#Zelink fic

[demiboydemon]

Suddenly I very urgently need to write smut where Zelda is a dragon-hybrid dom. I don’t know the plot yet but I hope I find it along the way.

I am open to suggestions

[zeldaseyebrows]

The next chapter of my grad school AU is out!

The title is: The One Where Link Cries. There's drama, exposition, spicy times, and Link gets to have a little breakdown as a treat. Hope you enjoy!

[kazraza]

Chapter 1 - PART ONE — AS ABOVE

Fandom: The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom Relationships: Link/Zelda Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Angst with a Happy Ending, Worldbuilding

Excerpt: The stone pulses again, and Zelda feels its vibration hit her and then travel through the air around her. She feels Link, feels where he falls through the air, feels the sword where it lays, broken upon the cliff, feels the body shrouded in evil, and a tiny thread of light moving like a small fish in rapid waters. For a moment, time stands still. Not slowed, but absolutely stopped. But only for a split second and then the stone—

It wrenches her back. But not through space—through something else. Light and dark flash across her vision, faster and faster. It’s too much. She can’t see the road anymore. Can’t see where the stone is taking her. The only thing she knows with certainty is that it’s away. 

She is falling through so much more than space. She is falling through everything. 

[lily-alphonse]

"My Piece of Home" by Lily Alphonse

Zelink Week 2024 Day 1: Under the Stars

Rating: Teen

Words: 2,684

“You know we can always come back to visit whenever you want.” “Yeah I know,” Zelda said quietly to the stars, packing away thoughts of their future in the back of her mind, and turning to look at him with a smile. “Are you ready?” “After you, milady.” He gestured to the edge. Excitement. Excitement, not anxiety, she repeated like a mantra as she looked over the edge again. It almost felt like the first time she flew as a child, the same trepidation.

On their final night as residents of Skyloft, Link and Zelda enjoy the newfound freedom to fly their Loftwings at night. But Link also has a surprise in store…

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Created for Zelink Week 2024 @zelinkcommunity

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Special thanks to @zeldaelmo and @greatskeletongothfan for help with the Loftwing names :)

[zellink]

all the bells say - chapter 11: Calefacient

a pre-calamity zelink longfic. [M-rated // chapter 11 of 28 // Act 2 of 5]

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Chapter excerpt:

The difference doesn’t only lie in the landscape, Zelda knows; it’s in her, too. It’s in the way the knots in her shoulders seem to loosen and melt away the further she is from the castle. It’s in the disappearance of that heavy resentment she used to harbor towards the man now riding alongside her; in its absence, something else grows. Not lightness—there’ll always be mountains upon mountains on her back that she’ll never be able to shed so long as the Calamity looms overhead—but something heartening nonetheless. She wonders if he feels the same way. Wonders whether the outside comforts him, too.

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[michpat6]

“What if we made the portrait ourselves?” Zelda lowers her head and kisses below his jaw, smiling at how his pulse quickens under her lips. “It can be our way of making it real.”

“You’re forgetting, dear,” he tilts his head to give her more access, practically purring under her touch as she kisses her way down to his collar, “Neither of us know how to paint.”

“We can take our time,” she whispers, kissing back up his neck before turning his head so she can lick into his mouth, “We’re not King and Queen until it’s hanging in the Great Hall.”

OR

Two years after the Upheaval, Zelda and Link are finally ready to take on their promised roles as Queen and King Consort of Hyrule.

OR OR

I have a gift for @between-star! Link and Zelda learn to paint together 🥺🥺

[iti-iskuna]

To Sow You Back Up Like a Garden

Category: F/M

Rating: Mature (Graphic Depictions of Violence)

Word Count: 3,520

“Well,” Zelda sighed, “I supposed we have some time to…” Her voice trailed off as she turned around to face Link. She had barely caught it, the smallest crack of his invisible armor, but she saw it nonetheless: a slight grimace as his torso twisted away from the door, his left hand—his offhand—trailing on the doorknob. “Link?” Zelda stepped toward him cautiously. “Are you alright?” Her silent knight remained true to his reputation. As he nodded stiffly in response, she could see a flash of pain flicker in his bright blue eyes. His bottom lip puckered ever so slightly, as if he trapped the inner flesh of it between his teeth. “Link.” Zelda closed the distance between them, her jaw set and her breath quickening. “Show me.”

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[etherealperrie]

Peace

Link x Zelda | Zelink

Word Count: 1.7k

Contains: Link and Zelda being soft for one another | the "I would lay my life down for yours again & again if it meant being able to see you happy" kind of trope | excessive amounts of fluff | Link and Zelda being soulmates in every universe | Link and Zelda finally getting a peaceful, happy moment

Warnings: references to nudity, potential spoilers as the events of this fic take place after BOTW & TOTK

A/N: I've never written anything for this universe before, BUT, I've been playing copious amounts of botw & totk and have been thinking about these two a lot & how much I want them to be happy & be able to hold one another, so I wrote it! I hope someone out there enjoys <3

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There’s something on Zelda’s mind. Her lip pulled taught between her teeth, that all too familiar crease between her brows ever present. Link knows that look all too well. A distant look in her eyes, as if she’s not really here in the garden of their Hateno Village home, but somewhere else entirely. 

Link knows not to question her, she comes to him when she’s ready, but he watches her intently. A habit he’s never really broken, whether he realizes it or not. His eyes are on her, watching as she breathes, letting her eyelids close, the summer evening breeze grazing her slightly sunburnt cheeks. Her hair dances with the wind and Link swears that for a moment, his heart skips a beat. He doesn’t bother to check, though, for he’s all too used to that feeling ever since it began when he first laid eyes on her over a century ago. 

Sometimes he wishes he could remember everything. Every look, every touch, every word they exchanged with one another. To forget even one is a shame. Perhaps this is why he refuses to take an eye off of her now. Every day, hour, minute, second, is a chance to make up for the gaps in his memory. To put her at the center of his world. It’s easy work for him. 

Zelda sighs and Link’s shoulders relax as she comes back down from wherever she’d gone. Sometimes she gets swept up into memories – some of them pleasant, others not so much. Link holds his breath for a minute more, waiting for her reaction.

She smiles and rises from where she sat beside the garden bed of carrots, closing the space between the two of them in a few steps. 

“Another dream?” Link asks, looking up at her. She leans into him, collapsing onto his lap, her arms wrapped around his shoulders. He welcomes her, wrapping his arms around her torso, pulling her into him. She’s soft and warm, a soothing smell of grass and soap enveloping his senses, reminding him that they’re both here. Human. Solid. Real. Alive. 

“Sometimes, when the wind blows over me like that, I can feel my mother’s touch.” Zelda hums, leaning her head against Link’s chest. At her words, he hugs her a bit tighter, wishing he could fill these empty parts of her. Zelda continues on. “Then, I think of Urbosa. I miss her.” 

“Me too,” Link agrees. He misses them all. Urbosa, Mipha, Revali, Daruk. Back when he and Zelda were no more than a Princess and a Knight. He doesn’t wish to return to those moments, per say, he’s happy to be here with Zelda having survived the Calamity and the Upheaval. Happy that she came back to him after the draconification, that he can touch her again. How lucky they are to be here with one another. Some days the survivors' guilt is harder to overcome than others. 

He wishes Zelda didn’t feel it, though. He wishes more than anything that he could absolve her of that guilt. Of every sadness. He’d bare it all himself, double, if it meant she would never have to feel it again. But here she is, reminiscing, sharing with him. Handling it with such grace, such beauty. She doesn’t know it, but her ability to carry on is what keeps him going, what inspires him to keep living despite it all. 

The sun is just beginning to set now, beginning its descent behind the trees as she readies to exchange posts with the moon. The wind picks up, blowing a cool breeze over the two of them. Link watches a chill spread across Zelda’s exposed shoulder, her lip quivering for a brief moment. 

For a moment he’s sucked into his mind, a memory washing over him. Zelda knelt in waist deep water praying to the Goddess Hylia – pleading, really – in hopes of discovering her power. He’d been ordered to stand and watch guard while she prayed, ensuring her safety. But, goddess, it took everything in his power to keep his back turned to her.

Link would never admit this to anyone, but that night he couldn’t turn a blind eye to the tremble in her voice. While she prayed, he turned over his shoulder to catch just a glimpse of her. Bathed in the glow of the moon, her porcelain skin reflecting the constellations above and the water below she looked, well, heavenly. More like a goddess than Hylia herself, Link had half a mind to fall on bended knee and worship Zelda. 

Underneath, though, he could see her shivering. Her teeth chattered as she begged with the Goddess to show her something, anything that could help in their battle against Calamity Ganon. Her fists clenched, her shoulders heaved as tears began to spill over and trail down her cheeks. Link wanted nothing more in that moment than to rush to her side, wipe the tears from her cheeks with the calloused pad of his thumb and pull her from the water. But he’d taken a vow of silence. A vow to protect the Princess. He couldn’t act on impulse, on desire.

Link lets out a quiet laugh now, running his thumb over Zelda’s exposed shoulder, hoping to warm away the chills. She tucks into him, exhaling a breath at his touch. Foolish, he thinks, to have ever thought that desire for the Princess would ever disappear – he’s destined to love her forever, in every lifetime, in every timeline. 

It’s a relief to be able to act on impulses now. To care for her in his own way, to warm her shivering body with his, to take her pain away. 

Zelda feels Link’s eyes on her and she wonders what he’s thinking. She wonders if he’s just as content as she is to sit here, in his lap, forever. She wouldn’t doubt it, sometimes it feels as though he’d sit with her all day, if she would let him. She often has to remind him that she’s okay. That she’s not going to go anywhere. Though, she often has to convince herself of that fact first. They’ve been through so much in the past century, the past handful of years since the Calamity and the Upheaval. So much loss, that some nights she clings to Link in her sleep to keep her tethered to this reality, to prevent fate from taking her away again. 

“I think we’ve done enough work for today,” Link says, moving one of his arms and sliding it under Zelda’s knees, lifting her into a bridal carry in one swift motion. Zelda gasps, tightening her grip as if she’s ever once had to worry she isn’t safe in his arms. She’s never felt more safe in her life, and that’s not an easy thing for the Princess to feel. Even if, goddess forbid, something were to tear them apart again, she knows that somehow Link will return to her. 

The next few minutes between the Princess and the Knight happen in total silence and almost without thought. All Link knows is that he wants to make Zelda comfortable. So, a bath is drawn. 

Steam rises from the tub as Zelda sinks into the water, the chill of the evening leaving her body. She tips her head back, the ends of her hair skimming the surface, as she rests her head against the wall, turning at the sound of footsteps approaching. 

Link slips into the washroom, his eyes glinting at the sight of her – two lush green eyes set in a hazy glow of peach and pink. He smiles, elated to see her so relaxed, even more so to see her smiling back at him. 

“Might I join you?” he asks, already slipping out of his tunic.

Zelda hums in encouragement, watching as Link lifts his tunic over his head. She watches with wide eyes, as if she’d never seen him like this before. Perhaps it’s because she doesn’t remember much of anything from her time in the skies, that she would be remiss to not take every moment with her knight as something precious. 

She drinks in the sight of his muscled back, tan, naked skin marked with blotches of color – some yellow, others purple – bruises, from his endless battles. In the next second, he’s fully exposed and her eyes are mapping every freckle and scar, each with its own memory. 

Soon, Link is standing just above her as she shimmies back, spreading her legs to make ample room for him to rest. It’s not often that she gets to hold him, so when his back is pressed against her front seconds later, his head resting against her chest, those crystalline blue eyes looking up at her from below, she feels as though her heart might beat through her chest. She’s certain he can feel it. 

He can. And, goddess, what a sensation. The moment his bare skin comes into contact with hers, Zelda’s fingertips skimming up the length of his body from his hip, across his torso, and up his neck stopping to circle each mark, he is reborn. 

Zelda asks about each one, tracing her fingers across Link’s skin again and again, desperate to know the story that led to every blemish. Link entertains her, his eyes falling shut as he recalls spats and battles, some she was present for and others not. He surprises himself with a few stories. He was certain he’d forgotten some, but with her hands on him, he recalls them with ease. Zelda smiles as she listens to him, the cushion of his body beneath her hand. She stifles a laugh when she notices a trail of chills following in her wake as her hand wanders Link’s body. It’s sweet to know the effect she has on him, she’ll never tell him that she knows, so she revels in the discovery while his eyes are closed. 

They carry on until the water is tepid, their bodies having absorbed the heat of the liquid and of one another. They wrap in towels, drying their skin, unraveling from one another for just that moment before tumbling into their shared bed, naked skin to naked skin. 

Peace is something the two of them are just beginning to know. Perhaps peace, the gentle feeling of loving one another, is the very thing they’ll cling to.

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[writingnocturne]

💕 I Know You... 💕

TLoZ Post-Canon Comfort

Summary:

Link has defeated Ganon and rescued Princess Zelda. Strangely, she seems to already know his name...

Rating: T

Word Count: 2,076

Ao3 Link:

I've been messing with writing in the past tense lately for my ZW fic. I wrote this as a warmup before one of the chapters the other day; I hope you enjoy! I love the innocence of Classic Zelink. They're so little... ;v;

[amelias-zelda-calamity-quintet]

If there are any questions about why I link my Wattpad before my AO3 when I know Tumblr has a preference for one over the other, I have two reasons. One, it's cause that's where my fanbase is presently. I started on Wattpad and I am only now joining AO3 for dual uploads. Basically all of the people following me on this blog as of writing this came here from my Wattpad, and I'm super grateful for the community I've built around that. They deserve some credit for putting up with my hiatuses.

Two is to give myself some credit on my fics' quality. Since I am so new to AO3 and I bulk imported a bunch of two of my fics, I haven't had time for a lot of people to find me on AO3. And I know kudos/hits work different from votes/reads, but like. One of these does make me look a little better.

Whichever platform you prefer, I hope you'll give Goddess of Secrecy or Mark of a Hero a read. There are definitely some people who like them, and I hope you to do too.

(Also my view on Wattpad shows chapters I have queued in the total, there are not more chapters out of MoaH on Wattpad than there are on AO3. That is not the case for GoS, it's getting chapters to AO3 as it's getting edited)

[onthearrow]

Head/Heart 16 is up!

Thank you everyone for your patience during the break! I had the most amazing August (and half of September).

The timelines are synched; let's get this ball rolling. Hope you all enjoy! xo

[demiboydemon]

Working on editing the prologue for my longfic… about 10,000 words in.

Going to cut this but it’s so fun lol

[thethreeeyed-raven]

I POSTED A ZELINK FIC😱

i will be making a zelink masterlist tomorrow and will be adding this on🫶🏻

happy reading!

[kazraza]

oh btw, here’s another zelink project i’ve been working on recently, alongside the incredibly talented @wanderingnightingale who voices zelda!! i voice impa and paya, who appear in chapters 4 and 5! you can watch the first ep here!

[lily-alphonse]

"Like Real People Do" by Lily Alphonse

Zelink Week 2024 Day 3: Blooming

Rating: Teen

Words: 6,404

After so long without tears, so long without her, to hold her again had the dam bursting, crying so much he couldn’t see. Zelda was laughing at him as she also cried and tried to wipe his tears futilely. They were a hysterical mess, pawing at and kissing each other's faces, holding each other. Link wanted to hold her forever, to never let her go again.

A tale of grief and growth. A melancholy journey to Link and Zelda’s true happy ending as they settle into normal lives, like real people do~

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Created for Zelink Week 2024 @zelinkcommunity

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[zellink]

all the bells say - chapter 12: Dissonance

a pre-calamity zelink longfic. [M-rated // chapter 12 of 28 // Act 2 of 5]

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Chapter excerpt:

She has always understood that her knight is a walking legend. Spirit of the Hero, they call him. Handpicked by Hylia so long ago for his valor and courage in the face of the toughest wars. The body and the mind may be different each time, but the soul persists. Maybe she should tell Father to fire all her tutors. Let Anthon simply be a resident court poet and stop these ‘music sessions’ with her. Clear out this grand chamber of any instruments and unnecessary decorations—furnish it only with two armchairs facing each other, and a small table boasting an assortment of pastries, a teapot, and two teacups. And then she’ll sit Link down. Let him eat however much pastry he likes, then start asking him questions. Lay all the cogwheels and gears from that elusive head on a table and examine them, then find remnants of their past successes in the grease. Study his spirit and thus her history, the way her tutors desperately want her to study those texts. Get to know him and maybe, just maybe, she can know herself.

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