#if anyone draws their cursed Link I'll kiss you

[academyofbrokenhearts]

close to the flame

Maybe someday I'll stop writing Rambel. Today is not that day.

Ramo and Sibel are repeatedly torn apart. They hurt, they suffer, then they return to each other and heal.

Title inspired by yet another famous HIM song. AO3 link here.

she knows what will happen, has known from the moment she took the keys he gave to her

and it's three years late, three years in the making, three years full of pain and uncertainty and what ifs

they've hurt each other so much, and there's blood between them, and whatever will happen could have never happened, had they been different people

but how can she resist this man, who loves her like she's his only religion, who takes everything from her, including pain, including betrayal, and answers with endless devotion

the man for whom she was never the daughter of his enemy, but something precious, something to protect, a reason to exist

she's scared by the intensity of it all, she craves it

it's tender at first (has he not always been like this with her from the very beginning?)

he's a patient man, always has been, so he won't jump head first into this either

but he does ask, and she knew he would ask, because it's always like that with them

how do you want it, sibel? how do you like it? how will you have me?

however you want, ramo, she says

so it's like this

they dance together in their flat, and he draws the map of her body with his hands

she touches him right back, breathless

(because now she can do it, now she is allowed, after so long, she has allowed herself to do it)

she knew he was going to be beautiful like that, vulnerable like that, only with her, but he's the one who says it out loud

you're beautiful

she abandons herself to him, and he worships every part of her

kissing, touching

until her legs and hands shake, until she can't take it anymore

and when he finally enters her, it feels right

like home

the way it never felt with others

and she listens to his plea with shaky breath and closed eyes

i'm yours, only yours, forever yours

an echo of her own thoughts

*

you have to know, she says, when he holds her in his arms in their room in istanbul, after taking her from cihangir's cursed house she imprisoned herself in

you have to know that there was never anyone else, you were the last

that time in adana was the last

he doesn't look surprised, but his eyes are soft (the softness she knows it's only reserved for her) when he answers

wouldn't have mattered if i wasn't, my beautiful rose

i know i'm the one you love, and that's enough for me

no other man can have you like i did

i only care about you getting hurt, that's all

and yes, of course he would answer like this, of course

she closes her eyes, listens to his breath, and oh, how she missed this

and the truth is that she also missed him like this, in her arms, this strong and confident man, pleased to be under her spell, just as she's pleased to be under his

there's no one like him

and for him there's no one like her

and no matter how much heartbreak and pain there is between them, their love is stronger

stronger than revenge, stronger than any sort of betrayal

how will you have me, sibel?

he asks

that first adana night is echoing in her skin and flesh, and just like then, she answers

however you want, ramo

his eyes darken

now, i want it now

i will be as gentle as i can, but i want it to be now

and so they have each other again after so long

and while he moves inside her, torturing her sweetly, she says to him his words from back then

i'm yours, only yours, forever yours

the absolute certainty of her life

*

he's overwhelmed

the single greatest goal of his life has been achieved, and the men who are responsible for his father's horrific death and his tortured childhood are dead

she's quiet in bed beside him, and he knows what she thought, what she was set up to do

you thought me dead, he says

you would have killed cihangir for me, and then yourself

i would have done it, yes, she answers, voice low and trembling

what's life without you, ramo?

i know, he says, i know

don't speak of death anymore, my life

i'll kiss your wounds and erase your hurt

you can do whatever you want to me now

she had him like this before, he loves it when she takes the lead

but never with this kind of quiet desperation, never without any hint of playfulness

the pain she felt is still fresh in her thoughts, so she lets herself go

and rides him until his eyes roll into his head and his fingers clutch her hips and they come

sweaty and spent

utterly in love

*

i can't stand it, she says, tears glistering in her eyes in the moonlight

i also thought that you were dead, but you stood above my grave

how can i ever make that pain go, ramo

how can i ever make you forget it

his hands are holding her, a quiet and utter tenderness that breaks her heart all over again

like he can scarcely believe she's real

but his lips kiss her hair, and she feels his whisper in her ear

just live, my beautiful rose

just live

he's awake the entire night, listening to her heartbeat, and she feels his presence in her sleep

and it's when the night starts to fade, very, very late

that she feels him hard against her

that she hears his words

please let me

and so she opens up to him

and he makes love to her with the same kind of desperation he felt when he mourned her

and when the night ends and the new day begins, the ghosts are all gone

*

and just like that

they are torn apart, they bleed, they hurt

then they heal together and make each other whole again

[gaylactic-fire]

I was bored

Here's a generator that let's you create your own LoZ Link character but it's cursed

[bleepblopbloop56]

A Prophecy: Den of Thieves au

Part one

Part two

Part three

Warnings: none i think??

Thank you @pathos-logical for helping me edit this! Legit wouldnt be the same without you dude!!!!

They had been at this for an hour. Logan was taking his time waltzing through the maze of shelves, grabbing anything that caught his eye. Occasionally he'd come across an artifact sprinkled in with the books on the shelves and shove it into his satchel without a second thought. Roman was sure the bag was magic; it had to be holding over thirty books by now, and it hadn't so much as grown an inch or weighed down Logan's shoulder even a little.

Roman watched the intruder intently as he ravaged the royal library, flinching at seeing decades’ worth of texts on folklore and science being haphazardly thrown into the man's bag.

“Not that one,” Roman interjected sharply when Logan picked up something worth more than his life. Logan simply made a face of annoyance and threw it back on the shelf without glancing back. It took enormous amounts of self-restraint to stand back and watch his castle get ransacked and picked apart by the vulture in blue.

“Can we please hurry this along?” Virgil snapped, looking up from the picture book he'd been absentmindedly flipping through to pass the time.

“That wasn't the agreement,” Logan said, drifting to another shelf and running his fingertips lightly over the book spines. “I'll give you two some privacy if you wish to have that oh-so-important talk your knight has been asking about for the past thirty minutes.” Without waiting for a response, Logan began taking long strides to the other side of the room, continuing his assault against the royal library.

“Where do I even start,” Roman mumbled under his breath, eyes locked on the floor.

“The beginning,” Virgil said, only having a second before he was whisked away to a table in the farthest corner of the library.

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“Before I start, I need you to swear to me you won't repeat any of this to anyone.” Roman looked him dead in the eyes with a seriousness that Virgil had never seen from him before.

“I promise,” Virgil said, taking one of his hands and holding it to his chest. Roman could feel Virgil shaking under his fingertips, the anxiety of this mission burning holes in his stability.

“Promise me not as Virgil, not as my boyfriend, but as my knight. I want you to take this as a direct order, do you understand?” Roman was being harsh- he knew Virgil would never speak a word of his secrets to the world- but he had to be safe.

Virgil dropped to the floor in a kneel, his head down and a hand over his heart.

“Yes, my prince. I vow not to speak of this to anyone,” he pledged quietly, not looking up until ordered to. A knightly vow was something Roman had never asked him to take. Direct orders were nothing to be messed with when it came to the prince, and Roman had never liked the thought of holding Virgil to one.

Roman took a deep breath and nodded, pulling Virgil up and into an apology kiss he happily reciprocated.

He reluctantly pushed himself away and pulled out a book- thankfully, it had been missed by Logan’s little shopping spree- that had been tucked away on the bottom shelf and ripped it open to a bookmarked page. On the old, brittle paper, there was a drawing of a woman holding two baby boys, all three with crowns on their heads.

The family portrait wasn't a happy one. Both babies were crying as a dragon in the background whisked away the smaller one from the queen's grasp. The writing opposite to the picture told the story of a wicked witch with legendary power who could transform into a dragon. A woman, the text said, who had been cursed by one of her many lovers to have a dark magical connection with her sister's children for her affair with the king of the kingdom.

“‘Angered by the woman's betrayal, her husband placed a curse on the king’s unborn children, linking them forever to her-’” Virgil read aloud before cutting himself off to address the prince directly. “Roman, what is this?” He moved to close the book before Roman caught his hand.

“Don't you see? What if… what if I have a brother, Virgil?” Roman’s eyes looked like they were pleading with him, begging him to see it too.

“It's just a story, Roma-”

“It's a prophecy!” Roman's chair shot back as he stood suddenly, reaching down into his boot and pulling out a paper. “These prophecies have predicted things like the fall of kingdoms. They've never been wrong, Virgil, and my mother-” He took another deep breath, quieting his shouts as he unfolded a piece of paper. “My mother… I found this in her jewelry box in the closet.” He visibly steeled himself for the next words. “It was the last diary entry she ever wrote.” Roman sat down and slid the sheet across the table to Virgil, placing his head in his hands and breathing heavily as if trying not to cry.

“‘The nurses are saying it's twins-’”

“Not out loud.” Roman winced like the words were painful to hear. Virgil closed his mouth and continued reading under his breath. It was embarrassing to admit that it was easier for him to read the words out loud, though he certainly wasn't alone in that- most knights were the same, assuming they could even read at all. Many dropped out of school to start training early or were pulled out by family like Virgil had been. Four generations of knights... Oh, how proud they'd been when Virgil was promoted. If only he'd been promoted for legitimate reasons and not because of his affair with the prince.

The nurses are saying it’s twins, and that they’ll be here any day now. William and I decided on the names: Roman and Patton if they are boys and Anne and Gabriella if they are girls, although I don't know what we'll do if it's one of each.

My sister has come in for their birth and is staying in the castle. I love her, but she's been acting strangely…

Virgil pried his eyes away from the page to look up at Roman.

“Not so crazy now, huh?” Roman laughed somewhat sadly. “I didn't even know I had an aunt… Dad refuses to speak to me about her even existing. I think he's hiding something.” Virgil met his eyes with something like pity shining behind them.

“Roman… You can't think you can find them.” Virgil's words carved their way into Roman’s heart, and he had to look away to lessen the blow.

“I have a brother. A brother I've never even met that's out there somewhere, and my aunt took him… she took him away from me.” Virgil thought he heard the footsteps of their guest nearby but said nothing, instead deciding to take Roman’s hand and hold it tight.

“Roman… What if you're risking your life for someone who's already dead?” Virgil didn't want to have to say it, but if the stories were true, then Roman didn't stand a chance, especially on his own.

“And what if he's out there and I didnt even try?! I have to go!” Roman was yelling now, standing and taking the page back, holding it close to his chest like it was all he had left of his brother.

“Then let me go with you.” Virgil made his way around the table, coming close to him and locking eyes. Roman’s eyes had always been more golden than brown, but Virgil’s... Virgil's were so dark they were nearly black. Dark holes that always bore into Roman’s soul and melted his heart.

“It's dangerous... No one can know where we're going. It's my duty to find out why my father kept this hidden for all these years... There must be a reason for it all.” Roman wrapped his arms around Virgil's waist and pulled him to his chest, needing him to be as close as possible. Virgil was his rock, and he desperately needed something to lean on right now.

“And what will I tell them when the prince is found dead? That his knight let him go off on his own and get killed? That I broke my oath to protect you? Roman, you have to take me.” Virgil was begging now. “If you insist on going off to get yourself killed, I'll be right there protecting you till the end… I love you.” Virgil had to stand on his toes to meet Roman’s mouth, a quick peck to prove a point before he pulled away and looked back into his eyes.

“I love you too…” Roman trailed off before squaring his shoulders. “Alright then, tonight.” A rainbow shone across their faces, stinging their eyes with light. They glanced over to find Logan nearby, inspecting a prism in the light from the window.

“Fascinating,” he whispered before dropping it into his bag and buckling it. “I presume I will be joining you on this silly little quest of yours? I accept your invitation.”

“Literally no one invited you,” Roman mumbled, voice soaked in annoyance and just loud enough for Logan to hear. His one-man-quest had suddenly turned into a journey of three, and he wasn’t all that happy about it.

“Don't make things harder than they need to be. Now, if you would kindly hand over the queen's sword, we may begin.” Logan held out his hand, looking at him expectantly. Virgil snickered and nudged Roman in the side, urging him to give up his sword.

“You're not coming,” Roman insisted even as he handed the sword to Logan.

“We'll see about that,” Logan smirked, setting the sword on the table and pulling out his spell book.

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