The Red String (Isagi Yoichi x Fem!reader)
fluff, fem!reader, some mentions of the bllk plot
a/n: I absolutely love the red string theory I think its so beautiful 🤧❤���
The red string theory is a beautiful concept often used to symbolize fate, indicating that there is someone out there connected to you by the same string.
No matter where they are, whether they are at opposite ends of the world, in different states, or right beside you, eventually, your lives, hearts, and souls will become connected by an invisible red string, binding your destinies together. It is a wondrous and beautiful thing.
It's truly one of the most enchanting ways to become intertwined with someone, becoming a unified whole, fully aware that from now on, your lives will be forever connected. The belief of that truly fascinated you.
Well, it did fascinate you.
Here you were, resting by a bench at a nearby park, mulling over the recently shocking events.
Your boyfriend—well now ex-boyfriend, decided to break up with you as it was ‘for the best’,
How could it have gone to this conclusion? Was it something you did that upset him?
You could've sworn that your relationship with him was healthy, while he himself proved it was not.
It was pretty idiotic of you to believe in the 'red string' theory and expect it to come true, especially when you thought he was the one.
This only existed in fairytales, you should've known better.
As you were overwhelmed by all the negative thoughts and sadness, you seemed to be oblivious to the presence that was now walking up to you.
“Hey, you okay?”
You quickly whipped your head up to the source of that voice as you were met with a boy who seemed around the same age as you in a white, soccer tracksuit. It also looked like there were fresh tears in his eyes…or were you imagining it?
“Yeah, yeah, I'm fine,” you mumbled as you wiped the warm tears with your sleeve. You felt embarrassed to be showing your tears in front of a stranger you just met.
“You sure? Wanna talk about it..?”
~~~🌷~~~
You couldn't believe it. What suddenly overcame you to vent all your emotions and thoughts onto this boy?
Though you couldn't lie…it did feel good to let all these emotions out.
“Wow…sorry ‘bout that. He seems like a real ass.” isagi spoke as he listened to your rants.
"Yeah…it was out of nowhere—oh sorry for unloading all of this on you out of the blue. I just realized you probably have a lot on your shoulders already." You apologize, feeling a wave of guilt.
Isagi shook his head, “Nah its alright. What I went through can't even compare to what you just endured.” Isagi spoke.
Feeling a bit curious, you decided to ask, “Really? What happened?”
Isagi let out a quiet sigh as he replied, “Well, I lost a pretty important soccer match.” isagi mumbled as he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck.
“You're right, that can't even compare to mine.” you joked as a small chuckle slipped past your lips.
Isagi’s gaze shifted towards you before he also let out a small laugh.
Something about that laugh of yours…was somehow alluring to Isagi.
The sight of your smile and the sound of your laughter seemed to suit your face much better than the frown you wearing earlier. That's what Isagi believed.
You looked beautiful—gorgeous even.
After the laughter subsided, isagi decided to speak up, “well, that match did determine if I was going to nationals or not.” he uttered.
“Oh uh Really? Sorry about making that joke then— i take it back..” you muttered, feeling the guilt once more.
Isagi chuckled dryly and reassured you that everything was fine, saying, “mm no, no, no—its fine really.”
With a nod, you spoke, “oh alright then.” Although, despite his words, you still felt a lingering sense of guilt.
The conversation soon drifted into silence as the both of you just sat there.
Surprisingly, the atmosphere wasn't awkward, it was comfortable—relaxing even.
After a couple of seconds Isagi decided to break the comfortable silence between you, “Well then, its best if i get going. Its already getting late. You should head home too.”
You gazed up into the sky as you took in the scene. The sun was almost dipped beneath the earth as the sky morphed into layers of orange, red, and yellow.
“mhm alright, It is in fact getting late.” You smiled as you stood up from the bench.
“Yeah, make sure you get home safe uh….” Isagi trailed off as he realized he never got your name.
“Y/n. Y/n L/n.” You replied, finishing Isagi’s sentence.
“Isagi Yoichi.” He hummed as he also recalled he never told you his name.
Isagi said his goodbyes and began to leave, but then he abruptly turned back. "Oh, wait L/n!" he called out.
“hm?” You hummed as you turned your body around to face him as your name was called out.
“If you ever need to talk to someone again, ill be here! In this same spot at the same time!” He offered.
You smiled, “okay! Ill keep that in mind Isagi!” You replied back as you sent him a wave before walking away.
Maybe you’ll consider that offer.
~~~🌷~~~
After some careful contemplation, you made the decision to return to that exact location.
There was something about Isagi Yoichi that lured you in. You felt a strong desire to learn more about him.
So there you were, waiting on the same bench at the time he said he would visit.
He hadn't arrived yet, so you decided to wait a little, assuming he was running late.
…
Time ticked by and he still wasn't here. Did he stand you up? Did he lie?
No, he doesnt seem like that type of guy to do that. Although…they do say to not judge a book by its cover.
What if he's actually a bad guy? What if he joked about all of this? What if he never truly cared about your problems? What if-
“Oh hey L/n! Sorry I was a bit late. Had soccer practice.” Isagi chuckled as he hurried over to you.
Huh, guess all your ‘what-ifs’ were really just ‘what-ifs’
He really did keep his word.
You sent a smile down his way as he also returned your smile with a warm one.
“Thats okay Isagi.” you spoke as he took a seat next to you.
…
The conversation between the both of you was rather enjoyable.
Both you and Isagi found the both of you conversing about your hobbies, dreams, likes, dislikes, etc.
You and Isagi grew to learn more about each other as the hours passed.
You learnt about Isagi’s passion for football meanwhile Isagi learned about your passion for becoming successful in life.
You became more attracted to Isagi, as Isagi became more attracted to you.
Isagi would treasure every smile you gave when he made a subtle joke or showed interest, and you would do the same.
You would treasure the way his face converted into pure happiness as he talked about football and other hobbies he enjoyed.
You found it…cute.
“So L/n, what school do you go to?” Isagi asked as this sudden question popped up in his head.
”Oh I actually go to Ichinan High School” you responded.
Isagi’s eyes widened in shock and excitement as he also coincidently went to that same school.
“Really?! No way! I go to that same school too!” Isagi grinned as his eyes lit up in delight and eagerness.
"Really?! How come I never see you around then?" you asked, feeling a surge of excitement upon learning that he also attended the same school.
“Uh well… I really don't know.” Isagi sheepishly grinned as he rubbed the back of his neck.
You giggled at his excuse and aloofness as you found his answer somewhat funny and dumb.
That sight of your smile—Isagi loved that.
He couldn't recall when he started to feel himself craving your smile.
But every time you did, all he knew was that it made him feel all warm inside. He loved that feeling.
If Isagi could, he would want to keep that smile plastered on your face all the time. But for now, all he could do was cause that smile to form on your delicate face.
“Hey L/n, what classes do you have? I could try to meet up with you.” Isagi smiled as he was internally thrilled.
After telling him your schedule, Isagi started planning out where and when to meet you in the hallways or classes.
“Yeah that could work.” you nodded as you both agreed where to meet.
~~~🌷~~~
Every day, you and Isagi began to hang out in school.
He would walk you to class and walk with you to the cafeteria. He would basically walk you anywhere he could. Although Isagi would be late to most of his classes.
But it was worth it if it meant Isagi could be near your presence and smile at all times.
Day by day, both of yours and Isagi’s feelings for each other would grow stronger and increase significantly over time.
Even the slightest physical touch would send you both into a blushing mess.
This went on for weeks until Isagi got sent a letter about a soccer program from “Blue Lock”
…
“When are you leaving?” you asked, feeling upset at the thought of Isagi leaving you.
“In couple days.” he sighed as he placed the letter down.
Isagi couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with a sense of pity and guilt by the look on your face at the idea of him disappearing for a while. And by a while, I mean months.
“Listen Y/n, if you don't want me to go then I won't-”
“No Yoichi. I want you to go. I want you to pursue your dream.” you sadly smiled as you cut him off.
Isagi asked with a hint of uncertainty, carefully studying your expression for any signs of doubt or hesitation. “Are you sure?”
“Im sure.” you nodded as you held your smile.
Isagi's face lit up with a warm smile as he wrapped his arms around you in a tight, heartfelt hug. "Thanks, Y/n," he said, his voice filled with genuine gratitude.
You reciprocated his hug as a you felt a few tears trickle down your face and onto his shoulder.
“I'm gonna miss you Yoichi,” you muttered into his shoulder as he held you tightly.
“I'm going to miss you too Y/n,” Isagi quietly whispered as he rested his head on top of yours.
~~~🌷~~~
The day came sooner then expected as Isagi was preparing to leave.
"The bus will be arriving soon, huh?" you said, attempting to engage in casual conversation with Isagi.
“Yeah in a couple minutes.” Isagi nodded as he looked at his phone.
The tension in the air became awkward as the both of you stared at each other, your eyes reflecting the sorrow you held.
“Y/n…if you really don't want me too-”
“No Yoichi. I want you too.” you spoke sternly as you cut him off once more.
Isagi smiled at your words as the bus soon arrived.
As the bus came to a halt, Isagi faced you once more, “Y/n, when I come back, I'll become the best in the world. That's a promise.” he confidently grinned.
“You better keep that promise.” you chuckled as you watched him board the bus.
As Isagi was heading inside, his next actions and words left you in a state of shock, catching you off guard with his intentions.
“I love you Y/n.” Isagi smiled as he gave you a quick kiss on the lips and boarded the bus.
You were startled by his words as you watched the doors close, your eyes widening in surprise.
Did you hear that right? Did that really just happen?
Isagi glanced at you through the window and couldn't help but let out a smile laugh at your reaction.
You looked adorable is what Isagi thought.
The bus soon left as it was heading to its destination.
What the hell.
You slowly brought your fingers to your face as you softly touched your lips.
Warm.
Your lips were warm.
Now, you knew you weren't just hallucinating or imagining it. It happened. It actually happened.
He kissed you.
Not to mention he even said he “loves you.”
You couldn't help but feel a bit upset but excited and happy by these actions.
Happy by the fact he confessed his love for you but sad that you didn't get the chance to tell him how you felt.
Well, now you had an idea: the next time you see him, you would get back at him.
“Damn you Yoichi…” you smiled.
~~~🌷~~~
A couple months passed as it was announced Blue Lock was versing U-20.
Now this was a match you definitely wanted to see.
After all, Isagi would be there. But also, they would be up against U-20, where THE Sae Itoshi would be playing.
You wanted to see if Isagi really improved and kept his promise. And, of course, that could only be proven if the U-20 was defeated.
…
The crowd erupted into roars and cheers as both teams emerged onto the field.
Your eyes immediately scan for a familiar patch of dark blue hair, and once you find him, you notice that he looks more…serious.
Well, I mean who would be serious in a match like this?
Starting off, the U-20 seems to have taken the lead as Blue Lock starts to fall behind.
Soon enough Blue Lock catches up.
You couldn't help but scream with the crowd. This was more exciting than you had anticipated. The final outcome of the game left you feeling anxious. You really hoped Blue Lock would win.
And win they did, with none other than Isagi Yoichi scoring the final goal.
The crowd erupted into cheers as you screamed along with them, overwhelmed with joy.
After the crowd dispersed, you chose to remain in order to meet with Isagi.
After a couple of minutes, you see him emerging from the building. His eyes light up once he sees your figure up ahead.
“Y/n!” Isagi yelled as he ran up to you and embraced you in a tight hug, lifting you off the ground while spinning you around in his arms.
“Im so proud of you Yoichi!” You exclaimed as he spun you around before finally placing you down.
“Did you see that goal Y/n?!” Isagi excitedly spoke as the sparkles in his eyes never faded.
“Mhm! I did Yoichi! You’re amazing!” You nodded, your grin never faltering.
Isagi held a looks of longing in his eyes as he embraced you in yet another hug.
“I missed you so much Y/n.” He whispered as he held you close.
“I missed you too Yoichi.” you breathed out as he held you tightly.
Isagi reluctantly let go before a small blush coated his cheeks.
He looked off to the side before quietly mumbling, “So…did you think about it…?”
You raised an eyebrow at him before finally realizing what he meant.
“Oh, you meant that day at the bus?” You asked as you saw Isagi nervously nod.
…
“Sorry Yoichi…”
Hearing those words made Isagi’s heart drop; it felt like his insides were being twisted.
Did you not feel the same way?
Isagi stood motionless as his face paled. He felt himself grow cold as he replayed your words. Was this really happening?
He stood on the brink of tears for what seemed like an eternity before finally managing to utter a few words, "I understand, Y/n..."
Immediately regretting your actions you began to tell him the truth.
“No no no—i was just playing Yoichi! I feel the same way! I was just getting back at you after what you did on the bus!” You quickly spoke as you began to reassure him.
Isagi released a deep, heavy sigh, feeling a wave of relief wash over him. It turned out that it was all just a playful joke.
Isagi enveloped you in another hug, relief evident in his voice as he spoke, "Thank goodness, Y/n. I was genuinely terrified. You have no idea."
"Yoichi, I'm truly sorry! I promise, I only did it to get back at you," you exclaimed quickly as Isagi let go of the hug and flicked your forehead.
You let out a groan as you held your forehead, “Yoichi what the hell?!”
“I love you Y/n.”
You paused.
The unexpected comment caught you off guard, especially considering he had just playfully flicked your forehead.
Although you didnt hesitate as you replied back.
“I love you too Yoichi.”
~~~🌷~~~
It’s been many years now as you were now living your life with Isagi Yoichi.
In his presence, you experience an unparalleled level of joy that you have never felt before.
He was your other half.
Your Yin and Yang.
Your soulmate.
But you like to believe that it was he who was at the end of the other string.
You were certain that he was the one you were destined to be with. There was no doubt in your mind about it.
The red string intertwined your destinies, uniting the two of you in an unbreakable bond.
Perhaps you were meant to meet him on that bench.
Perhaps you were meant to befriend him.
Perhaps you were meant to fall in love with him.
Either way, the string served as a powerful symbol, intricately weaving your paths together, as if it were written in the stars that your fates were entwined.
The two of you are nothing without each other.
The two of you were meant to be together.
At least, thats what the red string elicited.
a/n: this was rushed omg and I couldn't find a song to match as well😢
HES SO ADORABLE THOOO OMGGGG
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Linktober (Shadow) 2023
Spirit
Welp turns out my exam season throughly steam rolled through my general Linktober plans, so you get this VERY late thing for now folks who find this, at least until I decide whether to continue this until I finish it even though it's no longer Linktober or if I'll make whatever other stories come later their own thing after exam season is over (mostly because the original for this one is my preferred draft, and that I feel the one for the Link/Dark Link prompt would be kind of wasted if it just sat there collecting dust cause I worked hard on the tension and horror there lord darn it, along with a few others mainly involving Fae Hyrule, Twilight, Time, First, among other Links like Legend, Sky, Warriors, just all of the boys, I wanted to give them all proper spotlight and still want to do that in any way I can). Welp. *Downs coffee like a shot* Also really need to find out how to make a Masterlist on mobile, figure out how AO3 works and answer asks.
Anyway, not really any warnings this time besides Reader Not Being Okay (par the course really) and angst.
As always can be read as either romantic or platonic, Reader is gender neutral on purpose, technically is meant to be read as either Hero's Shade Time x Reader or First x Reader mainly, but you can interpret it as any Link really lol
Good reading!
This corner of Faron Woods was quiet this time of year.
The woods were solemn in this Hyrule, the sliver of moonlight barely enough of a guide through the mist, it was silent but for the soft padding of animals through the underbrush and the howl of a wolf in the distance (not Wolfie's, not musical enough). The stars were your only company as you were separated from the group, the air was cold agaisnt your skin as you attempted to find your way.
Being alone in the forests of Hyrule never spelled anything good for anyone, but as you felt the brush of a hand tenderly twined in yours, the ghost of leather and the faint clinking of steel, and a faint glow of pale gold and ivory cutting through the veil of the night, mindful of roots you may trip onto and never flickering too far out of sight you couldn't feel safer, even if instead something like melancholy threatened to lock your throat with the chains of silence, you felt as warm as the soft twilight glow and as frigid as ice, frostburned with the bitter cold of your own warring emotions.
You can't help but chuckle a bit whille holding a old scabbard close to your heart, it's a wry sound, "It's been a while, hasn't it?"
There is no answer, of course there isn't, but you don't mind, you know he'll listen, thorns wrap around your heart and crawl up your throat, the smell of lilies and steel coats and sticks in your throat like honey, or maybe blood, "... I didn't think you'd show up, you know? I always considered the possibility but..." You trail off, you feel something brush your side, you can only see him in the corner of your eyes or with a passing glance, there but not, existing but gone, so you keep your eyes on the road and in the flicker of light, so you carefully don't look to your side, you don't think you could contain the shaking in your heart otherwise, to stare at inevitability and prophecy, "... I know, I know you're fine. At least for now, I apologize for all the trouble I gave you."
'It's alright. It could never be a hardship aiding you.', the voice echoes in your ears, and you swallow thickly, breath hitching, the warmth of the sun in the fields of Hyrule, the wind caressing your hair, the song of the animals in Faron Woods, someone holding you carefully, fondly. The warmth of your hand in his. Not really here, but not gone either, more feeling than true echo.
You chuckle, and try to pretend it's not a bit breathless, something like a wounded keen, "... You're too kind. Too, too kind, thank you."
Spirits in Hyrule never spell anything good, in this wild land of light and shadow in a gestalt of divinity. There are some exceptions though, even if it hurts to witness then. So you follow him through the dark, certain that as you've guided his way once, he'll lead you now to where you need to go.
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... The clearing he leads you to is open, but by no means truly quiet among the trees, there is no peace to be found for the armored skeleton here. You choke on sorrow, on unfinished business, on the cruelty of being brought to ruin and being denied peace, and you stumble towards the familiar figure, almost in a trance as your vision blurs, roots and thorny vines wrap over rusted armor and a thorn cape, the skeleton's void sockets piercing through your soul, illuminated by the solemn gaze of the wretched moon and it's uncaring maids of honor in the stars.
You fall to your knees near the decaying skeleton, biting back against the wounded sound that attempts to leave your throat with enough strenght to bleed, you lay the scabbard by his side with a bouquet of lilies and shiver at the gentle, phantom touch, so soft, so loving it almost leads you to ruin all over again.
'... It's foolish to grieve for someone who isn't gone yet.' the thought comes to you, yet you can't help it. You still hurt for him, you still hold onto the fury at the heavens themselves for denying them quietus. For denying them rest over and over and over again. To watch this cycle and be helpless to stop it all due to the will of uncaring gods.
Alive. Dead. Alive. Dead. Denied full rest over and over again, to watch the chance at rest to the kindest of souls found in this world you found yourself in.
You barely register the touch to your cheek, ephemeral as it is, as you can't help but shed tears, can't help but grieve. Because if you don't, who will?
You know by now that some wounds can never heal, some rifts can never be mended. Even with the guarantee of cyclic, eternal rebirth, some things never return to how they were. And reminding yourself of this inevitability to them will never not hurt, even if you know it's futile to blame anyone but the one god who started this, and maybe the goddess who stood complacent to it. It leaves a bitter taste in your mouth that it'll one day come to this, that the frost of death and the sharpness of pain will leave a mark the sands of time can't scar over.
You reach a trembling hand towards the one in your cheek, try to find catharsis in the remains of decayed, dead yet ever eternal, ever growing love. And you breathe.
'We'll meet again. So do not mourn for me, please.'
You don't think you could deny him if you tried. Not when you know he's trying to soothe you, to thaw your sorrow. To allow your heart's healing to fallow.
"We will, I know. I'm sorry for making you worry." You chuckle, leaning into the cold, trying to brand the memory of the shadowed, but not gone love given to you so you can return it in kind. Just until you meet again, just until you can give all you can to his not yet decomposing self, grasping onto what remains of him, "I love you."
'I love you too. Until we meet again.'
The cold is gone, the echo of love leaves. And you breathe, and pretend you don't feel empty.
(When you see Link again, reuniting with the Chain on the next day's twilight. You hug him as tight as you can, and hope you he doesn't notice the tears in your eyes. And that you don't feel the lingering traces of a frigid embrace.
When no one is looking, you wave goodbye to the shade. And pray he dreams of warmer days until he finds quietus.)
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