it flies true.”

She nods in understanding. “The sound of my voice startled you like your arrow startled the deer. I caused your aim not to be true.”

“Yes, but it is all right. There will be other deer.” It is impossible to stay disappointed or angry with her for longer than a moment. Her curiosity is boundless, and Link is grateful she still chooses to learn from him. “Hunting is different from fishing. Both require patience and focus, but hunting also relies upon stealth.” 

She cocks her head, looking at him quizzically, biting her lower lip like always when pondering something she doesn’t quite understand. “Quiet, careful,” he clarifies.

“Ah, yes.” She places a delicate finger on her lips, her eyes seeking his approval. Link smiles back and nods. “I can call the deer back. You can try again!” She raises her hand to summon her power, and Link reaches out to stop her.

“No. That isn’t necessary.” He stands and offers her his hand, and she takes it, rising gracefully beside him. “I can teach you something else. We will track it.”

He follows the trail the buck left when it bolted. Along the way, he points out trampled brush and broken tree limbs that mark the deer's course through the forest. Hylia remains silent, vigilant behind him. For today’s adventure, she has donned garb similar to Link’s - soft, buckskin boots and a modest white linen one-shoulder tunic that falls just past mid-thigh and highlights her toned shoulders, arms, and legs, nearly to a distraction. He is glad she trails behind him and happy to have the focus of the much-needed hunt to keep him from dwelling on Hylia’s beauty.

The trail runs cold when they reach a babbling brook, and Link breaks for lunch. The deer is on the other side, and they can cross after being fortified. Sunlight through the dense tree canopy dapples the ground, and Hylia wanders along the bank, picking wildflowers while Link pulls a few bundles from his pack. Unwrapping them reveals bread, jerky, and an assortment of roasted mushrooms. 

He looks over the meager lunch he has to offer Hylia and wonders what she thinks of his simple life. She has regaled him with fantastical stories of her palace in the heavens. Floating islands connected by bridges, or if there isn’t a bridge, the goddesses use large, wild birds called loftwings to soar through the sky. Hylia’s winged emblem, carved on her statues in the temples on the surface, represents the fantastic creatures Link can only imagine. 

The second time she met him, she gifted him an exquisite crimson pendant that depicts one of the birds in flight. He strung it on a leather lanyard long enough for the bird to rest near his heart. She told him he could use the charm to call upon her if he needed her. He has yet to take advantage of that offer, afraid to overstep his bounds. The only time he almost called to her was after monster hordes attacked a nearby village, and many men, including Link’s father, were called to arms. It is now up to Link to provide for his mother and sister while his father is away, but Link worries that his time is coming soon. He is still too young, but only just. 

Hylia rarely speaks of her sisters or the holy war being waged, but if the battles being fought on the surface are any indication, it is not going well. He does not want to bother her with his trivial mortal concerns.

Tapping on his forehead draws him back to the moment. Hylia is kneeling before him, her nose inches from his own. Pulling back her hand, she stares into his eyes, her brow furrowed, the wildflowers in her other hand forgotten.

“Are you reading my mind, Hylia?” Link holds her gaze, no longer fearful or shy, and thankful he is comfortable with her now and the early blushing days are past them.

“You asked me not to long ago.” Hylia pulls back to study his face thoroughly. “Your mind is far away today.”

Link shrugs, helping himself to a piece of jerky and mushrooms. “Just thinking. I’m sorry.” Hylia likes to try new foods, and, hoping to change the subject, he pushes the bread toward her. “My mother made this sunny wheat bread fresh this morning.”

Hylia picks up a piece of bread and takes a bite. She closes her eyes as she chews, savoring the flavors. “Mmmmm, it tastes….. warm. It makes my heart feel full.”

She is so lovely, sitting by a murmuring brook, long eyelashes feathering against her elegant cheeks, and blonde hair shimmering in the sunlight. And it is not just her beauty but her strength of spirit, insatiable curiosity, and sweet generosity that combine to make a perfect being. She truly is a goddess. Does she have any idea what she does to him? With each visit, the ache in his chest grows, and one day soon, it may be more than LInk can bear. 

Looking away, he takes a bite of jerky and chews furiously, washing it down with water from his waterskin. “That’s the sundelion effect. My mother insists it mends broken hearts.” 

Hylia finishes her bread and opens her eyes. She blinks and nibbles her bottom lip as she contemplates his explanation. “Is your heart broken?”

Sometimes it feels that way when Link looks at her, and his heart feels like it wants to burst from his chest. But that isn’t a broken heart, not really. Just an unrequited one.

“Not so much. It’s just an old wives’ tale.” Link picks up one of the flowers from Hylia's bouquet and twirls it between his fingertips. Maybe it is time to screw up his courage and tell her how he feels. What is the worst that could happen? She can say no, and never see him again. He’d get over the heartbreak eventually…. maybe. “Here’s another. Girls in my village weave flowers into crowns to signify they are ready to find true love. It is said the first boy they see is the one they are destined to marry.”

“A crown of flowers?” Hylia’s sea-green eyes light up, and she smiles at him. “I would like that. Will you show me how to make one?”

It doesn’t seem like she took the bait. Link wishes he could be as indifferent as her. He supposes that is a perk of being immortal. Regardless of the meaning to him, the vibrantly colored flowers Hylia has gathered will look beautiful in her hair, and Link cannot resist her request. Plucking a few more from her bouquet, he twines the stems with his adept fingers.

She keenly watches him, following the movement of his fingers as he adds more flowers to his wreath before she attempts to weave one of her own. Link continues to add flowers, twisting the stems so tightly none are visible, and soon he holds a completed wreath up for her inspection. 

Setting her half-finished work aside, Hylia takes the wreath from him. “It is beautiful, Link.” Her fingers brush over the soft petals before kneeling by the brook. She places the crown on her head and studies her reflection in the water. “Do I look like the girls in your village?”

Gazing at her in her simple white tunic, wearing a crown of wildflowers, she is the most beautiful girl Link has ever seen. The rarest of gems, so exquisitely cut, her radiance shines like a beacon on the darkest night. “They are no comparison to you.”

She looks over her shoulder at him, a faint blush on her cheeks, and a tender smile graces her lips. “You are the first boy I see.”

Link swallows, holding her glittering gaze, with one he feels is burning with the intensity of a thousand suns. He will do something foolish if he gazes at her for a moment longer. Like, try to kiss her. 

He tears his eyes away from hers. No. He cannot think about kissing Hylia. She is a goddess and only wishes to be his friend. She has never given him any indication that she wants anything more than what they have. It is foolish for him even to entertain the notion. He is a mortal; what could he offer her aside from trivial lessons in fishing and hunting?

She leans over, her nose inches from his, blonde hair falling about her shoulders. He feels her warm breath for a fraction of a second before her lips lightly press against his. Lips that are as soft and sweet as he imagined, causing his heart to somersault and his head to swim.

Why is she kissing him? She’s immortal, eons older than his sixteen years. But he is only a young teenager who has dreamed countless times of kissing her, which she is doing now. Link gives in to his desire and returns her kiss. He wants to touch her but reigns in the impulse, clenching his knees instead. Hylia has no such inhibition and caresses his cheek. The touch sends a shiver down Link’s spine, but trepidation drops into his belly like a stone. 

She has told him before that her sisters would never understand their friendship. It is forbidden to associate with a mortal. And a kiss? That takes their relationship to a level he is sure will reign fire down upon them if they are ever found out. Link pushes her away, gulping for air, feeling like he may hyperventilate.

Hylia pulls back, eyes downcast, lips that had just been seeking his frowning. “You do not wish to kiss me? Did I do it incorrectly?”

“No, I did…. I do. It was perfect.” Link shakes his head, cheeks still flushed from embarrassment and desire, wishing he could make his mind stop whirling. Why had he not simply enjoyed the moment? She is sincere. Hylia has always been truthful. He is not sure she is even capable of lying. “You just surprised me.”

“Oh.” Hylia considers his answer. “I thought you would like it.”

He was making a mess of things. There was little if anything, he had left to teach Hylia…. Link mentally kicks himself. He opened the door to this, talking about the girls in his village. She probably thought it was another lesson.  “I did. It’s just…. Why did you kiss me?”

“You looked sad; your thoughts betrayed your….” Hylia trails off, blinking several times, averting her eyes to stare at the ground between them. 

“So you did read my mind.” Link feels disappointment bubbling, and he swallows the lump in his throat. She still wants to learn the workings of the mortal world. But, unfortunately, he is the one she chose to be her mentor, and he is a foolish one. “Was the kiss another lesson, Hylia?”

Hylia’s brow furrows as she clasps her hands in her lap, twisting her fingers. “You are gentle and kind. Patient with me and my curiosity when my sisters are always cross. They do not understand me like you do. You allow me to question and explore this wondrous world.”

“Just a kiss, then.” Link sighs. Ultimately, he is just one of her subjects, nothing more. He should never have thought there could be anything between them. She saw kindness in him and didn’t exploit it. Not really. She is too naive for those mind games. She didn’t think what her friendship would mean to him, a lonely boy, almost a man everyone uses but never gets to know. 

He’s been naive, too. He hadn’t understood his feelings when he first met Hylia; now, it is too late. Even if it had been one-sided, he knows what it is like to kiss her. How could any girl or woman ever compare to Hylia? He can never love anyone else now.

“Your head voice is loud today, Link. It is difficult to ignore.” Hylia presses her hands together as if in prayer, searching his face, eyes beseeching for his forgiveness.

Link nods. He can’t understand what it must be like to hear the thoughts of everyone in the world, let alone try to tune the cacophony out. He has been lost in his musings today, thinking of her beauty and how much she has come to mean to him. But he doesn’t want a kiss because she has read his mind. 

“Hylia, as much as I have dreamed of kissing you…. you should not do so unless that is what you want, too.” Taking a deep breath, he looks to see her eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

“I did not mean to betray your trust in me,” Hylia whispers, placing her fingertips below her bottom lashes. Her mouth drops open in a silent ‘O’ when she draws her hands back and sees the moisture of her tears on her fingers. Running her thumbs over her glistening fingertips, her brow furrows as she blinks away her remaining tears. “I am sorry, Link. I must go.” She glances briefly at him before starting to fade.

“Hylia! Wait!” Link surges forward, reaching out to stop her, but she is gone, his hands passing through the empty space where she had been kneeling.]

Hylia does not understand or know what to do with these newfound stirrings in her chest. She only knows Link is as lovely on the inside as the outside, and the more time she spends indulging in his companionship, the foreign feeling of wanting more grows. Link’s thoughts today had danced around his desire for her to the point of distraction. She kissed him because she thought that was what he wanted. But, instead, when her lips had gently touched his, summerwing butterflies had erupted within her belly, revealing a hidden yearning so intense she had trembled. 

If her sisters see her in this state, they will interrogate her until the truth emerges. And that cannot happen. It is forbidden to intermingle with mortals. Goddesses are supposed to observe from a distance and not interfere. And while, up to this moment, Hylia has never done anything other than spend many wondrous hours enjoying Link’s friendship and learning the workings of his everyday life, after today, she cannot be sure she can return to those carefree days. 

Hylia's eyes widen as a thrilling realization takes root in her mind. This experience, exploring a budding relationship, is something new for both of them. Finally, they will be on equal footing, learning something new together instead of teaching each other. But she left him without any explanation! He must think she does not love him as he loves her, which means his heart is breaking now. She must make amends and apologize for her indecisiveness.

Hylia is preparing to leave when the evening bell tolls the hour of reflection. Her sisters expect her presence in the garden and will know something is amiss if she fails to attend. Her apology to Link will have to wait, and she can only hope his kindness endures and he offers her forgiveness when she can slip away to see him again.

How Hylia wishes she had the wisdom of Nayru to know what she should do regarding Link. Or the courage of Farore to tell him how she truly feels without trembling. And Din’s power of resolve to weather whatever the future may bring - a joyous heart filled with love or the heartache of refusal.

Removing the crown from her head, Hylia places it on the vanity and waves her hand over the flowers, preserving their perfection. With another wave of her hand, the simple tunic and boots she wore to hunt earlier with Link transfigure into a pristine white gown and sandals. Glancing at her reflection in the mirror, she smooths her long blonde hair and ensures she looks presentable. 

Rushing through the marble hallways, the soles of her sandals echo in the corridor with every step. The cavernous halls vastly differ from the peaceful wood she had spent that afternoon with Link. 

“You seem distracted, dear sister.” From her central seat in the garden, Nayru studies Hylia as she enters. 

Hylia’s heart pounds as she meets her sisters’ concerned gazes. They have already taken their places in the meditation circle. Nayru sits on a central dais, flanked by Din and Farore. Nayru’s piercing icy blue gaze seems to see right through her as Hylia takes her place opposite her.

Summoning her inner strength, Hylia takes a deep breath before speaking. She cannot reveal the reason for her disquietude. If Nayru, who set all the rules the goddesses and the earth's creatures live by, finds out Hylia has broken their cardinal rule and has sought companionship with a mortal, the consequences would be dire. Not just for herself but for Link, too.

“I apologize for my tardiness. Observing the mortal plain, my concern grows for our subjects. Monsters are infiltrating villages, forcing the men to leave their families and fight in the war.”

Hylia feels confident that her story, which bears truth, will deflect her sisters from further interrogating her to find the root cause of her distraction.

“This is not the first time our subjects have been embroiled in a holy war, nor shall it be the last, I am sure.” Nayru narrows her eyes as she leans forward. “However, you have never voiced concern before.”

Tossing her flaming vermilion hair over her shoulder, Din crosses her bare, sinewy arms as she turns to Hylia. “We are bound, as goddesses of Hyrule. Do not keep secrets from us. If there is an imbalance, it must be addressed.”

Hylia bows her head. She should have known that her sisters’ suspicions would not be so quickly allayed. Keeping her friendship with Link a secret has weighed heavily upon her conscience for years, and with this new development, she fears her sisters’ wrath. 

“I assure you, dear sisters, there is no imbalance.” Except for the one in Hylia’s heart. She is torn between her duty as a goddess and her desire to immerse herself in sharing a life with Link.

While Din and Nayru exchange glances, contemplating her answer, Hylia glances at Farore, who has remained silent. Farore offers Hylia an accepting smile, her verdant green eyes beneath a brow glistening with dew, softening. Of all her sisters, Farore is Hylia’s favorite. She created all of Hyrule's wondrous flora and fauna that Hylia has grown to love from seeing them anew through Link’s eyes. Perhaps Farore would understand and can become a confidante. Hylia gives her an appreciative nod before returning her attention to her more suspicious sisters.

Nayru leans back on her bench and folds her delicate, pale hands in her lap. “Very well. You are our sister, and we trust you will share anything that could affect the realm’s stability.” She pauses, looking around the circle. “As a reminder for all of us…. It is our duty to observe and guide but not interfere. To do so could prove catastrophic.”

“Yes, dear sister.” They murmur in response. 

“Hylia has touched upon what has been troubling me, however.” Nayru takes another moment to look at each of them before continuing. “The monsters are more organized this time. I fear Demise and his quest to obtain the Triforce is escalating.”

Hylia casts her eyes on the sacred relic that spins at the garden's center. With its power, long ago, Nayru, Din, and Farore created the heavens and the earth. It now holds the realms in perfect balance, and their job is to guard it from falling into the wrong hands. 

“Let us focus our meditation today on this troubling news and reflect upon our duty as goddesses and what that means.” Nayru bows her head, expecting the others to follow suit without instruction.

Bowing her head, Hylia forces thoughts of Link to the back of her mind and focuses on finding her inner peace again. The path she needs to take may be revealed. The reflection session stretches on, and Hylia finds solace in reciting the ancient texts, allowing her mind to drift as she utters the chants by rote. She glides in a void of swirling mist before the ground drops from beneath her feet, and she falls into an ocean of the deepest sapphire blue. Floating in its calm, warm waters, Hylia feels serenity wash over her. She does not know how long she drifts in this safe place before an invisible tug from her belly calls her back to reality.

Slowly opening her eyes, Hylia sees her sisters awakening from their own trances. Nayru rises gracefully from her seat, her brow furrowed with unmasked concern. “My reflection has revealed that Demise and his minions indeed grow stronger. We must convene and devise a plan of action to counteract the rising threat.”

Hylia nods her agreement along with Din and Farore, as the persistent pull has not lessened. Link calls her from the loftwing pendant she gave him long ago. He has never used it until this moment. She wonders how soon she can slip away when she feels a gentle touch upon her arm.

“Walk with me, sister?” Farore asks, a tender smile playing on her lips as she slides her arm through Hylia’s and guides her away from Nayru and Din. The other two goddesses seem not to notice as they begin discussing their next step to ensure victory against the demons.

“Your meditation does not appear to have borne fruit,” Farore observes once they walk down a secluded path and can no longer hear their sisters’ voices. Hylia bites her bottom lip as she contemplates Farore’s statement, and the gesture elicits laughter from Farore. Her smile widens when Hylia’s brow furrows. “My dear Hylia. Did you know you always bite your lip when thinking over a problem? It is a very human trait of yours.”

“But we are not mortal.” Hylia looks over at her sister. Does Farore sense her secret? Nayru is the most perceptive of the four, but Farore is more in tune with the spirits and nature. Perhaps her meditation has led her to suspect Hylia has not been entirely truthful.

Farore reaches over and strokes Hylia’s hair gently. “Indeed, we are not, but we have all noted you have been spending more time outside our celestial home. Is there something you would like to divulge away from our more judgemental sisters?”

Hylia begins to bite her lip again but refrains and instead clasps her hands together. She twists her fingers until Farore places her hand over Hylia’s to still them. “I am afraid. I have done something we were taught never to do.”

“I know you have indulged in the beauty of the world we created.” Farore guides them to a balcony and gazes at the dusk light. “Din is especially proud of the sun.” She laughs softly before looking over at Hylia. “But that can be seen from here. What draws you down to the earth time and time again?”

Hylia takes a deep breath through her nose, carefully avoiding Farore’s gaze to study how the setting sun makes the sky look like the inside of a conch shell. The pastel pinks and yellows bleed into the fiery red and orange that burst from the golden orb settling below the horizon. Din has every reason to be proud. 

“Many moons ago, I met a mortal boy. I know it is forbidden to mingle with mortals, but I was drawn to him.” Once she begins to confess, Hylia’s heart feels lighter, and her shoulders relax. “I left him today when we had a misunderstanding, and he calls to me. I must return and make things right between us.”

Farore raises an eyebrow, squeezing Hylia’s hand tightly. “You must do what you think is best.” Farore counsels, tilting her head to look Hylia directly in the eyes. “But are you prepared for the consequences of consorting with a mortal? Their lives are fragile and fleeting, over in the blink of an eye or the snap of one’s fingers.”

And this, more than likely, is why Nayru forbade it. But the thought of never seeing Link again is far more unthinkable than the idea that their time together may be brief. All the more reason to live in the moments they are being given now.

“I am aware of the brevity of mortal life, but Link has opened my eyes to a world I thought I had known but did not. He makes me feel.”

“Ah. Indeed.” Farore reaches over and rubs a thumb over Hylia’s cheeks. “There is a glow about you I have not seen before.”

Releasing a small sigh, Farore steps back, contemplating Hylia with a look of understanding and concern. When she finally speaks again, her voice is low and gentle. “Then you must go to him. But remember, your duty to the Triforce remains and cannot be ignored. Balancing the two may prove challenging.”

Hylia crosses her hands over her breast, her eyes glowing as she smiles at her favorite sister. “Thank you for your understanding, Farore. I shall return soon.”

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Clang! Hylia follows the sound through the otherwise quiet village. Clang! It is late afternoon, and the sun is setting here, too, painting the sky in broad strokes of color. Clang! She is probably reading too much into the jarring noise. But the bang of metal striking metal sounds angry. Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Her duty as a goddess has kept her from returning to Link as quickly as she desires; a whole day has passed on the surface and Hylia fears he will be cross with her.

As she approaches the blacksmith shed, Hylia raises her hands to cover her ears. Link stands before a forge filled with burning hot coals, holding a steel rod up for inspection. His skin glistens with a sheen of sweat, and Hylia’s eyes are drawn to how the corded muscles of his back and arms ripple as he swings the weapon, testing its weight. Frowning, he thrusts the blade into the coals, sending embers flying. They drift in the air around him, some landing on his exposed skin, but he doesn’t seem to notice. He wipes his sweaty brow and tucks an errant strand of hair that has fallen into his eyes behind his ear. 

He had previously explained his work as a blacksmith’s apprentice, but he had not wanted her to visit, stating it was too dirty and base an environment for someone as beautiful as her. Seeing him now, she begs to differ. Hylia would like to learn to forge a sword, but amends must be made first. 

She ran away yesterday instead of telling him how he made her heart sing when she was with him. Even now, with him unaware she is watching him, her heart pounds beneath her breast, and the alien feeling of nervousness fills her. She is afraid. So many new emotions are surging within her. Confusion overwhelms her once again. 

Waving a hand over her being, Hylia takes a step back, invisible to the naked eye. She cannot tell him here today. She needs more time to collect her thoughts. Tomorrow. She will say to him all that is in her heart tomorrow in their special place. Conjuring a quill and a piece of parchment, Hylia writes a short note to leave by the water barrel where recently forged weapons cool.

“Meet me at dawn in our special place.”

[scealaiscoite]

⋆˚࿔ actions and dialogue for forbidden kisses 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

¹⁾ “… that shouldn’t have happened.”

²⁾ holding onto their shoulders/waist for the duration of the kiss, and making no move to separate even after it’s ended

³⁾ “stop telling me that we can’t be together and then pulling shit like this!”

⁴⁾ “[name], i’m sorry.”

⁵⁾ pressing the pads of their fingers into their lips in the aftermath, like they’re either trying to capture the feeling or banish it from memory

⁶⁾ foreheads pressed together as the kiss breaks, eyes guilty but so so full of want

⁷⁾ “this can’t be all there is. a half-dozen kisses every year that we pretend don’t happen and pretentious conversations about ourselves, is that what we’re clinging so hard to? what i’m clinging so hard to?!”

⁸⁾ having begun to trail impassioned kisses down their jaw and neck before the harsh reality kicks back in

⁹⁾ “i shouldn’t have let this happen. it’s not fair on either of us.”

¹⁰⁾ “we sh- “ “no, please. just- just let me have this. just for a minute.”

¹¹⁾ breathing in their scent because they know that this is as close as they’ll get to it for a long, long time

¹²⁾ “why are we doing this to ourselves?”

¹³⁾ using every ounce of strength they have to not lean into the hand cupping their cheek or cradling their head

¹⁴⁾ “that was an accident.” “yeah, you always seem to say that.”

¹⁵⁾ “no matter how cruel it is that you keep giving me hope like this, it’s still never enough to stop me from loving you as much as i do.”

¹⁶⁾ “i don’t want to let go of you.” “and i don’t want to let you.”

¹⁷⁾ feeling tears welling up in their eyes as the hurt and longing burns in their chest

¹⁸⁾ holding the face of their would-be lover tenderly in the palm of their hand, silently apologising for putting them both through this again

¹⁹⁾ “i love y- “ “no, no. please, i can’t. i can’t hear this, not again.”

²⁰⁾ breaking the kiss but still holding them close, hiding their face in the other’s neck to try and recover the moment

²¹⁾ “would now be a bad time to tell you you’re a really good kisser?”

²²⁾ calling them a petname to try and comfort them, but only succeeding in upsetting them more at the reminder of what they can’t have

²³⁾ pushing them away, knowing exactly how cruel it is but favouring it over hurting them both by letting things go further

²⁴⁾ “how do we keep letting this happen?”

²⁵⁾ “this is killing me, [name].”

[youneedsomeprompts]

~ FORBIDDEN LOVE ~ PROMPTS about showing love without confessing

requested by: anonymous request: forbidden love prompts? where you can never say explicitly what you want for fear of being rejected or caught

Feel free to use and reblog!

always making sure the other is safe

being happy when someone else is doing something nice for the other because it would be suspicious if they were the only one constantly showering the other with affection

making an effort to tease them regularly because in no way could that be suspicious

"You look very... alright, I guess."

trying to keep their distance because they can't trust themselves not to confess their feelings

"Really? You thought about me? I... I thought about you, too."

"Nooo, I would never date a friend/enemy. Of course, there are no exceptions." *blushes heavily*

trying to tell themselves that there are no romantic feelings involved

A: "Would you like to hang out on Sunday?" B: "Sure! It's a date!" A: "What? Like a 'date' date?" B: "What?" A: "What?"

A: "Don't be upset! Don't listen to them! You're the most special person!" B: "You really think that? You think I'm special?" A: *blushes heavily*

A: "I love spending time with you. That doesn't mean I have a crush on you." B: "Good. I never thought that."

testing the waters by casually dropping how romantic some of the things are the other does

A: "My dream partner would have to have [this trait] and [that trait]." B: "Haha. This sounds just like me! I would be your perfect partner. Isn't that funny?"

being torn between wanting to get rid of their feelings for the other and wanting to nurture the feelings in a hopeless, masochistic way

"I think we met for a reason."

C: "You never shut up about B." A: "That's because they annoy me so much."

being extremely happy when the other seeks their company

trying to act cool and casual but getting more awkward and nervous in the course

B: "You don't need to pretend that you like me. I know you hate me." A: "I'm sorry, what? I don't hate you. Quite contrary!"

making up endless scenarios about how they would confess their love, knowing they'll never do it anyway

[charger-lens]

Hekarro ordered you to help me.

[dumplingsjinson]

List of “a forbidden romance between the good and the bad” prompts

Requested by: Anonymous Request: “Hello!! I absolutely ADORE your blog and what you do!! It's helped so much with writing and helped me get back into it :D I was hoping, if it wasn't much trouble- if i could request some prompts based around forbidden romance? One from a world of good and the other from a world of bad- forbidden to be together type vibe.”

“We just can’t—” “But why can’t we?!” “You know exactly why we can’t. You and I… We’re different. We don’t… We’re not meant to be together.”

“As much as it pains me to say this, I don’t think I can ever... I can’t be with you.”

“You kill people for a living. And I’m someone who heals people for a living. Do you really think we can convince the public we’re not fucking lunatics for thinking this is going to work out between us?

“This line was never meant to be crossed.” “Well, we’ve crossed it. Now what?” “We don’t let anyone know we’ve crossed it, if we don’t want to lose each other.” 

“But how long do we have to keep this a secret for?”

“I don’t know if I can act like I don’t know who the fuck you are in public when you do all of these things to me when we’re behind closed doors.” 

“Our families would disown us—“ “Then so be it.”

“You know I’m all in if you are.” 

“The world would go into chaos if we don’t keep this on the down low.”

“…This is going to get tiring for you one day, and you’re going to leave me. No one wants to be kept a secret.” “I wish you had more faith in me… In us.”

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Wei Wuxian 🤝 Maleficent: Not being invited to a child's birthday party but showing up anyways (to make things worse).

(for @youremysunshine8)

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 134

One of the young justice members is complaining about how their parents or mentors benched them after getting injured. 

And Marvel snorting and saying that that reminds him of Phantom. And of course, the YJ crew, ask who that is. 

“Oh Phantoms my big brother, pops never really understood our human halves or limits so…” and he just shrugs like he didn’t just drop Lore. And the teens smell blood in the water, they want to know more. 

[calisources]

𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒.

All sentences and quotes have been taken from different media about starcrossed lovers or forbidden love, full of angst, some bold words, some nasty ones, possessive nature and letting someone use you as a replacement. So, some toxic energy in this one. Change pronouns, locations and names as you see fit.

I love you,and I will love you until I die,and if there's a life after that,I'll love you then.

Do people always fall in love with things they can't have?

And there is a difference between having your heart break and having your soul shatter.

I'm falling in love with you.

I'm going to fuck the shit out of you. I have waited for this for such a long time. Consequences be damned.

These violent delights have violent ends.

 I’m only human. And you are …all-consuming.

Don’t go into this lightly. If you’re mine, you need to understand I will burn the fucking world to the ground for you.

I will never let you go, do you hear me? 

 will keep you safe. And I will find a way for us to be together.

If you make me cry at my own coronation ball, I’ll never forgive you.

If you were any less the man you are, I would beg you to take me with you.

If you were any less the woman you were, I would beg you to come with me.

I've known lust. This is something worse. This is a barbaric need to possess, to eliminate, to own. This is madness.

This is lust.

She’s your very own forbidden fruit.

You said you didn't want this.

We all desire what we cannot have.

Have you noticed how the boy looks at you?

Do you think I didn’t notice? The way you look at me when you think I’m not watching?

You are dangerous desire, and I am your prisoner.

We can’t do this on so many levels.

I can't even whisper her name, my heart would burst out of my chest.

But I would fight against the stars for you.

I have ruined your life.

Some lines you just don't cross. 

I want to take you under the moonlight.

Having something forbidden is exciting, don't you agree?

The closer we get—the more I let you in…the more dangerous this gets.

Don’t you get it? You’re what everyone wants! But I’m not going to let them win.

Make it so I never have to dream about this again—make it so we can have this…forever.

Desires are what can most easily ruin us, lovely.

We were doomed from the start. 

Nothing is as deadly as the love of a powerful man.

But this kiss? It's ruined me. This is the type of kiss I never knew existed. 

You sure about that, Dad? Because he's done everything to me.

Are you scared of me now?

You loved me - then what right had you to leave me?

I have not broken your heart - you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine.

One moment, you give me everything that I want, and in the next, you snatch all of that away.

It's hopeless. We can never work out.

The world didn’t want us together so I forged a new one where we would.

How could a peacock lust for a lion?

You're tattooed onto my skin, and the more I try to erase you, the deeper you sink in.

I’ve always liked you, from the first moment I saw you.

It's absurd how crazy love can make you...but even more absurd how stupid jealousy can make you.

 That you and I are meant to be together, but never meant to be.

Why does fate seem always to conspire against us? To deny us life's simple pleasures?

We'll meet after this war. I'll certainly find you wherever you'll hide. 

War makes fools of men and women wanton.

What offends you most, Father? That she's Catholic, or that she's poor?

If my father discovers you here, he'd cut off your little nuts and eat them. He can't stand you.

You tempress, I see you once and all I can think of is having you.

Feelings are forbidden, does not mean we cannot enjoy one another.

The more you deny me, the more I desire you. You are a plague in my mind.

Ever since we met, no one else can compare. 

How can I be with someone else, when I’m with them, it’s you I see.

You can have me, think of whoever you love. For tonight.

You can pretend I'm her/him. I don't care. I just want you.

[petalsprompts]

𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 & 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄; 𝙺𝙴𝚈𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝚂𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙲𝙷𝙴𝚂 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 '𝙶𝙾𝙾𝙳𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝚂'.

change  pronouns,  tenses  and  other  details  as  deemed  necessary. &  please  specify  muse  when  sending  to  a  mumu.

I  am  a  secret.  That  is  all  I  will  ever  be.

If  you  cannot  hold  me  in  your  arms,  then  hold  my  memory  in  high  regard.

Do  people  always  fall  in  love  with  things  they  can't  have?

Everybody  wants  their  own  little  place  in  the  world.  And  maybe  mine  is  here,  loving  you  from  a  distance.

If  I  give  in  to  my  desires,  I'll  have  to  deal  with  the  consequences  of  stupid  actions.

Our  love  defies  logic  and  reason,  a  cosmic  connection  that  words  cannot  fully  capture.

Love  is  rarely  a  choice.

I  swore  that  I  wouldn't  kiss  you  again. 

I  kept  hoping  that  if  I  just  ran  far  enough,  eventually  I’d  figure  out  a  way  to  stop  loving  you.

You  said  you  didn't  want  this.  Were  you  lying?

Love  is  love,  even  if  it  is  illicit;  like  light  remains  light  even  in  the  darkness.

I  need  to  stop  running  back  to  you  in  my  mind  all  the  time.

I  do  not  lack  the  courage  to  tell  you  how  I  feel.  What  I  fear  is  how  you  will  react  to  it.

If  I  cannot  be  in  your  life,  then  at  least  let  me  live  in  your  heart.

It  is  terrifying  to  love  someone  who  is  forbidden  to  you,  terrifying  to  feel  something  you  can  never  speak  of.

If  you  come  away  with  me,  I  can  promise  you  pain  and  disgrace...  but  I  will  love  you  like  no  other  can.

We  were  doomed  from  the  start.  A  lost  cause.  A  losing  battle.

Everything  between  us  is  destined  to  become  a  mere  memory

Do  you  want  the  truth?  The  truth  is,  I  would  fuck  you  right  here  and  now.  Right  on  this  fuking  table,  but  I  can't!

I  think  perhaps  I  will  always  hold  a  candle  for  you  –  even  until  it  burns  my  hand.

I  will  never  let  you  go,  do  you  hear  me?  No  matter  how  long  it  takes,  I  will  keep  you  safe.  And  I  will  find  a  way  for  us  to  be  together.

[i-lavabean]

AUgust: what if Kotallo had snuck into Carja lands earlier to try to rescue Itamen and Nasadi for Fashav’s sake?

[mistresslrigtar]

Yay! AO3 . appears to be back up so reposting with a link. Day 2 prompt Forbidden for @zelinkcommunity Zelink Week 2023

Excerpt:

"It’s just an old wives’ tale.” Link picks up one of the flowers from Hylia's bouquet and twirls it between his fingertips. “Here’s another. Girls in my village weave flowers into crowns to signify they are ready to find true love. It is said the first boy they see is the one they are destined to marry.”

“A crown of flowers?” Hylia’s sea-green eyes light up, and she smiles at him. “I would like that. Will you show me how to make one?”

She keenly watches him, following the movement of his fingers as he adds more flowers to his wreath before she attempts to weave one of her own. Link continues to add flowers, twisting the stems so tightly none are visible, and soon he holds a completed wreath up for her inspection. 

Setting her half-finished work aside, Hylia takes the wreath from him. “It is beautiful, Link.” Her fingers brush over the soft petals before kneeling by the brook. She places the crown on her head and studies her reflection in the water. “Do I look like the girls in your village?”

Gazing at her in her simple white tunic, wearing a crown of wildflowers, she is the most beautiful girl Link has ever seen. The rarest of gems, so exquisitely cut, her radiance shines like a beacon on the darkest night. “They are no comparison to you.”

She looks over her shoulder at him, a faint blush on her cheeks, and a tender smile graces her lips. “You are the first boy I see.

Read the whole chapter on AO3

[ryoalouette]

Machi's Idea #4

The JL can't understand what's wrong. They did their best effort to honor the king of dead and celebrate accordingly with the most strict protocol. Yet the king seems equally dull and annoyed. The JLD knows what's going on but they decided to say nothing in the hopes that this would teach the JL a lesson. Jason tried to explain the situation but none of the "adults" (aka Batman) listened to him so he decided to get his point across by getting into a fist fight with the king. One hour later they are kissing and Jason is explaining to the JL that ghost bond through fighting.

[scealaiscoite]

*ೃ༄ secret relationship prompts ˚◞♡ ⃗

— “just one more hug before you leave? please?”

— “do you ever think about what life would be like for us if things were different?”

— “i think if i was able to touch you in public, i’d never let go.”

— “you know you’re the only one i want to be with.”

— “we shouldn’t be doing this. not now, not here.”

— “i couldn’t kiss you all day! let me make up for it now.”

— “wait- what if someone sees?!”

— “i don’t love you any less just because no one else can see it.”

— “i think about it a lot. what our first date would look like.”

— “i was so worried. it was killing me, not being able to reach out and touch you.

— “i don’t know how much longer i can keep doing this.”

— “but nobody knows us here! can we please go out?”

— “i can’t believe we’re finally doing this.”

— “just one kiss, please!”

— “don’t forget how much i love you.”

[quiche-draws]

Horizontober 2024 (KE edition) Week 2: Monsters 👹

Dusted off my Werebeast AU for this (UwU)

PLEASE DO NOT REPOST! Reblog only!

[astralpaint]

Unleash the Storm!!! ❄

Monthly Prompt - All About Kotallo

[thepenultimateword]

Prompt #289

Villain crumpled the magazine in their hands, digging their fingernails into the shiny cover, or more particularly, into Other Hero's face.

They hated that goody-goody, prince charming-masquerading loser. Since they'd entered the scene the media ate up their every move. And since Hero was the city's next sweetheart, it hadn't taken long for everyone to begin speculating their relationship out of nothing.

Now it seemed that Other Hero was starting to like the idea as much their fans.

Villain knew Hero didn't reciprocate. They knew it was all just gossip. So why did their chest ache so much? Why was their belly lit with rage?

The magazine was too thick to more than rumple, so Villain settled for ripping the cover down the middle, tearing Other Hero's arm off Hero's shoulders.

Villain tossed both pieces in the trash as hard as they could, then stood over the trashcan, fists clenched and trembling. They wished Hero could make a more solid statement than a denial of interest. They wished Hero's job and reputation didn't rely on hiding the truth. They wished they could show up to one of these stupid press conferences and declare haughtily that Hero was already taken. They wished they could tell everyone the one who had taken Hero's heart was them.

But that would only hurt Hero...so Villain would hurt instead.

They sighed heavily as if they could exhale all the hurt and frustration into the air.

Jealousy wasn't a mortal wound. But it sure did sting.