#the other interpretation of the “Every moment it's harder to restrain myself” line was

[amiharana]

Magnet as a revalink song👀?

i hope this was referring to the vocaloid song 'magnet' i only know like three vocaloid songs and those are World is mine, romeo & cinderella, and irony (but the lizz robinett eng cover) ☝️😀

i also realize now that this is the song with the extremely intimate 'staring longingly into one another's eyes while our butterfly headphones mics are intertwined' album cover and i couldn't be anymore pleased to enthusiastically announce that YES, that in itself is so revalink 😋 where is the fanart for it i need it so bad

miku!revali x luka!link, but here's my live slug reaction to the lyrics. (i skipped the first verse, but i used a mix of this video and this vocaloid lyric wikia to look at lyrics. lmk if the translations are wrong or if there are better interpretations!)

I'm wrapped around your finger from the lips to the tongue Even if this is something that cannot be allowed, The flames jump higher still

if there's anything that anyone should know about me as revalinker, it's that i'm completely obsessed with the idea of link always being wrapped around revali for cuddles, for napping on him, etc., and revali just letting him because he's so fond of link he can't and won't say no. link is wrapped around revali's finger (his wing?) physically; revali is wrapped around link's finger metaphorically.

and for the next lines, consider the idea of revali with this warped idea of loving and being loved in his status as a champion, and him trying to maintain a boundary between the two of them. he tries to find every excuse why he and link can't be together even though he's desperately in love with link anyway; they're champions and have responsibilities to their people, they're foils to each others, they butt heads too often, they're too different to be together, or what would the other champions, or the people of hyrule think if they knew they were together? and yet still, they can't help but continue to seek each other out and intertwine and wrap around each other once more.

Every moment, it's harder to restrain myself If this is love, I want to wear it on my sleeve The "strange feeling" turns into an unbearable longing I would follow you to the end of forever

OH MY GOD. I CAN'T BREATHE. STOLE THE BREATH OUT OF MY LUNGS. there's a reason why i said luka!link i was like THESE LINES. THIS IS LINK RIGHT HERE.

going back to what i said about revali trying to keep them apart for all his stupid reasons, link disregards all of them because he wants revali and he knows revali wants him, too. he knows revali just wants to protect the both of them from anything that could tear them apart or anyone who could oppose them, but who cares what others think? if link hadn't already vowed to silence, he would wish to declare his love for revali for the rest of his days, to wear his heart on his sleeve proudly.

the last two lines. oughghfj. ougugh! i'm screaming crying shitting pissing and throwing up. oh god. i love slow burn for revalink so bad, especially link taking forever to realize that he's in love with revali but when he finally does, he's completely devoted. link being like "what is this feeling. i'm supposed to hate your ass but um. i kinda can't live without it." KJDHFJKSDFHJKSDKJFH he would have followed revali into the afterlife and dragged his soul back if he could

With a heart that has gone astray, We will melt so easily That there's no free time for us even to feel each other's tenderness

thinking about link who puts his duty as the wielder of the sword that seals that darkness over his own happiness, over his own love for revali, because that's his responsibility, his purpose. what else was he made to do?

thinking about revalink who will never get the chance to love each other, to hold each other close and look upon each other fondly and sweetly because of that damned calamity. there's no place for tenderness in these prophetical battlefields. they were always doomed to never be.

What has been repeating is not our dream, But the unmistakably realistic "we" If we touch, I know we can never go back, But that's fine; you are everything in the world to me

THEY'RE SO CLOSE. SO CLOSE YET SO FAR. i'm telling you, revali, it doesn't have to be this way, you can have link if you just choose to be with him 🥹

but also i was talking to @senchee the other day about an au timeline split where it's like avengers: endgame when captain america goes back in time to be with peggy. what if after totk, link went back in time to be with revali. haha. "if we touch i know i can never go back" when he gets sent back in time by rauru or something, it was actually just to send his spirit to see the champions one last time as a fulfilled wish, and rauru tells him not to touch anyone in the past because he'll get stuck there with no way of returning to the present if he does (but rauru is fully aware of what link is about to do 😋)

hylians and rito aren't long lived, especially not over a hundred years if that's how far back link went, but when link doesn't return from the past, rauru takes zelda to rito village goddess statue, where there is now a tablet on revali's landing, memorializing link and revali :)

As dawn breaks, I become uneasy and end up in tears When you whispered, "It's alright", did I hear tears in your voice too?

it's giving the scene in 'pinesong' by aperplexingpuzzle when revali cries every time he watches the sunrise. i love that fic so much i need to go back and reread the revalink bible.

if totk link went back in time to be with revali, do you think he'd cry at the sunrise too, counting every single sacrifice he had to make to be back here again?

and lastly,

I want you to embrace me, I want you to tell me that you don't think this is a mistake I want you to kiss me, I want you to remake me, I want to drown in this moment of captivation I'm drawn to you like a magnet Even if I left, we would find each other again Let's become one; I can never go back but that's fine You're everything in the world to me

oh my god. oh my god. i can't move. you people are gay 🫵😧🏳️‍🌈

revali may speak verbosely, decorating his intentions in all sorts of flowery words, but for link, desire is plain. it's so easy to fluster revali with such simplicity; what better way to convey it with such directness?

#revalink #loz #botw #loz botw #legend of zelda #ask #amihan's revalinkverse #when i first was trying to answer this ask when i got it #i was listening to the song blasting it from my laptop in the middle of the living room #and my dad was like WHAT are you playing??????? #and had to explain to him what vocaloid is #he thought it was very interesting no worries guys he's on his way to becoming an ally #who up tryna intertwine they butterfly mics while we stare longingly in desire at each other 🙇 #i'm feeling insecure in my writing ability again just bc i haven't written anything in a bit #i know my thoughts were kinda all over the place with this one but i hope you get what i was going through 🙏 #the other interpretation of the “Every moment it's harder to restrain myself” line was #“it might be necessary for you to tie me up” #and i was like UM 😳⁉️ #and also “i can't help but like weird things” #link when he's a hylian in love with a rito idk. do u think the majority of hyruleans think interspecies love is weird #ig not if everyone was cool w mipha courting link or the hylian man x zora child sidequest in botw idk..... #this is gonna be awkward if anon meant a completely different song ❤️ #but i think this is going on the revalink playlist #it's such a bop too

[reylo-solo]

Fanfic prompt: Reylo's first kiss during a force-skype ;-)))

Thanks for the prompt! I had fun :)

Ever the Gentleman is Kylo Ren –

She wasn’t expecting to see him again so soon. She tried telling herself that she didn’t even want to see him, but she knew she was lying.

          No, she hadn’t been trying to see him, but there he was anyway. Sitting up on the clifftop, shoulders hunched as he leaned studiously forward over a pad of paper. She couldn’t tell if he was reading or not at first but as she got closer she saw his right arm twitch every now and again and she realized he was writing. Strange, she thought. No one writes anymore.

          But Kylo Ren was of the strange sort. What else had she expected, really? From their confrontations thus far she had built a moderately-sized mental file on him, where she stored all the little bits and pieces of information she could gather about him, never sharing them with anybody. She didn’t think she should tell anyone. Most of what she knew concerned his feelings and inner-most thoughts, after all. Everything seemed far too intimate to share outside of their own bond. No one else would understand.

          She stood frozen for a while, losing track of time just watching him; studying him. His broad, hardened shoulders called to her attention and she followed the soft C-shape of his spine with her eyes. She could see the tension he held in those shoulders; she had long ago learned the telltale signs of stress on the human body. He held himself so tightly enclosed; so afraid of opening up to anyone. Rey supposed she could understand that. At any sign of weakness his position as Supreme Leader would be called into question by the vultures (or at least one in particular) who believed they could do a better job. But at the end of the day it was still absolutely maddening to her, to see him keep Ben Solo, the man he was meant to be, hidden under lock and key. He just needed a little push was all. That’s what she kept telling herself. She just needed to find something, or someone, who could do it.

          But Kylo Ren was an impenetrable wall of cool hostility. Or at least, she thought he had been, until their bond began and he was no longer able to hide much of anything from her. Slowly, cautiously, he had shown her a glimpse of the layer beneath the first, and from that moment on she had wanted more and more until each and every layer had been stripped away and he lay bare before her, completely vulnerable for her. This desire puzzled her, of course, for it felt so intrinsically wrought in the depths of her soul and yet when she put it into words it sounded oddly…compassionate, in a certain way she wasn’t accustomed to.

           She must have made a noise of somesort, for his head snapped up and he sat up rigidly in his chair. His tousledraven hair swirled around his long, scarred face as he turned, and when hiseyes saw her for the first time they softened ever so slightly. He was a hardman; cold and sharp as battle-forged steel. But every time she was around alittle bit of that hardness melted away; a tiny sliver of gentleness, a chinkin the blade’s edge, meant only for her.

           “How long have you been standingthere?” he asked sharply. One hand covered his notes on the paper.

           “Not long,” Rey answered, craningher neck to try and inspect what little she could see of his fine blackmarkings. “What’s that?”

           “It’s nothing.” He said itdismissively before tucking the papers away out of her reach.

           He then turned and appraised herwith one raised eyebrow, as he often did in an attempt to annoy her out oftalking with him. He knew she hated when he did that eyebrow thing. She knew heactually wanted her to stay, no matter what he said or did.

           “Why are you here?”

           “Why are we ever forced togetherlike this?” Rey shrugged. “I haven’t the foggiest.”

           “Come now, I’m sure you could findan answer if you searched hard enough,” Kylo said dryly.

           “Hm, alright,” Rey yielded. “Isuppose I came for the usual reason: to try and show you the light, even thoughyou like to act as though you’re blind to such things.”

           “Maybe I am.”

           “And maybe you’re full of fodder.”

           His lips twitched as he restrained asmile. His fine-boned face had relaxed into an expression of wary courtesy. Ever the gentleman is Kylo Ren.

           “I concede; I’m not blind. Not inthe slightest.”

           “Then why do you continuously resistme?” Rey demanded. “You resist your own mother. Why are you fighting so damnhard for something that’s only going to kill you slowly?”

           “Or quickly, if I play my cardsright.” Kylo retorted with dark humour that was not received well, needless tosay.

           He cleared his throat. “You shouldn’tbe so quick to dismiss your charming capabilities. At this challenge you haveproved a more than formidable opponent.”

           One gloved finger ghosted across thescar that ran across his orbital bone, cut diagonally over his profile, anddisappeared under the high collar of his uniform. Rey swallowed. She too oftenthought of their battle in the snowy forest on Starkiller, late at night whenno one else could see her blush at the forceful memory or hear her mutter toherself. Something about Kylo, about their bond, made her feel…different.Alive. Fearless. And a thousand other things, too. That night had been thefirst time she had realized this, along with all its dangerous potential.

           She furrowed her brow, squinting herhazel eyes at him in confusion. He was slowly stepping closer to her, his handsnow clasped behind his back, casual as can be.

           “What are you saying, Ben?” sheasked warily.

           “I’m saying that contrary to yourinterpretation of things, you are incredibly difficult for me to resist,” heexplained, adding in a tempting whisper, “even now.”

           Rey could feel the beads of coolsweat forming along the nape of her neck. She shivered gently as goosebumpsraised the skin on her arms. He was perilously close and it made her breathcatch in her throat. She had to crane her neck a bit to look into his wide,dark eyes; so like his mother’s that it always gave Rey pause when she saw themup close. He had the crooked nose and scoundrel smile of a Solo though, and shecould see the ghost of the latter beginning to shine through on his full,alluring lips.

           “I know why you’re here, Rey,” Hewent on, his voice huskier than ever. “Not because you were thinking about me,or because you were hoping to win me over this time. You’re here because I was thinking of you.”

           There had been multiple times whereRey had sensed this to be the case upon initiation of their connection.Instances where, for one reason or another, she just knew it hadn’t been her who had opened the channel. And yet hewould never outright admit it, and if she suggested the idea he would vehementlydeny it, and try to argue that he was really far too busy to be talking to heranyway. But she had never been one to enjoy that avoidance bullshit, so she hadbecome persistent. And still, he refused to admit to anything. Until now,apparently.

           She thought if her heart beat anyharder in her chest she wouldn’t be able to hear him talk over her own pulse inher ears. Her cheeks burned with a heat that was completely unlike anything shehad experienced in the Jakku dessert.

           She was shocked to see Kylo’s cheekswere even flushed with colour. He was…nervous,but confident at the same time. Almost overly-confident, actually; recklesslyso. But she could feel the harried rhythm of his nerves like a faint vibrationin the air around her. She would have smiled triumphantly if she hadn’t beenfrozen solid with shock. He was nervous, only because he had no idea what theoutcome would be with her. She was, despite their intimate bond, stillsomething of an enigma to him. It frightened him and excited him all at thesame time.

           “Ben…” Her voice was barely awhisper; her throat was bone-dry. “What were you writing?”

           His eyes searched hers intently. Hisstare was so intense, she may have had to look away, had it not been for thesoftness she found in the outer corners of those eyes. Just a little shadow, alittle moisture, in a place that was normally so hard or manic. The lines inhis skin there were smooth; almost youthful. It was a strange thing to notice,but it gave her comfort.

           “A personal log,” he repliedbriefly. He was so close to her she could feel his warm breath tickle her face.

           “About what?”

           He gave her a funny, pleading look,as if to say “You really have to ask me that?”

           “You, of course,” he said somewhatplaintively. “And whatever it is that binds us. How it mystifies me. How I…Ican’t seem to keep you out of my head for even a second anymore. It frustratesthe hell out of me!”

           That ferocity suddenly returned tohis voice and he gripped her upper arms, careful not to squeeze too tight allthe same. She gasped at the contact, entirely swept up in the current of hisemotions.

           “Do you have any idea how infuriating it is to be at the forefront of a war, leading your troops into battle,only to be distracted by the mere thoughtof a scavenger girl appearing to you?” He shook her as he talked, just lightly,as a parent may do to a child they intend to make a desperate impression on inregards to one thing or another.

           “Do you know how many times I havefaltered, because your face suddenly swam across my mind and it utterlydisarmed me? Do you know how weak that — how weak you make me? Even just a second, distracted by you, could be enoughto get me killed. And yet…I continue to do nothing to put a stop to it. Icannot bring myself to end this; to risk never being distracted by you again.”

           She could feel his chest againsthers and his grip tightened on her just a little, enough to hold her immobileand flush against him. But she knew that if she wished to run, he would let hergo. It was good to know, she supposed. Comforting, even. But she didn’t wish torun, not this time.

           “Do you know what that’s like?” heasked in a strained whisper.

           Rey’s eyes fell to his lips. Neverbefore had she seen them so close. Never before had she felt much of a desireto kiss anybody on the mouth, until now. They drew her in like a magnet and shewas weak against their pull. She wanted to kiss that beautiful, stupid mouth.As she realized this, she felt the winds of fate shift just so, and it wasenough to prompt her next words, which came out clear and strong:

           “Yes. I do.”

           Kissing him was like lazing in thewarm morning sun on Jakku. It was like being washed clean by the refreshingrains of Ahch-To. It was like cruising through endless space and bottomlessstars, seeing beauty in all of it, even the darkness. But then there was the thrillof it; oh, the thrill! A sudden, lurching jump into hyperspace had nothing onthis.

           Their kiss was soft, like theprecious, almost tentative first kiss of youth. They held each other in theirarms as though they were each other’s shields, keeping one another safe fromany and all forms of danger. And for the first time in their lives that theycould remember, both Rey and Ben felt truly, peacefully safe.

           Shortly after they parted Bendisappeared, leaving Rey to stand alone on the grassy cliff, her left armpositioned upwards, fingers outstretched, tracing a scar that was no longerthere.

#my fic #reylo prompt #reylo #reylo fanfic #reylo fic #kylo x rey #otp: you're not alone #anon