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Daisies

His crown is made of daisies, his heart was made for you

Female reader

Ao3 Link

The Princess's knight was one of high pedigree. His father was a royal guard, his father’s father, his grandfather’s father, his family was the royal guard. Royal Guard ran in the man's blood. Which is why you were confused when he gave you a second glance.

You were Princess Zelda's hand maid. Really it was just a title, the Princess rarely needed or wanted help with the things you should do, such as helping her dress, doing her hair, she preferred to do it herself. That was something you admired about the princess; she took her life in her own hands. You were surprised she had heeded her father’s wishes of having an appointed knight.

When you saw the man following closely behind her you were even more surprised. That was Link, the son of Arn, the captain of the Royal Guard. You stepped out of the way of the Princess, bowing your head in the typical sign of respect.

"(y/n), how are you today?" She paused to ask. You lifted your head with a smile.

"I'm well Princess, and you?" You said kindly. She smiled.

"I'm doing very well." You heard a low huff from Link, and Zelda turned to him before rolling her eyes.

"I'm sure you know Link, (y/n)." She spoke. Link nodded his head slightly and you returned the nod with a curtsey.

"I've heard his name spoken, it's a pleasure to meet you." You said. He met your gaze evenly before turning his head away and scanning the corridor you were currently in. He surely was paranoid.

"Well, I should be heading off, have a lovely day." The princess said, turning back down the hall. You watched them go, paying close attention to Link. You wondered how things would change with him around the Princess more often.

***

As the months went on you grew closer to Link. He didn't talk very much, preferring to focus on his task of protecting the princess, but when the Princess was studying the guardians and the ancient technology you could often find him sitting a few feet away in the grass. He was more inclined for company then.

More often than not it was you talking to him, with little response. You would talk about your day, memories of the Princess, of her mother, you had managed to pull his age from him at one point. You had an inkling he was older than 18, but he confirmed he was in fact 20. The same age as you were. He was surprisingly stoic for someone so young, but you supposed that came from having Arn as his father. The man was not an easy one to impress.

"She seems to enjoy this technology." You said, plucking daisies from the grass and twisting them into a crown. You had made one for yourself already, you weren't sure why you were making another. You watched as Link pulled a daisy from the grass, pulling the tie from his hair and shaking it out. He tucked the daisy behind his ear so it nestled in his hair. You reached out tentatively, brushing your fingers through his blonde locks. He scooted back so he was sitting closer to you, pulling another daisy from the grass and handing it to you. You picked up his hint, slightly surprised.

You began to braid daisies into his hair, twisting the braids around the stems of the flowers to create a crown of daisies in his hair. He sat patiently, allowing you to put as many daisies as your heart desired. You looked up to see the Princess examining one of the guardians with Robbie at her side.

"I don't understand why, but it makes her happy." You said as you stopped braiding Lin's hair. It was now full of daisies and small braids. You toyed with the daisy crown you had set in in your lap, looking to Link to see him looking at the crown. He nodded to the crown sitting in your lap before tilting his head towards you. You set the crown atop his head, adjusting it so it was nestled into his blonde hair.

He sat up straight again, adjusting his position to hold his head high, wearing the daisies with pride. He remained silent for the rest of your "conversation," and when the time came for him to accompany the princess into the castle again, he stood carefully to keep the daisy chain on his head. As he walked away he turned back to you, giving you a small smile before following the princess into the building.

It grew from that moment. As you passed each other in the stairwell he would catch your hand, bringing it to his face to inhale the perfume on the inside of your wrist, and press a soft kiss to your knuckles before releasing it and following behind Zelda once again. A quick moment that left with heat burning in your cheeks for the rest of the day.

Sometimes, after the princess was sound asleep in her room, while he was supposed to be keeping watch outside the door, he would come find you. Often you were in the servants’ chambers, washing clothes or dishes, sometimes you would simply be relaxing. You weren't sure how he found the entrances; they were meant to be secret, but you supposed having grown up in the castle he had found nearly every secret there was in the old building.

Often times he would stand behind you, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed while you did you chores. His presence was comforting to you. He was someone to talk to when the other maids and cooks had gone to sleep. You started waiting up later and later for him, hoping he would make it a regular thing to come see you.

And he had. Every night he would come see you. He started coming sooner, staying later each night, walking you to your room to leave a kiss on the back of your hand before disappearing down the hall like a ghost.

"Link has seemed more distracted lately, I'm not sure what's gotten into him." Princess Zelda had said to you one day while you helped her re-organize her closet. She had been given gifts from the champions and wanted to keep them nicely organized. You hummed as you thought of Link, his lips on your skin, how warm his hands were when he held your own, how strong they were yet how soft his touch was.

"I wonder if it's Mipha." The princess mused aloud. You froze for a moment, running your hand over the opal circlet that was a gift from the Zoran champion. You wondered what she could mean.

"(y/n) I'm going to tell you something and you must promise to tell no one." The Princess said, laying across her bed with her chin in her hands as she looked at you. You poked your head out of her closet, giving her a solemn nod.

"I swear on my life Princess, I won't tell a soul." You said as you crossed your heart before disappearing back into the closet to move the Rito dress to a more desirable location.

"Mipha recently told me she made a set of armor for Link." Zelda said, sounding distressed. You tilted your head, wracking your brain. Why did that feel so significant?

"Oh, forgive me, I forget you probably don't know as much about Zora. They are quite secretive." Zelda said. You heard the bed shift before she appeared in the doorway of the closet.

"Zoran Princess's make a set of Zoran armor for their future husbands! To propose!" She exclaimed. At those words you nearly dropped the topaz bracelet Urbosa had gifted the Princess. Propose? To Link? You had met Mipha, you didn't think she was his type, but you knew you couldn't compete with the Zoran champion.

"I don't know what to do (y/n), I love Link I just don't know how to tell him." She said softly. At those words you did drop the bracelet. It landed on the floor with a clatter and you scrabbled to pick it up.

"I'm sorry Princess, I, it slipped." You said, standing and facing her. She took your hands gently in her own.

"It's alright, nothing was damaged." She said. You looked up at her and saw concern painting her features. She placed her hand against your cheek, still holding your hands in one of her own.

"Are you feeling alright? You look pale." She said. She guided you out of the closet, gently taking the bracelet and setting it on her bedside table before leading you to the door.

"You should go rest, you look sick. I can handle the rest of this." She said softly before dismissing you. You bowed your head before stepping out of the door. Link was standing against the door, head turned to look at you as you left the room. He was standing with his feet spaced apart, back straight, arms folded in front of him. He looked strong, you could see why Mipha and the Princess pined for him. You shook your head with tears in your eyes before walking towards the servants’ quarters. You could hear Link's boots on the stone floor. You could imagine him struggling to choose between following you and guarding the princess.

He stayed, in the end. He remained with the princess to fulfill his duty to protect her. But you could have predicted that yourself.

***

That night he came down to the servants’ quarters at the same time as always. You had tried to finish your chores early, so you could avoid him, but he caught you while you were washing up the dishes. You refused to speak to him, to even acknowledge he was standing behind you.

You angrily scrubbed at the plates and bowls, stacking them on the drying rack next to you to dry before they could be replaced. One of the plates slipped out of your hands, breaking into pieces. You reached down to pick up the pieces only to have the palm of your hand sliced open. You let out a hiss and pulled your hand from the water. Great, now you would have to rewash all the plates left in the basin. You examined the cut on your hand that was oozing blood, looking for a towel to press to it.

Link stepped forward, gently taking your hand in his own. You resisted the urge to pull away as he turned your hand palm up, taking the white kerchief from his pocket and wrapping it around your hand and tying a neat little knot on the back of your hand to cover your wound. He lifted your hand to his own, kissing your knuckles again before looking up into your eyes. You swore you could drown in his deep blue eyes. You could drown in him, his presence even.

"Mipha made you a set of armor." You whispered softly as you looked into his eyes. He seemed confused, before it clicked for him. He remained silent.

"And the princess, she has feelings for you as well." You said, pulling your hand away from his and turning back to where the plate had broken, carefully removing the pieces and setting them off to the side.

"You would be a fool to reject either one of them." You said as you continued your work. He was silent behind you, but you could tell he was there by the warmth that radiated from him. You could even tell he had stepped closer, could hear his breaths beside you.

"And I know I can't compete with royalty, so please, just tell me what to expect." You said. You doubted he would speak on the matter. You had sprung this on him so suddenly, he would of course need time to think.

"Should I be prepared for the princess’s wedding, or one of the Zoran princess's?" You asked him. He was silent. You let your shoulders sag. You knew he wouldn't respond, but, you had hoped.

Link reached towards you, gently resting his fingertips on your jaw to turn your head towards him. He moved his hand to rest on your cheek, meeting your gaze. He took your hand, the uninjured one, in his free hand and placed your palm against his chest. You felt his heart beating strong and slow under your fingertips.

"It beats for you." He said. His voice was smooth and comforting, you wished you could listen to him speak all day.

"Don't say that." You said, trying to pull your hand away. Although you didn't resist when Link placed his hand over yours to hold it against his chest.

"Don't say things you don't mean." You whispered. He stroked your cheek with his thumb.

"I'm not a liar, (y/n)." He said. He turned you so he was standing between you and the basin, placing both hands on your cheeks and looking into your eyes. He leaned in, closing the distance between the two of you. You could feel his heartbeat quicken as he leaned in, and you closed your eyes as your lips met. It was electrifying. His lips were soft and gentle, they moved in perfect sync with yours. You found yourself never wanting to pull away from him. He was warm and welcoming, strong, handsome, you could feel yourself being pulled in and you didn't mind.

Finally, when he pulled away you saw him holding a necklace with a diamond set in the center of a silver pendant. You cocked your head as you looked between his face and the necklace. What was it for?

"My mother," he paused, clearing his throat, "my mother told me to give this to the one who made me happy." He said, taking one end of the chain in each hand, offering to place it around your neck.

"She told me to give it to the one who made me laugh, who made me smile, who made me feel safe." He said. You turned around, and he expertly clasped the necklace behind your neck, letting the pendant rest against your chest.

"That's you." He said. You turned back around and placed your hand back against his chest. His heart was beating rapidly, you could almost hear it in the quiet room.

"What about the Princess? Or Mipha?" You asked in confusion as you touched the silver pendant.

"They're my friends," He said, "but you, I will love you until I die." He placed his hands on either side of your face, stroking your cheek with his thumb as he met your gaze evenly.

"And I will keep loving you until I'm forgotten." You rested your head against him, hearing his heart beating in his chest. You stood there with him for a moment, absorbing everything that had just been said.

When you finally pulled away, his face was concerned. He opened his mouth to speak, taking a deep breath.

"Tomorrow, the Princess is going to the Spring of Wisdom at Mount Lanayru." He said, running his hands up and down your arms, squeezing your biceps like he was making sure you were real.

"I'm aware, she told me last week." You said, confusion evident in your voice.

"Listen to me." He held your shoulders, looking earnestly into your eyes.

"When she leaves, sneak down to the stables, take a horse. A fast horse." He said. Now you were thoroughly confused, what was he talking about?

"Look at me (y/n), please. Run to Hateno village. There's a house over a bridge, it's mine, please stay there." He said. Was he asking you to run away with him?

"Link what are you talking about?" You asked. He pursed his lips, letting out a breath as his eyebrows furrowed.

"I have a bad feeling about tomorrow. Please, stay as far away from the castle as you can." He begged before pulling you into his chest for another hug. You felt him press his lips against your temple. You nodded against his chest, and finally felt him relax.

"I promise I'll come for you." He said. "When it's safe."

***

There was a picture on the sheikah slate. One that didn't make sense to him. He stood near the remains of the guardian he had just destroyed, avoiding the eye of the sky watchers as he looked to the clump of weeds and brambles near the building, where he had been sitting.

In the picture it was sunny. The sun shone on his back; he could feel the warmth emanating from the photo. He knew the location, remembered Zelda's routine of studying the guardians in the same area he was standing now. But, the girl. He didn't remember her.

In the photo he was sitting in the grass with his back to a girl of about his age. She had (h/c) hair and nimble hands. He had his eyes closed with a soft smile on his face while she braided daisies into his hair, with a crown of daisies sitting in her lap and a matching one on her head.

Something about the picture was familiar, calming, it made his heart beat faster and his palms sweat, but why? Why did it make his knees weak and make him wish he could go back, more than any of the other photos on the slate?

He took a step forward, digging through the bramble and finding a single white daisy growing hidden, tucked away from this evil in a safe thicket. He pulled it from the ground, inhaling the sweet scent of the flower. With that smell, everything came flooding back to him as it hit him like a guardian laser.

You.

He remembered you. He remembered the smell of your perfume, your soft skin against his own when he held your hands, coming to see you every night, stolen kisses in the stairwells and hidden corners. He remembered the night he gave you his mother’s necklace, telling you he would love you until he was forgotten. He remembered taking you to his bed that night and loving you until the sun peeked over the horizon.

He remembered the day he felt himself falling for you. The day in this picture, the day you braided daisies into his hair and placed a crown on his head, talking to him as if he wasn't the Princess's knight. As if he was nothing more than your friend, another Hylian who couldn't be plucked from a crowd of 100 instead of the Hylian champion.

He remembered your patience with him when he refused to speak. How you would watch his face closely for reactions rather than words as you spoke. He felt longing wash over him as his chest ached. It ached like he was dying again, it ached the way it did when he realized each of the champions was dead, but it hurt worse than that. He turned, leaping onto his horses back and turning it down the path away from the castle, riding straight to Hateno village.

***

You were working on chores around Link's small house when you looked down the hill and saw the white horse run wildly through the village. You shook your head. Sometimes the traveling merchants were in too much of a hurry to be cautious of the children around the village. You let out a sigh, dusting the photos on the night stand off while you toyed with the necklace sitting against your chest.

Purah had used you as a guinea pig for her anti-aging technology. It had worked on you, turning you back exactly 100 years. But on Purah, she had used more because she was older than you, but it had turned her into a six-year-old physically. You had laughed that day, for the first time in a while you laughed.

You opened the door with a basket full of clothes with the intention of washing them in the pond behind the stable. You closed the door behind you, turning to walk around the house. You froze in your tracks when you saw a man in a red tunic and brown pants standing in the field, stroking the nose of the black horse you had in the pasture with his back to you. You noticed the same white horse that had torn through town and huffed. Now the merchants had gone too far. You set the basket on the corner of the fence and wiped your hands on your pants before approaching him.

"Excuse me? You do realize you're on private property?" You called. He didn't turn to you, instead continuing to pet the horse. You huffed and stormed towards him. Your horse lifted his head, snorting with his ears pricked forward towards the man. What had gotten into him? You opened your mouth to speak again, only to be rendered speechless when the man turned to face you.

Standing in front of you, with his soft blue eyes and warm smile, was Link. Link, the same age as the day the calamity fell, with a single white daisy tucked behind his ear.

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Hi!! I’m starting to write Star Wars fanfic specifically kyloxrey but I wanna be in the community more any people you can recommend I follow

hi beautiful!!!

I don’t ship Reylo so I don’t follow many of those writers so a good idea would be to go into the tag and follow people from there. You gotta find a good pocket of people to talk to, here are some of my fav people who either write Kylo or just blog about him.

@kylorengarbagedump @kylorenspersonalslut @faestae-writes @kathorax @kylosbrickhousebody @thirst-order-confessions-renewed @bastila-ren @empressrenwrites @ben-solo

There are more but these are the first that come to mind. 

love you!

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EMPRESSRENWRITES HAS MOVED

Hey loves! It’s me Empress, I have moved to Let-Love-Run-Red, same as my AO3 handle! Everything is still there, so don’t fret!

@let-love-run-red is my new blog

#empressrenwrites #moved #blog move #let-love-run-red

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Muse Food & My Fics

However long ago when I created this tumblr it was with the intent of sharing the imagines I’d been writing and posting on Instagram (under the same handle) here. A quick scroll through my Archive and I never posted one :-/ 

My relationship with writing has suffered in the last few years. I lost all will to read or write after my first bout of depression. It was actually imagines that got me reading again and ultimately writing again. Bout #2 + life circumstances changing snatched everything from me again. 

But yet again, it is the fandoms that saved me. Leading up to “The Last Jedi” I found myself spending more and more time on tumblr and Ao3 and more and more time mentally with the men of Star Wars. Suddenly my MIA muse began fluttering about again. Random little ideas or scenes scribbled out on edges of paper. The edges of paper turned into a legal pad, which turned into a full notebook...

Last week I reached the final page in said notebook and began a second. For the first time in five/six years I’ve even found myself writing out little scenes or wishing my muse could focus long enough for me to freaking write. But I’m trying to learn from past mistakes - I don’t want to put pressure on myself (Muse Killer #1); so, my muse is throwing around ideas like pollen in Spring but I don’t want to pressure myself...what’s a lass to do?

I have met and followed/stalked some amazing writers on tumblr and AO3, ones that could probably slaughter some of the ideas I’ve had and turn them into masterpieces...but I’m not a huge fan of making requests. I’ve been there, the pressure and incessant selfishness that comes with accepting requests (Muse Killer #2) was one of the things that made me fall out of love with writing. 

That said...I’ve been offering what I’ve called “Muse Food” around tumblr and AO3 - little ideas that I offer with no strings attached. Maybe the writer’s muse finds the idea yummy and takes it and makes it their own, maybe it ends up the untouched dish at a pot luck.

Thinking on all of this, I’m curious what writers - those I’ve read and those I’ve yet to discover - think about maybe posting some of my ideas on here where hopefully they will nourish your muses and I’ll get to see how folks interpret the ideas and make them their own. Equally, I could perhaps help generate some reading material for myself as I struggle through life at the moment (to give some context, my life is split between a crazy work schedule, being a full-time caretaker for condition unknown for my beloved Nana who took me in and raised me, and then my own health). Needless to say, I count on fiction as my life escape! 

Please tag your favorite/fellow writers and let’s see if this is something I should start doing. 

Random sampling of my favorite authors:

@i-said-goddameron | @theysentushope | @reality-imagined | @rebel-scum-stuff | @bae-b-8-imagines | @thirst-order-confession | @kboogie09 | @bitsandbobsandstuff | @captainrogerss | @empressrenwrites | @floral-and-fine | @propertyofpoeandbucky | @shenanigans-and-imagines | @queenofslytherin71 | @imaginestartrek | @lucilleshusband | @outside-the-government | @starshiphufflebadger | @kittenofdoomage | @tintinwrites | @dearlazerbunny

That first journal the statistics are under the cut.

Fandom | Star Wars

Poe Dameron - 40 Ideas

Kylo Ren/Ben Solo/Solo Triplets - 9 Ideas

Armitage Hux - 4 Ideas

Reylo - 2 Ideas

Sorry Finn fans, I look at him and squee at his cinnamon roll-ness and kind of coo over him like a little brother so no muse ideas yet. 

Fandoms | Adam Driver

Logan Lucky | Clyde - 3 Ideas

BlacKkKlansman | Flip - 3 Ideas 

Fandom | Marvel

Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier/White Wolf - 26 Ideas

Captain America/Steve Rogers - 8 Ideas 

Doctor Strange/Stephen Strange - 1 Idea

Venom/Eddie Brock (2018 Movie) - 1 Idea

Real Person Inspired

Chris Evans - 1 Idea

Sebastian Stan - 1 Idea

I’m not a huge fan of RPF, I was for a bit, I even wrote some, but it was always in the mentality of looking at said person in a character-light and not in a person-light. These ideas could probably be tweaked to work with characters. 

Fandom | Star Trek (Kelvin Timeline/AOS)

Doctor Leonard “Bones” McCoy (Karl Urban) - 8 Ideas

Fandom | The Walking Dead

Negan - 1 Idea

The craziest part, I’ve never even seen an episode of TWD. I’ve not read any of the comics either. But you freaking writers and your amazing fics got me sucked in!

Fandom | Undefined

19 Ideas 

#muse food #star wars #marvel #star trek aos #writers

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My love for Kylo Ren has been reawakened by a simple tiktok edit???

Credit: Vibecaptain on Tiktok

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Connected

Two souls connected by the Goddess Hylia. One cannot exist without the other, one cannot die without the other.

Female Reader

Ao3 Link

You felt it as soon as he fell. You had been holding the guardians back while he and Zelda ran. He had the master sword after all, he was the best suited to protect her. So you offered yourself as a sacrifice to distract the ancient machinery.

Then the guardians had gone still. The cursed light went out, the claws fell, and you lowered your sword as your chest heaved. You stood upright, still holding your shield. That's when you felt it. Your world had crumbled around you as your heart ached.

Link.

Somehow the two of you were bonded to one another. Your souls were connected, as though a thread spun by the Goddess herself connected you to him. You ran in the direction Link had taken the princess. You ran as fast as your legs could carry you, calling out for them as you did. Your chest heaved and your lungs burned, but you wouldn't stop until you found them. And when you finally did, you felt the string snap.

There was Zelda, on the ground, her back towards you. You could just see the top of Link's head around her torso. You let out a choked cry, stumbling towards the two of them. You collapsed on your knees next to Zelda and looked to your side at her. Her face was shocked, no doubt from seeing the tears streaming down your face.

You reached for Link, running your hand over his hair and wishing with everything in your being that he would open his eyes, that he would smile at you the way he did after every night you shared, that the warmth of the connection would come back. You felt cold, empty, now that the string had snapped between the two of you. You felt lonely, for the first time in your life it was a feeling of complete and utter, loneliness.

Zelda looked at you, moving her arm and scooting away. She had seen the bond you had with the champion, and she knew that no matter her feelings for Link, she couldn't hold a flame to you in his eyes. You took Link from her, holding him against your chest as you sobbed. You wished more than anything that you could hear his laugh again. One more time.

"Princess!" The guards called. You looked up to see Zelda on her feet, addressing the guards who had run to the trio. You pressed your forehead against Link's own, your nose resting beside his. You held him for what felt like hours, but was only a few seconds, when you felt a puff of breath against your cheek. You pulled back in surprise, looking down at Link. His eyelashes fluttered, and you placed your hand under his nose to feel another shallow breath.

"Zelda!" You shouted, addressing her by her name for the first time since you had been appointed knight alongside Link. She whirled around to look at you as you stood to your feet, bringing Link with you in your arms.

"He's alive!" You shouted, stepping towards her. She rushed back to you, and you gestured for her to check his pulse on his neck. She did and blinked in surprise before turning back to the guards.

"Ride ahead, take Purah and prepare the shrine of resurrection." She commanded. You let out a shrill whistle, listening for the familiar sound of hoof beats. You turned with Link in your arms to see the large gray draft horse galloping towards you. You laid Link over the saddle as the horse came to a stop, patting the gelding's neck before hauling yourself up and onto the horse's rump behind the saddle. You slid forward into the seat, adjusting Link so he was laying across your lap, You quickly looped a rope from the saddle bag under his belt, then around your waist as an extra assurance he would stay on with you.

"(y/n) wait!" Zelda called. You looked down to see her on her white mare, riding towards you from where she had been with one of the guards following her closely on their own horse.

"You need the Sheikah Slate to access the shrine." You huffed as your horse swished his tail. He could sense your urgency on his back, and you knew as soon as you touched him with your heels he would explode in a gallop and you could be at the great plateau and up the path in under an hour.

"Princess I-" Before you could finish, Zelda held the slate out to you, taking your wrist and pressing the slate into your palm.

"Take care of him." She said. You slipped the slate into your saddlebag and nodded. She returned your nod with a bow of her head, dismissing you. You took the horses reins in your hands, turning him down the path that would take you to the great plateau.

You turned and smacked the horse's rump while tapping his sides with your heels. The horse let out a sharp whinny, leaping forward in gallop down the trail. You patted his neck again, whispering words of encouragement as he ran. You only prayed he would be fast enough to get there, before Link was truly gone.

**

As your horse approached the shrine of resurrection you worked on untying the rope around your waist. You dropped it back in your bag before sliding off your horse when he came to a slow walk at the entrance to the shrine. You pulled the Shiekah slate from the bag, then pulled Link off the horse. You walked towards the shrine to see Purah standing at the entrance. She looked surprised to see you in place of Zelda, but didn't question it as you marched into the shrine with determination.

"(y/n) who is guarding the princess?" The guard with Purah asked.

"One of the castle guards." You said, kneeling next to the pool of water and gently laying Link in the glowing liquid. The guard cleared his throat and you whipped around to glare at him.

"Forgive me, but you and Master Link were her appointed knights. You deserted the princess." He said. You pulled your lips back in a snarl.

"Are you saying the royal guards are incompetent at protecting the princess?" You hissed, "Or that the princess, who has unlocked the power to seal the darkness, is incapable of protecting herself?" You stood, approaching the stand where the Shiekah slate had to be in order to activate the shrine. You placed the slate in the hole, stepping towards the guard.

"Because I assure you, the Princess will be fine if she is without her-" Before you could finish your sentence you felt a sharp pull in your chest, pulling you towards the pool in the shrine. Your throat constricted on nothing as you felt the breath being sucked from your lungs.

"(Y/n)?" Purah asked, stepping towards you. You reached out a hand, setting it on her shoulder as she supported you.

"Purah what's happening?" You asked as your knees buckled. Purah came to the ground with you, laying you on the cold floor of the shrine.

"I-I, I'm not sure, In all my readings it never stated the shrine had an adverse effect on others!" Purah said examining you closely and looking towards where Link lay in the shrine. You felt your vision fading to black, the warmth of sleep overcoming you and dragging you down, down, down, into unconsciousness.

***

"What happened?" Zelda asked as she entered the shrine. Purah stood from your body, looking to the princess.

"Princess, I don't know. I, the only thing I can think of is something written in the texts that pre-date even the divine beasts. And the divine texts say it's only been seen once in the shrine!" Purah said as Zelda knelt beside you. She placed a hand on your chest feeling your heart beating strong under her fingertips.

"She's not dead." Zelda said, just as confused as Purah was.

"What was it Purah? What did the texts say?" She asked, turning to the scholar.

"It had only happened once," Purah said, stepping forward and resting a hand on Zelda's shoulder.

"Long ago the Goddess Hylia had bounded two souls together to protect Hyrule One cannot live without the other. They were supposed to stay bonded until the end of the world as we know it, but one of them died too soon." Purah said, glancing between your body and Link's.

"The one who passed was taken to the shrine of resurrection, and the counterpart fell into a deep sleep until the resurrected soul awakened." She said. Zelda looked up.

"It's them." She said. Purah gave her a confused look.

"How can you be so sure princess?" She asked.

"I can feel it. I carry the Goddess in my blood Purah, Link and (y/n), are the two bonded souls." Zelda said.

There was nothing else that could explain the connection the two of you had. It was as if you had known what was happening in Link's head at all times. She could see the way you had gravitated towards each other. It was why she had appointed two knights rather than one. She could sense that without you by his side, Link's skill would be a fraction of what it could be. You pushed each other to be the greatest, and working together you could defeat anything.

Which is why Zelda knew you both had to remain in the shrine, until it was time for you to wake once more.

"They will need each other when they wake." She said, turning to Purah.

"If one cannot exist without the other, they must defeat Ganon together." Zelda said as she stood. Purah nodded solemly. With a nod from Zelda the guard stepped forward, lifting your form and placing you in the shallow water next to Link. If you were to survive you would need the life force from the shrine as well.

As the group walked out of the shrine Zelda looked to the cloud of black smoke surrounding the castle in the distance, and took a deep breath.

"It's time for me to do my part. Until they wake." Zelda said, approaching her mare. Purah exchanged a glance with the guard, knowing exactly what the princess meant.

*****

You woke from your sleep first. You blinked yourself awake, feeling cold to your bones. You took a deep breath as you looked around, your muscles still paralyzed. Something was familiar about this place, but you couldn't place what it was. You tried wiggling your toes, feeling them shift slightly. Good, everything still worked.

It took a moment before you were able to sit upright. The glowing blue water streamed from your hair as you sat up, soaking into your clothes. You put a hand to your head, feeling a stirring deep in your chest. It was a familiar sensation, one that brought you comfort. You watched the water ripple and looked to your side to see a face that, seemed familiar. But you couldn't remember why.

It was a male Hylian, and as he sat up and opened his cerulean blue eyes to look into your own (e/c) ones, you felt a shockwave run through your body. He must have felt the same, because he jumped with you. You reached out, gently touching his face. He looked between your eyes and your hand as you rested it against his cheek.

"Link?" You asked, memories flooding back to you. Memories of him, rolling through fields of grass with him as you laughed, riding horses through the town, linking your fingers together as you walked through a small village where nobody knew your names. You remembered nights spent at the same inn, sharing a bed. You remembered waking up next to him in a bed with nothing between the two of you. You remembered how it felt to kiss him in the rain, water streaming down your backs and under your shirts and soaking your hair to your heads.

"(Y/n)?" He said. You nodded with a smile. He remembered it too.

"I can't hear you." He said, his voice hoarse. You tilted your head in confusion. What did he mean?

"What are you talking about?" You asked, pulling back from him. The water began draining from the shrine pool around you, sucking itself from your clothes and hair.

"What did you say?" Link asked. You felt your shoulders fall. You raised your hands experimentally, signing your next words while you spoke them.

Do you remember me? You signed. Link watched your hands and nodded.

"I remember you." He spoke. You pulled him in for a hug, feeling him bury his face in your neck as you took a fistful of his shirt, tangling your other hand in his loose hair.

"We loved each other once." He whispered against your skin. You pulled away, signing to him while you spoke.

"Do we still love each other?" You asked him. He looked into your eyes before taking your face in his hands, running his thumb over your cheek. He closed his eyes, leaning in to you. You mirrored his actions, feeling his soft lips connect with your own. It felt like fire burning through your veins when you kissed him. You felt like you could do anything, and when he pulled away and you opened your eyes to meet his, they glowed.

"I think so." He responded.

****

King Rhoam had waited for this day. He watched from his spot on the hillside as Link stumbled from the shrine. It had been 100 years since the day you had placed him in the shrine. The king hadn't expected it to take this long, but he supposed the shrine not only had to restore Link's life force, but keep you alive as well.

Link looked off to the distance, examining the swirling cloud around the castle. His daughter's power was draining, the King knew this, she was growing tired after 100 years of holding back the darkness. He hoped you and Link would hurry to her.

Link turned back to the shrine, running back towards it and emerging with you leaning heavily against him. He guided you out of the shrine onto the soft grass before you collapsed to the ground. Link sat with you, each of you holding the other's hands tightly as you looked to the castle.

Rhoam looked to where the two of you sat, clinging to each other as you shivered in the night air. Link was speaking in hushed tones while you signed to him.

Soon, the two of you would make your way down the hill. Soon King Rhoam would have to explain your destiny. Soon he would have to send you off the relative safety of the plateau, straight into the maw of Calamity Ganon.

For now, he thought, watching the two of you. How you pressed your foreheads together, holding each other as if the other were life itself, for now he could leave you be.

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Back to you

Female reader

Ao3 link

He had stopped in Hateno village to speak with Purah about upgrading his Sheikah slate. It was busy, with children running around, no doubt laughing jouously. He wished he could hear it. That was what he missed the most. The sound of laughter, the sounds of joy. But the shrine had to take something in exchange for the life he was given.

He was riding the large black horse from the Taobab Grasslands through town, he still hadn't thought of a name to register him under at the stables. It wasn't a problem, there was only one like him in Hyrule. Secretly Link had named him Fritter. He was looking to the side at the general store when a pair of children darted between the horses large hooves. The horse jumped backwards, and before Link could react he felt the back of his head connect with somehting hard before he tumbled from the horses back.

It was fuzzy for awhile after that, but the first thing he remembered clearly after that was your face. Your beautiful face, your shining (h/c) hair and your (e/c) eyes looking at him with concern. Your lips were moving but you were speaking too fast, he hadn't mastered lip reading fully yet. He looked at you in confusion, shaking his head. You paused, sitting back on your knees and signing to him.

You signed to him!

Can you hear me? You had asked, in perfect Hylian sign! And you had spoken the words slowly so he could read your lips too. He quickly sat up, signing back in response.

You sign? He signed with excitement, the movements were sloppy and imperfect, he was shocked that someone besides he and the rest of the Sheikah spoke Hylian sign. You had nodded with a grin.

Are you mute? You had asked, speaking the words again, he assumed it was because he hadn't confirmed he was deaf yet.

No, He made the motion. It was one of the first phrases Purah had taught him when she realized. I'm deaf. He touched the base of his ear, then just below his lips. You had nodded, signing back to him.

I'm sorry I didn't realize. You paused, as if thinking about the next signs. Are you ok? You asked him, concern still painting your features. He smiled and nodded. You stood from the ground, offering him your hand. Link took it and you pulled him to his feet.

That's how it had started. He made sure to stop by in Hateno village more often. He told Purah it was because Hateno was the best place to get fresh milk, but she wasn't naïve. She had connected the dots. The innkeepers daughter comes back from traveling the lands, and suddenly the hero of Hyrule spent more and more time in town.

The two of you would have long conversations in sign, signing so fast your hands were a blur and the words bounced off trees and across the fields, he would sit with you all day, watching you speak. He would tell you stories, and oh he had so many! Purah had heard them all, so had Robbie, but you hadn't and he wanted to tell you everything you could physically remember.

He had bought the old house across the bridge. He remembered you saying you didn't want it torn down, so he bought it, and worked to fix it up, and he had to admit it was nice to have a bed of his own. There was even a stable for his horse! It was a little small, but you had helped him fix the stable so it didn't matter.

He had shown you the house proudly when it was finished. You had looked in awe at the house, the paintings, the displays on the walls, the little window upstairs where you could see the big black horse from, reaching over the fence to sneak apples off the tree. You had turned to hug him. He was startled at first. Yes the two of you had hugged each other before, but this somehow felt different. He wrapped his arms around you as you leaned into him, burying your face in his blue shirt. He rested his head against yours, taking in the scent of your shampoo. He felt his heart squeeze in his chest when you pulled away, but why?

Are you staying? You asked him. His face fell. He pursed his lips and cleared his throat, trying to push past the lump that had formed at your question.

I can't. He had signed. Your face fell in response and he signed quickly, trying hopelessly to cheer you up.

But I promise I'll be back! He signed rapidly, large motions that your had to whip your head to follow.

I'll stay when I finish, I promise. He signed again. He tried to continue, but you had gently taken his hands and held them in front of you. He knew this moment was quiet, intimate, looking in your eyes he could feel that.

"Promise?" He read your lips. He nodded intensely. He didn't think there was a force in Hyrule that could keep him from you, not even the calamity.

And he had come back. After the Calamity was defeated he returned to Hateno village, bruised and bloodied on the black horse, crossing the bridge to see you sweeping out the small house. You dropped the broom when you saw him, running towards him with a smile on your face.

That was the moment he knew he loved you. He had felt it before, the twinge in his chest when he saw you, but the moment he slid from the horses back to catch you in his arms, sweeping you off the ground as you jumped for him, was the moment he knew he wanted to be with you for the rest of his life.

It had been ten years since that day. A fact he was painfully reminded of when someone rather small jumped on his back with all 90 pounds of their weight. He let out a huff and a groan, feeling his daughter sit on his back to shove at his shoulder. She reached down and brushed his hair away from his face, signing about three inches in front of his face. He smirked before reaching behind him, placing his hand on her back before rolling over and pulling her into a hug. He felt her small form shake with laughter when he released her.

mom told me to wake you up for breakfast she signed, still a little clumsy with the finer movements. Link nodded, signing back.

So you had to attack me? He signed, with mock hurt on his face. His daughter smiled widely as she nodded, displaying her missing front tooth she'd been so proud of. She lost it when she fell down the hill outside the field. Link smiled back at her, signing again.

Well now I get to attack you too He said, sitting up quickly and pulling her in for another hug, growling playfully as he ruffled her hair. She pushed against his chest before he let her go and she tumbled back on the bed. She looked at him and laughed before jumping off the bed and running back down the stairs to the kitchen.

Link swung his legs over the bed and stretched, letting out a yawn before he stood. He felt his back ache in that familiar, thrown-by-a-lynel-one-too-many-times way and winced. He looked over the railing to the kitchen below, watching you wrangle your daughter into her seat with a laugh. You signed to her as you spoke, as you always did, to teach her the language and so he could understand.

He made his way down the stairs, approaching you from behind and wrapping his arms around your middle. He felt your chest rumble with a light chuckle as he kissed your cheek before sitting in his chair, between you and his daughter. His little family.

Did you sleep well? You signed to him, speaking it for your daughter before taking your own plate and scooping a spoonful of simmered fruits onto it. He nodded with a smile.

Breakfast looks good, thank you. He signed back. He reached to take a few slices of boar bacon and his daughter tapped his arm. Her hand was tiny against his large forearm, and he felt his protective instincts surge when he saw it, the way they usually did around his family. He looked to her to see her signing the same phrase she always did.

Dad can we ride Fritter today? She signed, finger spelling the horse's name. Link smiled, setting his plate down in front of him before signing back.

Did you do your school work? He asked with a raised eyebrow. She rolled her eyes and her body drooped in disappointment. She signed without looking up

Not all of it. The signs were slow, and Link could tell she was disappointed. Link reached over, using his hand to gently lift her face and signing for her,

Ask mom. Her face broke into a grin as she turned to you, mouth moving as she spoke. Link shook his head with a smile. She forgot to sign it sometimes, when speaking to you, but he could usually figure out what she was saying. He didn't have to know what was being said at all times, but, it was nice to understand his family.

If you promise to do it after you're done. You said, mouth moving as you signed. Her little face scrunched up in glee as she swung her feet. Link smiled, taking a bite of the omelet you had made. You tapped the table to get your daughters attention, and signed one more thing.

And don't forget your signs. You said. You daughter nodded, placing her fist against her chest and making two clockwise circles.

Sorry. She signed. Link licked his thumb, reaching over and wiping a smudge from her cheek. She pushed him away with a scowl before signing.

Dad! Her movements were exaggerated to convey her annoyance. Link held his hands up in surrender before taking another bite of his breakfast.

Once everyone was finished eating, your daughter stood from her seat and cleared her plate. She ran to the space under the stairs where the tack was stored, grabbing the large bridle for Fritter. It was all she could lift, it weighed almost half of what she did. She struggled to sign with one hand to Link as she ran out the door.

I'm going to catch him! Before Link could sign back, she was out the door and out to the field. He let out a chuckle, feeling it move through his chest before turning to you. You smiled softly, placing your hands on his shoulders and pulling him in for a kiss. It was soft and tender.

Be careful with her. You signed when you pulled away. He smiled, signing as he walked up the stairs.

I'm always careful with her. He finished the last sign as he reached the top step and glanced out the window to see her standing on the fence, the large horse standing next to the wooden posts with a mouthful of grass and flowers. Link hummed to himself as she laid across his back, taking a fistful of the red mane as she struggled to swing her leg over his back.

Link shook his head as he changed out of his pajama pants and put on an old shirt. Not the champions tunic, the day for that had come and passed. The comfortable tunic you had bought him as a gift for your anniversary. The fabric was soft and light, perfect for the calm weather in Hateno village. He sat on the bed, reaching under the side table and pulling his boots on. When he'd finished lacing them he stood, looking out the window again. Fritter was standing still in the field, no matter how much his daughter tried to get her to move.

Link thanked his stars for that horse, one he could trust his family on, that had brought him back to you safely. He walked down the stairs, kissing your forehead quickly before grabbing the large saddle from under the stairs and walking out the door, into the field to spend time with his daughter.

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[let-love-run-red]

Link Masterlist

💕 - Contains smut

One Shots

Daisies

Back to you

Connected

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[let-love-run-red]

Golden Father

ART BELONGS TO DELICATE-WOLF16 ON DEVIANTART

Female reader insert

AO3 Link

It was one of the rare mornings you got to wake up naturally, without an alarm clock ringing or your boyfriend waking up first. You opened your eyes with a yawn. Garcello was asleep with his back to you and the covers pushed down to his waist. His hair was messy and splayed across the pillow. You listened to his snores and smiled. There was nobody you would rather wake up next to.

The door to your room swung open and you heard a set of scampering feet run into the room giggling. You sat up quickly, holding out your hand and leaning over in a futile attempt to keep the young boy from jumping onto the bed. He landed on Garcello's side and Garcello let out a muffled groan.

"Adrien." You said firmly. He smiled and laid down in front of his father and tucked his head under Garcello's chin. Garcello looped his arm around the small boy and pulled him closer to his chest while he cleared his throat.

"He's alright." Garcello said. His voice was gruff from sleep. He rolled over, pulling his son with him and dropping him on the bed between the two of you.

Six years ago your son had been born at 1 in the morning on a Tuesday. You hadn't been due for another 10 weeks so when you woke Garcello up to tell him your water broke he was panicked. He had chewed through a straw on the way to the hospital. He had stopped smoking around you when you told him you were pregnant and stopped smoking when Adrien was a baby, but once he weas old enough he picked it up again. Adrien had been in the hospital in the NICU until his original due date. Garcello was understandably protective of his son.

"How many times have we said don't jump on dad?" You said. Adrien smiled and giggled and Garcello scooped him against his chest. He growled playfully and pretended to bite Adrien's cheeks while he laughed, pushing against his arms.

"Dad!" Adrien said as Garcello squeezed him. Garcello let out a deep laugh and let him go. Adrien, stayed pressed against Garcello's chest. Adrien had always been preferred his father, and Garcello adored it. He loved it when Adrien would climb into his lap in the evenings to watch a movie and fall asleep on his chest. He had always wanted to be a dad.

Adrien curled up against Garcello's chest, tucking his head under Garcello's chin and holding a fist full of Garcello's white T-shirt. Garcello rested his hand on Adrien's back, rubbing it gently. He reached up and smoothed down Adrien's dark hair, the same color as Garcello's natural hair. Adrien snuggled closer against his father and Garcello smiled.

"Mommy what are we doing today?" Adrien asked, peering at you over Garcello's forearm. You sat up slightly and held yourself up with your elbow, looking to Garcello. He was holding Adrien contentedly with his eyes shut as he slowly fell back asleep.

"Oh I don't think we'll do much." You said. Adrien huffed.

"It's not a special day or anything." You said with a sly smile. Garcello raised an eyebrow and cracked one eye open as Adrien stirred against his chest with a small whine.

"Momma," Adrien said, holding Garcello's arm.

"What baby?" You said, still smiling.

"Mom it is a special day!" He said, laying across you. You let out a small huff.

"Oh? What day is it? Saturday?" You asked, looking at him.

"It is Saturday but it's my birthday!" Adrien exclaimed. You smiled down at him.

"No you had one last year." You said. "You turned five, Dad took you to the pool." You said. You remembered that day vividly. Garcello had walked in the door an hour after the pool closed with his son sleeping in his arms, the pool bag slung over his shoulder, both towels around his neck and the worst sunburn he'd ever gotten. But he was smiling the entire time he put his son to bed and told you all about the fun they had at the pool while you slathered him in aloe.

"I get a birthday every year mom." Adrien piped up.

"No that doesn't seem fair." Garcello said. Adrien twisted his head to look up at Garcello and reached up to tug on a lock of Garcello's teal hair.

"It is fair dad." He said. Garcello kissed his sons forehead and Adrien smiled softly.

"Hm, I'm not sure," You said as you ruffled Adrien's hair. "What do you want to do today bud?" You asked.

"Waffles!" Adrien cried, sitting up quickly and headbutting Garcello in the nose. Garcello rolled backwards, bringing his hand to his face with a groan. Adrien turned around and pressed his palms flat on Garcello's chest.

"I'm sorry dad!" He said, trying to pull Garcello's hand away from his face. Garcello set his opposite hand on Adrien's head and chuckled.

"I know bud you're alright." He said. Adrien laid his head on Garcello's chest and you chuckled.

"Should we make some waffles then boys?" You asked. They both nodded and you stood up, grabbing one of Garcello's T-shirts from the dresser to put on over your tank top. Adrien rolled off the bed and landed on the ground with a thump. Garcello swung his legs over the side to stand and stretch.

"Come on buddy." He said, reaching down to Adrien's level. Adrien took Garcello's hand and Garcello lifted him off the floor to set him on his feet.

***

You opened the door and Garcello walked through it holding Adrien in his arms. He had fallen asleep in the car on the way home from the amusement park and wouldn't wake up long enough to walk into the house. You tried to wake him up, you knew it hurt Garcello's back to carry him, but he had insisted.

"Babe it's alright, I got him." He said when you reached to take Adrien from him. He carried him to his room and set Adrien in his bed. He grabbed his pajamas, waking him gently and helping him get ready for bed before tucking him in. You followed behind Garcello, kissing Adrien on his forehead before closing his door and walking to your bedroom.

Garcello was sitting on the bed in just his boxers, one hand on his chest while he stretched his shoulder. He pulled his shoulders back to stretch his chest and grimaced before letting out a cough. He still smoked sometimes, but he limited it to outside when his son wasn't around.

"Are you alright?" You asked He sighed and nodded, standing up to hug you. He had developed a bit of a dad bod since the Adrien was born. He didn't have as much time to work out and as he cut back on smoking his appetite returned. He hated, it, he always said he needed to get back in shape, but you loved it. You loved him no matter what he looked like, no matter what shape he was in. You rubbed his back and pressed a kiss to his bare chest.

"You're a good dad." You said. He huffed and you looked up at him.

"You are Garcello. Adrien adores you." You said. His dad wasn't in the picture, he had never had a father figure and always panicked that he would have no idea how to raise his son. But he had excelled from day one. Watching him walk around the park today with Adrien sitting high on his shoulders had done something to you.

"Maybe we should have another one?" You suggested, kissing Garcello's shoulder. He chuckled and looked down at you. He wouldn't ever refuse the process that it took to have a baby, but he could barely keep up with Adrien when he was born. His chest got tight if he played too rough, or chased him too long.

"We could, or." He rested his hands on your hips and the two of you slowly swayed with each other.

"We could get married?" He suggested. You tilted your head and stopped swaying. He swallowed heavily.

"Garcello," You paused, "are you, proposing?" He cleared his throat, walking over to his night stand and opening the drawer. He pulled out a small velvet box and played with it in his hands as he walked towards you. He got down on one knee and held the box in front of it, opening it to reveal the most beautiful ring you had ever seen.

"Marry me?" He asked simply. You smiled, resting your hand on his cheek.

"Of course, you have to ask?" You said, tears welling in your eyes as Garcello took the ring from the box and sliding it onto your finger. It fit perfectly. You loved the feel of it on your finger, you loved what it meant.

"I have something for you too." You said, rushing to your own night stand and pulling out a small wooden box. You opened it and showed it to Garcello to reveal a silver tungsten band with a thin teal line down the center and the words "Garcello my beloved" engraved on the inside. He took it with a wide smile and examined it.

"Is this an engagement ring?" He asked with a lopsided grin. You felt the heat rising in your cheeks and nodded.

"It is, I just didn't know when to bring it up." You said. Garcello slipped the ring onto his finger and held his hand out to admire it.

"I love it." He said before turning to you and taking your hands in his.

"And I love you." He kissed you deeply. "And, we could have another one. I've always loved the thought of having a daughter."

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Take it Slow

*ARTWORK BELONGS TO NOTSCRIBBLOUS*

AN: Garcello x Female reader insert

AO3 Link

It was a busy night, busy busy busy. It was game night and everyone had decided to come to the only sports grill in town. Well, it was more of a bar that advertised itself as a grill. The kitchen and waitstaff were always stretched thin, but the owners had no problem hiring a second bartender for the busiest time of year.

You hadn't officially met him, but you'd taken drinks from him to the tables and watched him during your five minute break. He was tall, with teal dyed hair, and was fairly lean. He had a handful of bar tricks that entertained the guests and made them more forgiving about their food being late, or cold.

"Hey Annie!" You caught your coworker as she was going on break and you were coming off of yours.

"Yeah?" She asked, water bottle in hand as she headed for the door.

"Have you met the new bartender?" You asked, pointing him out as he flipped one of the liquor bottles above his head before catching it, sending that section of the bar into a cheer.

"I mean not officially? I think his name's Garcello. He seems nice enough, but he smokes like a chimney." She said, wrinkling her nose. You tilted your head.

"Thanks Annie, enjoy your break." You said with a smile. She smiled back before heading out the door to take her break in her car. You looked back to the man, Garcello, and he met your gaze with a soft smile and a small wave. You returned the gesture before hearing the bell ding in the kitchen.

"And theres a riblet platter for you and a basket of wings and thighs for you." You said with a smile to the two men sitting at the bar. They were a few drinks in already, watching the game on the big TV mounted over the bar, but you hoped they would still tip well despite the liquor in their systems.

"Is there anything else I can get for you two?" You asked, folding your hands in front of you with another smile.

"Yeah, I'd like a basket of your thighs." The one closest to you said, reaching for you. You stepped back with a nervous chuckle.

"I'm sorry, I-" He cut you off.

"Hey, don't walk away from me baby come on." He said. You tried to move back again, only to run into an empty table as he stood from the chair.

You turned, trying to find the quickest way back to the kitchen as he approached you before someone placed a large hand on the man's shoulder, pulling him away and spinning the man to face them.

"Hey, back up." It was Garcello, the new bartender. He'd come back in from his break and pulled the man away from you like your personal knight in shining armor.

"I'm a paying customer, I have a right to be here." The man said, slurring his words slightly. You breathed a sigh of relief, feeling comforted when the smell of tobacco filled your nose wafting from Garcello's clothes.

"Yeah but you don't have a right to harass work staff." Garcello said. You took the opportunity to scurry back to the kitchen, waiting in the doorway to see how it would end. But the time you looked back Garcello had already pushed the man out the door and was walking back towards the bar.

You couldn't lie, you were thankful he had been there. You could fend for yourself but it was hard to think on your feet when something like that was happening.

You made a milkshake, just a plain vanilla one, and brought it out to the bar. You waited off to the side until he got a moment of peace to call him over. He looked to you with a smile.

"Hey, you alright?" He asked. His voice was gruff and there was a slight rasp to it. As he got closer you could smell the tobacco wafting off his shirt and likely from his hair. You actually found it slightly comforting. You offered him the milkshake with a small smile.

"Yeah, I just wanted to say thanks." You said. He accepted the glass, taking a sip through the straw you brought and smiling at you.

"It's good, thank you." He said. He was called over to the other side of the bar by a customer, and he took the glass with a smile in your direction before setting it on the back counter of the bar near the register before walking towards the customer.

Since that day you and Garcello had grown closer. You'd swapped numbers, mostly for work reasons, he would text you if he was going to be late and vice versa. Sometimes you would send each other videos of pictures you found funny. You saved all of them, in case you needed a laugh later.

He was sweet. Despite his rough exterior and gruff voice he had a heart of gold. He walked you to your car in the evenings, sent you pictures of his dog when you were sad, told you jokes that made you laugh so hard you were in tears. He was a good friend.

It was one of those nights where he walked you out to your car. His hands were shoved in the pocket of his jacket and he'd shoved his brown hat over his hair to cast a shadow over his face. The second he'd walked out the door he lit a cigarette and took a long inhale of the smoke. Annie was right, he did smoke like a chimney, something that worried you slightly. You cared about him, you had no doubt he knew how bad they were but everyone had their vices.

you bumped into his shoulder with a giggle after he told you another joke, and he looked to you with a smile. You leaned against him, taking comfort in the smell of smoke and the warmth he gave off. You stopped when you reached your car, looking up at him as he leaned against the rear door of your car.

"Hey, you have something on your face." He said, gesturing to his own cheek with his thumb. You wiped your cheek with the back of your hand, looking to him to see if you got it. He chuckled, reaching with his free hand.

"No, it's right," he rested his hand on the side of your jaw, using his thumb to brush against your lips gently. "here." He let his hand linger on your face as you looked up at him. He had taken his cigarette out of his mouth and was holding it between the fingers on his free hand.

Without thinking you reached up, burying your hand in the hair on the back of his head and pulling him down. You pressed your lips against his own, finally giving in to the urge you had been suppressing for weeks. He pulled away slightly, looking down at you curiously.

"Fuck." He said, dropping his cigarette on the ground and taking your face in his hands, kissing you again, hard. You leaned into his chest, fisting your hand in his hair and tugging on it lightly. He pulled you closer against him, one hand on your cheek, the other on the small of your back as he held you close. You felt breathless as you kissed him, feeling his lips against your own, his tongue against your teeth.

When you finally broke apart you were both breathing heavily. You pulled away, almost regretting what happened. If this ruined your friendship you didn't know what you would do. He took a step back, shoving his hand into his pocket and pulling out the pack of cigarettes with shaking hands. He took one out and lit it, taking another step away from you.

"I, I have to go." He said, lighting it and turning away, walking towards where his motorcycle was parked in the corner of the lot. You kicked yourself mentally for what just happened. Garcello was your closest friend, and you shouldn't have let your romantic feelings for him get in the way of that.

***

The next day was your day off. You knew Garcello still had to work, he rarely got any days off, but he was always on the evening shift. So you took the chance to text him in the morning.

Hey, can we talk? You asked. You watched as he read the message, and the three dots popped up to show he was typing, before disappearing. You were worried he wouldn't respond, until your phone dinged with a facetime call from him. You took a deep breath before answering the call. Garcello was sitting on the couch in his apartment, cigarette in hand, without a shirt on. You guessed he had just woken up.

"Hey." He rasped out, turning his face to cough into his elbow. You felt your heart squeeze. You were worried about him.

"Hey." You said softly. He took the cigarette between his teeth and used his now free hand to brush his hair back.

"What did you want to talk about?" He asked before blowing smoke from his mouth.

"Um, last night." You said, shifting the way you were sitting on the bed. He coughed again, a little louder this time.

"I'm sorry, I hope I didn't make things weird, and I hope you didn't feel uncomfortable or anything." You said, watching as he took another puff from the cigarette.

"No, no (y/n) you didn't make me uncomfortable at all." He said. He took the cigarette from his mouth as it burned down to nothing, reaching for the table and placing another between his teeth, lighting it before taking it between his fingers and blowing more smoke.

"Then, why did you leave like that?" You asked. Garcello shifted and cleared his throat, taking another breath from the cigarette.

"I just, I don't know. What was supposed to happen? You come home with me? I go with you? We just leave?" He said, sucking harshly on the cigarette. The tip burned an angry red and you sighed.

"I don't know." You admitted.

"But why did you leave without talking to me?" You pressed. He let out a sigh.

"I kind of, like you a lot. And last night I just, I didn't want to move too fast with you." He said. He reached for the pack of cigarettes again, shaking it and huffing. It was probably empty.

"Too fast?" You pushed.

"If we had kept going, I probably would've invited you over, and I didn't want to do that. Not yet, I mean not if you don't want it, and I didn't want to be weird about it and, just, oh fuck." He said, putting his head down and rubbing the bridge of his nose. You smiled and let out a laugh. He looked up at you through the screen in confusion.

"Garcello," You said softly. He smiled.

"I love when you say my name, y'know." He said. You smiled.

"Well, Garcello, I would probably have gone home with you if you asked." You said. His smile got a little bigger.

"But if you want to take it slow then we can." You said.

"Yeah, I think that would be good." He said as he took the burned cigarette out of his mouth.

"How about I take you to dinner sometime?" He asked. You smiled again and Garcello mimicked your grin.

"Dinner would be nice."

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Never Shall We Die - 6

This story was inspired by Beskarbabs story Thieves and Beggars

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***You were curled in the corner of the captains quarters. He wasn't Kylo, he was the captain. You were waiting for something, anything, to happen as you examined the room. You didn't know him nearly as well as you thought you did, you realized.

In the corner stood a desk, with maps strewn about it. Maps of the seas, you assumed. There was a compass sitting on one of the maps weighing down the bottom corner. At the top corner there was a quill and inkwell, holding the top of the map down. On the left side lay a large and imposing dagger.

On the walls there were more maps, charts of the stars with names of the constellations. There were shelves too, some had figurines, but most had jewelry. Many different forms, actually. There were collars of beads from Africa, bracelets made of gold mined in the Americas, silver necklaces, and more rings than you could count.

You examined a small box filled with rings. There were various designs in the box. Some were thin and elegant, others were wide, some were made of iron, gold, or silver. A select few of the rings had blood stained on the metal. You picked one out of the box, a small gold ring with silver at the edges. There was a small diamond inlaid into the gold. It was beautiful, much prettier than the chunky ring currently sitting on your finger.

You were about to try it on, only out of curiosity, when you heard the door swing open behind you. You dropped the ring, whirling around as Kylo's footsteps crossed the room. He stood in the middle of it, watching you closely.

You walked towards him boldly. He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could get the words out you slapped him across the cheek. He hardly moved as you glared up at him.

"A pirate?" You hissed. He stood stoic, giving no response to your anger.

"How could you? What happened to you Kylo! You used to be honorable!" You shouted. He said nothing.

"I did not agree to run away with a pirate! Return me to Port Royal this instant and maybe I'll talk my father into letting you live in a cell!" You continued shouting.

"I can't take you back." He said, finally speaking.

"Why not?" You demanded, turning to face him with your arms crossed in front of you. He remained silent. The only indication of his rage was his flared nostrils and clenched jaw.

"Kylo!"

"Because if you come back without harm, you'll be accused of aiding and abetting a pirate! You will be hanged, your father cannot save you. I, will be hanged. Not only for piracy, but for kidnapping the governors daughter. And lets not forget the murder of your beloved husband!" He snapped at you. You covered your mouth in shock as he continued.

"Who by the way, I recognize as dear Commodore Whiteford's son. Thank you for mentioning that information!" He yelled.

"You killed him?" You asked carefully. Until now you had hoped that, despite being a pirate captain, he wasn't a murderer. Kylo sighed, shifting his weight as he looked at you with sorrow.

"Of course I did. How else was I supposed to ensure we could be together? You're legally married, and even in Tortuga they wont wed a married woman to another man." He said. You felt tears streaming down your face as you turned away from him.

"Please understand love, I did this for you." He tried to reason.

"You did this for yourself!" You turned suddenly, pounding your fist against his chest. He let out a small puff of breath but gave no indication your blow affected him.

"You did this because you can't let me go! I should have let you swing from that noose all those years ago!" You shouted as you sobbed, fists resting on his chest. Kylo seemed taken aback by your outburst, before his expression shifted to one of anger.

"I never heard you complain every time I fucked you senseless." He hissed, taking your wrists in one hand. "Every time I made you come on my cock you begged for more. Are you just upset you were fucked by a pirate?" He hissed.

"Upset that you fell in love, with a pirate? This, (y/n), is why I never told you. I was afraid you would think less of me."  He said carefully, still holding your wrists.

"I had hoped you loved me enough to look past it, especially once I risked everything to save you from your father. But I see now that I misjudged your character." He said before releasing your wrists and walking towards the door. He pulled it open, pausing to speak.

"If you wish, we'll drop you off the next time we make port. In three months." He snapped before slamming the door shut behind him. You sank to the ground beside the bed in tears, sickened by the rocking motion of the vessel.

You did love him. You'd always loved him, and always would. But your mind was conflicted. Your heard said it didn't matter, he was still Kylo, but your morals were torn. Pirates were vile, murderous filth. You had been raised to believe that. Yet now that you knew Kylo was a pirate, you still loved him.

Possibly more than you had before.

***

When the sun peeked through the thick curtains over the windows in Kylo's quarters you finally awoke. You had fallen asleep in the wide bed in the corner of the room. It was surprisingly soft, the blankets were warm and you had slept well. The bed smelled like Kylo, like sea salt and spruce wood with a tinge of iron.

He hadn't entered the room that night, you assumed he hadn't slept. Maybe he would later in the day, after he kicked you out of his bed. You climbed from under the covers, swinging your feet over the edge of the bed, tentatively touching the floor with your bare feet.  It was smooth with no trace of splinters. You stood on bare feet, approaching the door and opening it just a crack.

The crew buzzed around the deck of the ship. The sunlight streamed over the wood, giving it a rich chestnut color. You assumed it had been stained darker than the wood actually was. You looked up to the sails, which hung loose in the breezeless sky. You realized now they were not black, as you had thought, but a deep red.

Despite the loose sails, the ship still sliced through the water. Most likely from the rowers in the lower deck. As you looked around a tall pirate with short straw colored hair walked past. A woman, you realized.

"Ren slept with the crew last night?" She asked the shorter redheaded man walking beside her.

"Aye he did. Wonder what that new lass did to him." He muttered. You felt bad for Kylo, sleeping with the crew. You couldn't imagine it had been comfortable.

"Phasma! Hux!" Kylo boomed, "You don't earn your keep on this ship by standing around chatting!" You watched as Kylo descended the stairs next to the door, rounding the handrail/

Your heart leapt in your chest when you saw him, looking more handsome than ever. He was wearing a white cotton shirt with a deep v cut into the chest. His black breeches fit him well, tucked into the tops of his black boots. He had abandoned his wide leather belt with the cutlass and flintlock, leaving just the red sash tied around his midsection. The tails waved at his side as he walked towards the door.

You closed it and locked it quickly. You heard a heavy sigh from Kylo before he knocked gently.

"(Y/n), please." He said softly.

"The daughter of the governor will not mingle with pirates." You shouted through the door. You heard a soft chuckle from Kylo.

"You've done more than mingle love." He said. Your jaw dropped open and you turned to throw the door open.

"Please talk to me." He asked. You walked away from the door, turning your back to him and crossing your arms with your nose turned up. He walked into the room, closing the door softly behind him.

You wandered towards the desk, examining the charts laid out. The symbols made no sense to you, you didn't know how to use the tools laid with the map. You'd never learned.

"Why did you become a pirate?" You asked softly as you ran your fingers over the dried ink on the maps. Kylo let out a sigh.

"My first year on the sea, we were returning to Port Royal. We were ambushed by a pirate crew. When the fight was over, most of the crew I was with had been slaughtered. I was given the choice of being keel-hauled, or joining them."

"Why did they want you?" You asked.

"I was young. I was strong, and skilled with a sword." He explained, approaching you slowly, as though you were a deer he may startle.

"I didn't have a choice." He whispered, placing his hands gently on your biceps. You remembered suddenly the four year gap in his letters. You had dressed in mourning, assuming him dead. You supposed that he was only able to send letters again when he became captain.

"How did you become captain?" You asked. You were afraid of the answer, but you needed to hear him say it to know if you could still love him.

"I killed the old one." He said simply. He crossed around the desk to sit in the chair behind it before examining the charts. You swallowed the lump in your throat.

"You don't get to where I am without spilling blood." He said, shuffling the papers on the desk. You remained silent, processing the information. Not only was he a murderer, he was a mutineer.

"Do you know how to read these?" He asked, looking up at you. His hair fell from behind his ears, the way it did when he looked down at you while making love to you.

"No." You stated sharply.

"Then let me teach you, come sit." He said, scooting the chair back and patting his thigh.

"To turn me into a pirate?"

"To share my world with you."

You made no move to join him and he let out a sigh before pulling himself closer to the desk again. You waited for a beat.

"You're not going to kill me for refusing?" You asked. He let out a chuckle.

"I'd never raise my hand to you. Ever." He said, not bothering to divert attention away from the charts.

You warily approached him once you realized he had no intention of leaving. You looked over his shoulder at the marks he made on the map, the way he used the compass to measure distances, then at the dagger weighing down the side of the map.

A thought crossed your mind, a dark thought. You could kill him with that dagger. You could cut his throat, escape the room. Nobody would know. You could take the pistol you saw on the shelf the night before and shoot anybody who tried to stop you from taking a lifeboat. You couldn't be that far from Port Royal, or any port, for that matter.

"I wouldn't." Kylo said without breaking his staring contest with the map.

"You don't even know what I was thinking." You snapped.

"You were considering slicing my throat open with that dagger." He said flatly.

"I was not."

"It would be more of a curse to you really." He said. He set down the compass, sifting through the stack of papers absentmindedly.

"What does that mean?" You snapped.

"This dagger was on the ship when we commandeered it. The legend says it was used by a woman who killed her lover while sailing the seas. She begged for the gods to bring him back, and Anansi, the trickster god, answered her." Kylo looked up to you, then to the dagger, resting the weight of his head in the palm of his hand.

"He gave the man back, but in the form of a rotting drowned ghost. He haunted her. So she begged Anansi to take him back, but the only way she could be freed was to kill herself with the dagger. She finally did, but she was trapped with him. Anybody who kills with that dagger will be haunted by their spirit until they kill themselves with it." He said unbothered.

"Why do you keep such a dreadful thing?" You asked, taken aback. The dagger suddenly looked more sinister. Kylo picked up the dagger, giving a few test swings before twirling it around in his hand.

"It's a decent paperweight." He said with a grin. You tried to hide your smile.

"I need to take these to the navigation room, at least let me show you the ship you'll be on for the next three months." Kylo asked as he set the dagger down and stood from the chair.

"You can't spend all that time cooped up in here."

You paused for a moment before agreeing with him. He smiled, gathering a few maps from the desk and crossing the room to open the door for you. You stepped through the door, pausing to wait for him.

"Can we at least stop somewhere and find me some decent clothes?"

***

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Never Shall We Die - Masterlist -Empressrenwrites

Inspired by Beskarbabs lovely story Thieves and Beggars, I definitely recommend reading her story as well, it’s beautifully written and has an excellent plot!

Chapters will be added as the story progresses, if you’d like to be tagged then shoot me an ask!

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

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Never Shall we Die - 1

Ok loves, I’ve had this in my WIP folder for awhile. I wanted to do this one right, IE actually have a story planned before I published the first chapter lol. This is a first for me, and I hope you like it! Let me know if you’d like to be tagged loves.

Before we start, this story was inspired by the lovely @beskarbabs​ Pirate!kylo story Thieves and Beggars. It is absolutely wonderful, and I recommend checking it out and giving her some love!

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Another government meeting in the largest house in Port Royal. You sighed, sitting in the chair at your father's side. Ever since Mama had died, you'd been attending the meetings she would have, sitting in her place, tracing the grain on the ornate table top and wishing for something else to do.

Today it was something else about the boats. About the pirates, about the merchandise being moved. More boring things. You were ten! you wanted to be out playing in the gardens and chasing your father's hunting dogs around the grounds, finding flowers that your mother would then braid into your hair while she sang to you.

The thought of it made you miss her all the more. The Scarlatina had struck her hard, taking her energy and your unborn sibling. She had been too tired to play, to sing to you, to love you. And you supposed that wasn't her fault, but you had been angry with her. Thought she didn't love you. You wished for her to be taken away, considered running away so she would realize how much she missed you. You were so angry that when the doctors said she didn't have much time, you refused to see her. What did they know?

You always regretted that, you thought. What if seeing her had made her want to stay? You supposed you'd never know. 

You looked up and realized your father was on his feet, shouting with another man in a fancy coat. He wouldn't notice your absence. You stood and walked towards the door, hiking up the skirt of your dress as you walked past the guards. They likely assumed you were headed to the chamber pot. Rather than taking a left down that hall, you continued straight, ducking out into the garden and sneaking out of the cracked wall, to the marketplace, where you did your most interesting people watching.

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"Blow high, Blow low, and so sailed we, the quarter that we gave them was to sink them in the sea, Sailing down 'long the coast of High Barbaree."  He sang quietly to himself as he walked down the streets of the markets. He tried to keep the drool in his mouth as he smelled the cooking meats and fresh fruits. He looked in all the stalls, thinking of how even one of those fish could feed him for a week. He stopped when he saw an unmanned stall, peeking over the edge to see what it contained. 

Corn, bushel upon bushel of fresh green corn, just lying there, unattended, begging him to take them. He felt his stomach rumble as he imagined what his mum could do with even one ear of corn. He thought of cornbread, and boiled kernels, corn pudding, and without thinking of the repercussions he snatched two ears and tucked them under his vest. 

He tried to hide the smile on his face as he walked down the street, trying to keep hold of the large vegetables. He hadn't realized the tops of the corn peeking out of the vest, and didn't notice until someone planted a large hand on his shoulder and spun him around.

"What have ye got there boy?" The man snarled, reaching into his jacket and pulling the ears of corn out.

"N-nothing." He stuttered, trying to squirm from the man's grip and reach for the corn.

"It sure don't look like nothing." The words were spat in his face as the man grabbed his arm and dragged him towards a pair of guards walking down the street towards him. He started trying to pull his arm away, kicking at the man and trying to go dead weight, but nothing worked. He couldn't be arrested, what would mum do? He grabbed the man's arm, pulling himself forward and sinking his teeth into his forearm.

The man shouted, dropping his arm and turning to smack him. He ducked under the fist, scrambling to his feet and running towards the only empty alleyway he could see. He wove through feet and dodged skirts and shoes, trying to put as much distance as possible between him and the guards. 

He finally ducked behind a stack of barrels in an alleyway, smacking his head into someone else's face.

"Hey!" She cried, standing up and glaring down at him. She couldn't have been much younger than him, maybe only a year or two. She was wearing a fancy pale blue dress with a shiny gold necklace on. A castle rat. He sneered, ready to snap at her when he heard the guards.

"Where'd he go?" They snapped to one another. He watched the girl turn, her (h/c) curled hair bouncing around her face. She opened her mouth and Kylo pulled her down by her arm. She landed in his lap and he wrapped an arm around her middle to pin her arms down, using his other hand to cover her mouth.

"Shh!" He hissed in her ear while she struggled against him. It wasn't until the guards had walked past, and she was trying to bite his hand, that he released her. She scrambled away from him, turning to fix him with a bewildered stare.

"What do you think you're doing!?" She snapped. Kylo pushed himself up to his feet, looking down at her.

"Running." He said.

"But it's hard when a castle rat is in your hiding spot." He snapped at her. She seemed taken aback at that.

"Were you running from the guards?" He was silent in response, looking around to make sure the coast was clear before walking out from behind the barrels. She followed him, pulling the skirts of her long dress up and trying not to trip over the cobblestone in her fancy heels.

"Are you a thief?" She snapped, running ahead of him. He pushed past her to walk down the street, weaving between people and hoping she would leave him alone.

He had no such luck.

"What did you steal?" She pestered him. He continued to ignore her as he walked, hands tucked into the pockets of his trousers while he tried to avoid stares from people.

"If you don't tell me, I'll get the guards." She said, catching up with him. He growled low in his throat, wishing she would go away.

"They're right there, they'll listen to me over you, I know it." She said. He finally snapped, grabbing her arm and pulling her into another alleyway.

"Corn! I tried to steal corn. I'm hungry. Now will you fuck off?" He asked. For the first time since he'd met her she was silent. He tried to walk past her when she gently reached out and tugged on his sleeve.

"I'm sorry you're hungry. Would you like me to get you something?" She asked. He looked back at her with furrowed brows.

"I'm the governor's daughter, I can take whatever I'd like, and the guards can't do anything." She said. He shook his head, trying to push past her again.

"Wait, please!" She called, following after him.

"What do you want?" He snapped. 

"I don't know." She said. He let out another sigh. He should have gone with the guards.

"You seem interesting." She said, looping her arm through his and leaning against him, the way his mother did with his father. Was it a lady thing? He wouldn't know. He resisted the urge to push her off as he walked through the streets towards the docks.

The two walked in silence. Well, he walked in silence, she rambled on and on about her father and what he did, how her mother had died, how she was important to the government, how she would grow up to marry the Commodore or some such nonsense. He was only half paying attention as they approached the docks. He admired the ships, both the small ones docked and the larger ones in the port that were too deep in the draft to come close.

"Did you hear me?" She asked, poking him harshly in the side. He winced and looked down at her.

"Have you ever been on a ship?" She repeated.

"No. I haven't." In truth, he wanted to be. He wanted to be sailing on a ship away from this wretched place. He wanted to take his mother and father and give them a better life somewhere else. Maybe to America, his father had taken them here, to Port Royal, in hopes of a better life. But they lived as peasants, scraping and begging for every last scrap of food. Maybe, if he had a ship, he could take them to the motherland. To Europe, or France even. But he was stuck here, on the docks, watching the ships come and go.

"I can get you on a ship." She said suddenly. He looked down to her with narrowed eyes and furrowed brows.

"What?" 

"I said I can get you on a ship. Do your ears work?" She asked, tilting her head.

"Yes my ears work just fine." He snapped. "What's in it for you?" He'd learned, nothing came for free in life. Especially not in Port Royal. 

She shrugged as she stepped forward. Her arm was still linked with his, so he followed her as she walked through the docks towards where the East India Trading Company ships were docked.

"I just want to know your name." She said. "And I'm bored, the ships always have interesting things going on." She said, walking towards the largest ship docked. It was named The Hyperion, and it was gorgeous. It was one he figured was to sail soon, it had been docked for a few weeks. 

The hull had been painted a rich navy blue, with the posts and rails a royal gold. The sails were a pristine white, every rope was in the proper place, and the men swarming about it had not a hair out of place. It was perfect in every way, the perfect ship.

He hadn't realized he'd broken into a smile until she commented on it.

"Wow, you're more excited by a ship than a pretty girl." She lamented, unlinking their arms. He hadn't moved as he inspected the ship.

"Want to go?" She asked, poking him in the side again. His jaw dropped as he turned to look at her.

"Can, can we?" He asked in disbelief.

"I told you, I'm the governor's daughter. I can do whatever I want to." She said with a grin. He rolled his eyes again.

"But!" She suddenly shouted, startling him.

"You have to tell me your name!" She finished. He let out a heavy sigh. He didn't care for her to know him, to be able to track him down and bother him further, but oh how he wanted to board that ship.

"Name, or no ship." She said, folding her arms like a petulant child.

"What are you, eight?" He snapped.

"I'm ten actually." She huffed indignantly.

"Fine. My name is Kylo." He said walking towards the ship. She grabbed the sleeve of his shirt and pulled him back.

"Last name too Kylo." She said. He kind of liked the way his name rolled off her tongue. It sounded smooth and elegant.

"Ren." He huffed. She grinned.

"Kylo Ren is a lovely name." She said, before turning to the ship.

"Wait a minute," Kylo called. She turned back to look at him.

"What's your name?" He asked. She laughed.

"You don't know my name already?" She poked him in the stomach. Why did she keep poking him?

"It's (y/n) (l/n). Now come on Kylo, we haven't got all day to sit around talking." She flounced off towards the ship, and Kylo tried his best to follow her closely without being noticed. 

She paused by the gangplank, waiting for the traffic up and down it to cease, before she dashed up it with surprising speed. Kylo had to actually run after her before she dragged him down behind a stack of crates near the railing.

"I thought you said you could do what you wanted?" Kylo hissed. She shushed him and nodded.

"Then why are we cowering behind crates?" He asked. She grinned sheepishly.

"Well, technically I'm supposed to be in a meeting with my father now. And they've likely noticed my absence." She said, glancing around. So she was running too? That intrigued him.

"Come on." She said, grabbing his shirt sleeve and dashing across the deck to the open hold and scurrying down the ladder. They were on the gun deck now, and she dragged him behind a cannon as a pair of the royal navy walked past. He turned, examining the cannon next to him. It was a demi cannon, it could probably fire a 15 kilogram solid shot straight through a pirate ship!

As he moved closer to it, (y/n) hissed at him to stop moving. He hadn't realized why until there was a sickening snap, and the demi cannon started rolling backwards into the walkway. He looked down to see he'd knocked the block from behind the wheel of the cannon. He ducked as it swiveled and almost smacked him in the face.

"Kylo!" (y/n) snapped as he scrambled backwards, bumping into the canon on the other side of her and sending that one rolling back too. There was a commotion on the upper deck as people flooded down to the gun deck, catching the cannons as the ship rocked lightly. They hadn't caused any damage, but Kylo knew that they could have, and that was enough to execute someone.

Strong hands grabbed him by the upper arms and dragged him to his feet. (y/n) stood, rushing towards the guards.

"Wait! Stop! Don't hurt him please!" She begged, trying to catch his shirt sleeve. The soldiers paused momentarily, before dragging him to the main deck. He heard the soldiers addressing (y/n) gently while they pulled him up the steps.

He was thrown, quite unceremoniously, before the captain of the ship. He looked up to see a face he recognized, Commodore Whiteford. He lowered his head, trying not to cry. He knew the punishment for stowaways, and it wasn't pretty.

"A stowaway Commodore, he tried to loose the cannons on the gun deck." The soldiers said. Kylo focused on the grain of the wood under his palms, willing it to be a fast execution.

"No! He's not a stowaway!" He heard (y/n) shout.

"Miss (l/n), what are you doing here? Everyone under your father's command is looking for you!" Commodore Whiteford snapped.

"I was exploring! He followed me onto the ship, it's not his fault, don't hurt him." She growled. Well, growled as much as she could. Commodore Whiteford looked at her with pity.

"Miss (l/n), you mustn't run off. Your father is worried sick over you. Come, my son will escort you back." Commodore Whiteford said, whistling shrilly. A lanky boy, older than Kylo, jogged over.

"Jackson, please make sure Miss (l/n) makes it safely back to her father." He said. The boy nodded, stepping forward and grabbing (y/n)'s arm harshly. She winced and let out a whimper. Something about the sound made Kylo's blood boil as he moved to stand up.

"Hey!" He shouted. No sooner than the word left his mouth did Commodore Whiteford have his rapier drawn with the blade pointed at Kylo.

"You will not address my son, street rat!" Whiteford snapped. Kylo cowered slightly before hearing (y/n) shout in pain. He looked over to see Jackson dragging her down the gangplank. She'd tripped and lost a shoe, allowing the splinters from the wooden plank to dig into the sole of her foot.

"You're hurting her!" He shouted. Before he could move he felt a searing pain across his face. He stumbled backwards, landing on his back on the deck. Blood dripped into his right eye, it stung. He lifted a hand to his face, brushing against the shred of fabric from the collar of his shirt. There was blood running down his face and soaking into his shirt from his chest. He couldn't breathe as it smeared across his hands.

"The mark of a stowaway, and treason." Commodore Whiteford snapped. He turned to the rest of the soldiers.

"Bind him, and drag him to the gallows. He is charged with attempting to pirate a ship of the royal navy." He growled. Kylo was too shocked to protest as the soldiers pulled him to his feet, shackling his arms behind his back with heavy iron cuffs.

                                                 ***

"Father!" You shouted, tears streaming down your face as the nurse wrapped your foot with wet linens. Your father was pacing in front of you, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. Mum always said he'd get wrinkles if he kept making that face. But she wasn't there to tell him that anymore. He turned to look at you, kneeling down next to you and taking your hands in his own.

"(y/n), my sweet, he's been charged with attempted piracy, there is nothing I can do for him." He said, looking at you sadly. 

"He bears the mark of treason. Even if I could pardon him, there would be no life for him." He finished. You pouted and turned away from him.

"It was my fault." You whispered.

"What?" 

"It was my fault we were on the Hyperion in the first place!" You shouted in his face.

"Young lady, do not lie to spare the life of a peasant." He snapped at you. You looked at him, your own thin brows furrowed this time.

"I'm not lying! It was my idea, he was trying to leave, but I asked him if he wanted to see the ship! I didn't think there would be any harm, we weren't going to steal it, just look!" You tried to explain frantically. 

"Even if that's true darling, he's on the gallows march now. There is nothing to be done." He said softly.

"I will never speak to you again if he dies." You seethed. He let out a hefty sigh, rising to his feet and pacing again.

"You'll get over him my love." He said.

"No I won't! He's my friend!" You shouted again. Despite only spending a few hours with Kylo, he was one of your closest friends, well, friend that wasn't your cousin anyway. You thought of his crooked smile, his lips that looked so soft, and the long dark hair that had whipped around his face in the sea breeze. 

"I love him." You pouted. That stopped him dead in his tracks, and you knew you'd found your in.

"You what?" 

"I love him father! And if you let him die I shall never speak to you again! I'll follow mama to my grave and never speak another word to you!" You cried, willing the tears to fall again. You didn't realize it, but as the tears fell, your true feelings for the scrappy boy you'd lured onto the ship were spoken aloud.

Your father seemed taken aback as he watched you cry. The nurse had long since left the room, and he hissed lowly.

"My daughter will not fall in love with a peasant boy." You hoped you hadn't pushed him too far, this was Kylo's only chance.

"If I pardon him, you will never see him again, do you understand?" He snapped. You nodded frantically and he crossed the room, grabbing you by your arms and hauling you to your feet. You yelped as you put weight on your injured foot.

"Do you understand!" He yelled.

"Yes! Yes father, I understand." You cried in fear. He let you sit back in the chair, sweeping out of the room towards the stables. You followed him as quickly as you could on your injured foot.

When you caught up with the gallows march you easily spotted Kylo. He was the only child in the mix of adults. His shirt was ragged and his wrists bled from the iron cuffs. You had to resist the urge to gasp as you followed your father's white stallion on your small dappled gelding. 

"General, wait." Your father called as he pulled his horse to a halt. You kept your gaze trained on Kylo as he looked up, and your heart sank.

His beautiful face was now split by a long red scar that started above his eyebrow, and ended below his collarbone. There was blood smeared across his face and chest, soaking into his shirt. There were tracks streaked into the blood where his tears had cut a path through the redness. You resisted the urge to leap from your horse and run to him.

The general approached Kylo with the ring of keys, unlatching the shackles from around his wrists and ankles. Kylo hesitated, shaking slightly before your father rode towards him. Kylo balked slightly as the stallion stopped just short of running him down.

"You are never to see my daughter again. Do you understand me?" He hissed. Kylo nodded frantically, stepping backwards. Your father kicked his horse harshly, causing the stallion to rear slightly as it screamed.

"Go!" He yelled. Kylo scrambled backwards, falling onto his back and pushing himself away from the horses hooves as it landed again. He rolled over, pushing himself to his feet and running away from the gallows march, through the crowd, and out of your sight.

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