#//Pipit don't look at him he's a simple man

[hero-of-skies]

" Are you staring at my lips? " // from Pipit!

" ... " The hero continues silently staring, entranced.

Eyes widened as his brain processed what his senior said. " Wait I am- Sorry, Pipit! "

[transskywardsword]

It's finally here! The 'Countdown to Galentines Day' femslash February event is finally here! Beginning with...

SkySwd Zelink - Heaven

for more a sneak peek on the week leading up to valentines day's line up, check out my pinned!

*note: this takes place immediately after the events of Skyward Sword. Zelda and Link are t4t femme and butch lesbians respectively, she/her pronouns for both, and they have been in a loosely established relationship for ages. enjoy!

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It was their first time in the Skies since Link finally drove her blade deep into Demise's sternum and put this whole monstrosity behind them.

Well, not their first time, not when they already had to ferry Groose back to Skyloft and guide down the curious inhabitants of the floating islands, lest the citizens of Skyloft go poking around below the thinning cloud layer on their own and fly straight into a monster camp that Link hadn't yet had the time to dispose of. Of course, after the flights back and forth and guided tours, complete with knights jumping at the chance to put their limited skills to the test as they whacked around lingering bokos and children marveling at the thick air, humidity, and hummingbirds, came the questions.

Groose, bless him, was kind enough to answer most questions the Skyloftians threw Link’s way and was heavy-handed enough with the ones who still pushed back that everyone knew better than to come to Link with anything. Everyone but Gaepora, of course. Because as much as he pretended to be a simple, old academic, the Headmaster was as stubborn as his daughter, and when either of them was on the warpath, no one walked away unscathed.

Link had been avoiding the old man and his big sad eyes demanding big, sad answers all day, dipping out of breakfast tents and around corners and behind trees, feeling awfully close to how she did when a Guardian was hot on her tail, and right now the ruined back rooms of the Sealed Temple-- all dusty cracked stone and remnants of the Sheikah who had kept watch here for centuries-- served as the perfect hiding spot. No one would think to look for Link here, except for Groose, maybe Pipit, and--

"Don't tell me you're hiding from Pa," A soft voice called.

"Zelda," Link squeaked, spinning, and flushed. "You startled me."

"Sounds like a guilty conscience talking," Zelda said, flashing her a cheeky smile. Or, it would be cheeky, if it didn't feel so damn sad under the surface.

"What's wrong?" Link wanted to ask, "What do you need? How can I help?" Those were the questions of the hour, weren't they? What wasn't wrong? What didn't they need? How could anyone possibly help, after tornados and demons and Demise? How could anything possibly be okay again?

Instead, Link untangled herself from the gloom of the Temple's corners and crept up to Zelda's side. She raised a hand and, upon receiving a soft nod, slipped it through the taller girl’s beaded braids, cupping her brown cheek.

“Perhaps,” Link admitted softly, moving closer, closer, and then Zelda was a breath away, their noses brushing. Link tilted her head in a silent question and Zelda answered it by sliding her head forward and closing the gap between them.

The kiss was soft, barely a brush of skin, but far from chaste, carrying a heavy, vibrating intensity just below the skin of their lips. Link’s fingers tightened around Zelda’s braids and the woman let out a soft, sad sound. Link pushed back.

“I’m fine,” Zelda said, pulling Link back to her, but Link realized with growing horror that Zelda’s eyes were wet, glossy, and red.

“I’m fine,” Zelda said again, pulling Link against her mouth. “Everything is fine. Just, just kiss me, damn it.”

Link took a hold of her cheeks and slowly pushed Zelda’s face away, resting their foreheads together.

“ ‘sorry,” Zelda murmured. Link pressed their foreheads tighter together.

“It’s okay to not be fine, ya know.” Link said, and Zelda shrugged.

Are we ever going to be fine? The Past, the Future, the Triforce—would that pressure ever fade?

Demise.

Link swallowed. She hadn’t mentioned the… the curse, if you could call the foul, powerful words Demise had spat her way after she pinned him down, Fi pulsing in his chest, a curse.

“Stop.” Zelda said suddenly, and Link instantly pulled back.

“No—I don’t, I don’t mean holding me, that’s nice, do more of that. Stop dooming.”

“…Dooming?”

“Dooming, glooming, wallowing. We’re both doing it, and you don’t get to tell me everything is fine and that I shouldn’t worry when you’re worrying too.”

Zelda took her hand, rolling it around on her own, inspecting the new calluses that Link never imagined in a million lifetimes that she would ever have.

“Come flying with me,” Zelda said, pressing a kiss to Link’s fingertips-- one, two, three, four, five. “You and I and the Sky. Like before.”

“Like before when you pushed me to my death, or—”

Zelda slapped her arm with a wet giggle. “How was I supposed to know that Crimson was missing—”

“Murdered by my own lover, abandoned by my beloved. Love is dead!”

“Shhh,” Zelda giggled, swatting a hand over Link’s mouth. Link licked it, and Zelda squealed.

“Fly with me,” she said, pulling Link closer. “I want to see the Sky again. It’s been so long.”

“You were on a bird with Groose yesterday unloading the Lumpy Pumkpin—”

Zelda leaned down and quieted her with a kiss. It was easy to melt into it, even with their cheeks both being dangerously close to damp.

“Come fly with me. It’s been too long.”

“Okay,” Link said finally, bringing her fingertips to her bottom lip. It tingled, as if Zelda’s own lips had been electric. Perhaps they were.

Zelda took Link’s hand from her mouth, slotting their fingers together, and yanked her out of the back exit of the Sealed Temple into the wild greenery where the Sealed Grounds and Faron’s rainforests met. Her face was bright again, and Link began to finally feel lighter than she had in days as Zelda let out a shrill whistle, calling down her loftwing. Link made a point of hoisting her on the bird’s back and tying her into the saddle, slapping Zelda’s hands away playfully when the girl insisted she could tie herself in.

“Not on my watch, your Grace.” Link said with a cheeky smile, plopping a kiss on the tip of her nose, before sending the bird into the air with a quick squeeze of the muscle between the bird’s massive wings. Behind her, Zelda was silent.

Shit.

“Zel…”

“I’m fine.”

“I shouldn’t have called you that. I’m sorry.”

Zelda shrugged, suddenly very interested in her bird’s feathers.

“It’s what I am, isn’t it? Her Grace.”

“No!”

“I am! This whole fucking adventure is because of it, there’s literally no point in pretending otherwise—”

“Okay! Okay, so you’re still Her, somehow, someway. But you know what you really are?” Link said, shifting closer. Zelda looked away from her.

“You’re clever. And kind. And brave, so brave. You’re brilliant, just so smart, and most importantly? You’re my Zelda. Always have been. Always will be.”

Zelda finally looked to her, eyes prickling with tears.

“Link—”

“I love you.”

Zelda’s eyes went wide.

“…What?”

“I do. I really love you. I always have.”

Zelda’s warm, brown eyes were growing redder and redder until she buried her head in her hands, shaking her head, sending her beads rattling around her. Link drew closer, wrapping her arms around her, cradling her close.

“My Zelda. My Zelda.”

They were quiet after that, just gliding, hovering above the cloud layer as the sun sank down, painting the clouds pink and orange and slowly sinking to blue and black. Link rocked Zelda, running her hands through her beads and braids. Things were never going to go back to how they were before, Link realized. Or, maybe not realized, but finally actualized in her brain. Ghriahim, Demise… there was no changing that. No reversing it.

“When Demise and I fought…” She whispered, Zelda shifting against her chest, “I thought for a moment I was dreaming. That I was back in the Sky and would wake up any minute now. The place, the dimension, he brought me to… the sky there was unlike anything I had ever seen. The heavens incarnate.”

“How could something so terrible create anything beautiful?” Zelda murmured against her skin, and Link shrugged.

“I mean, sucks it took all this for me to finally use the ‘l’ word but—”

Zelda giggled against her, and finally showed her face, wet, snotty, and swollen, but still the most beautiful thing Link had ever seen.

“It wasn’t the heavens incarnate.” Link said softly. “I know, because you are.”

Zelda’s tear-stained eyes went wide, and Link resisted the urge to kiss her, instead just holding her closer still. They could kiss later, could explore one another while she promised her Zelda that she loved her until her lips were blue. For now, Link was happy to just hold her heaven incarnate.