#a sacred bond zelink

[linktheacehero]

I dare

*pokes you*

drop the oot zelink and magic stuff.

hehehehehe

*cracks fingers*

Oot Zelink. tragic blorbos but I will fucking die on my hill that they get a happy ending and heal from their trauma together.

Theyre so fucking devoted to each other ita not even funny like THEYRE RIDE OR DIE. (all zelinks are too) weird forest fae gremlin child broke into the castle and zelda said "him. I want him" and now youve got the most gender bi4bi couple ever besides botw/totk zelink.

I love em so much man. She's Link's tether and reasoning for so many things its insane. He searches for her endlessly, befriends her AGAIN even after sending him back and is so special to him that her gift is his most precious item.

And Zelda. GODS dont get me started on how much she cares for this man cuz shes just as whipped. Is literally his bestie as Sheik (while giving him the biggest bi panic) and fucking fights a shadow demon and stays by his side until he wakes. Sends him back out of love because she wabts him to regain the childhood he lost while she sacrifices hers (all she wanted was for him to be happy yall😭) and they still stay together in a new life because theyre bond is just that strong.

EVEN IN DEATH YOU SEE IT. Hero Shade misses his wife sm guys, what can I say. The guy literally used Zeldas' lullaby as an entrance to the most sacred weapon of the land and lingers by the castle like crazy (3 out of 7 skills are there)

The manga just speaks for itself, like theyre so in love.

As for magic shit, I just think its neat and its honestly at its core fancy science jdjdkd

[zelinkslullaby]

Oh my god it may have finally happened

I might have revived my interest in continuing A Sacred Bond....

I finished tears of the Kingdom last night and im full of zelink feels

[zelinkslullaby]

Thank you for the tag! I'm honored 🥺

Im actually writing right now and this is the last line I've got 👀

My body is set alight. I'm so breathless I may faint. He is most certainly real but this feels like a dream.

(I dont want to tag anyone and make them feel pressured or bother them so go on and add to this if you want!!!! It really isn't a bother at all if you do ^~^)

Last Sentence WIP Game

Rules: post the last line you wrote (from any WIP) and tag the same number of people as there are words.  

i was tagged by @lothlaer and i actually haven’t work on any of my fic WIPs since the last time I was tagged in this oh dear

here’s the last line from the ghosts AU anyway:

Jaskier pointed at the television. “Do you know how to work this?”

i can’t think of enough people to tag who haven’t been tagged already so feel free to just do this & say i tagged you

[clearwillow]

Some InuKagMor family bonding time while on vacation for @roseheartwhitefox this month! Place your bets on how long that hat lasts 🤣

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[ghostgirl19posts]

Febuwhump Day 1: Mind Control

Universe: Breath of the Wild

Pairing: Zelink

Rating: T for Astor being a creep

.....

Astor cannot believe how simple the answer is.

In order for the princess to obtain her destined power, all she has to do is feel and think of unconditional love. So easy in theory, yet it proves to be quite the formidable challenge when faced with a father never looking past her failures, and a court of vipers whose whispers of disdain always drift by the young princess’s ears.

It’s no wonder that love is the furthest thing from her mind when she begs for the sacred power to no avail.

For years, Astor didn’t think he had anything to worry about. The only person that loved Zelda openly was the Gerudo Chief Urbosa, but her visits were few and far in between. She never stayed long enough for Zelda to reflect on their close bond when praying.

As Zelda grew older, eligible men never remained long in her presence. No one wanted a failure of a princess, to be the companion to the heir of a throne of nothing. And for her part, Zelda appeared to want nothing to do with them either. All she seemed to care about was dabbling with the Sheikah technology and praying for a power he knew would never come.

Truly, unconditional love seemed to be unreachable for the despondent princess. That is, until he was assigned to be her appointed knight.

He, being Link: Hylian Champion and the bearer of the sword that seals the darkness. He first presented himself to the court upon pulling the sword at 13, and while Astor noticed the hero’s gaze linger a bit too long after the princess, he figured it was nothing to be concerned about.

Link was just a 13-year-old boy, barely on the cusp of manhood. Boys his age staring at pretty girls wasn’t anything unusual. It was just a passing attraction, a fleeting crush at most. It would go away once the next attractive girl caught his eye.

However, to his chagrin, it didn’t go away. In fact, the longing gazes only seemed to burn hotter at 17, lit by a fire only maturity could give.

And Zelda, while displeased at the notion of having a glorified babysitter about to be foisted upon her, hadn’t hid her looks of appreciation as well has she might have thought.

A princess and her knight, Hero and Heroine, two souls reborn to fight the great evil time and time again. They’re practically soulmates; it’d only be a matter of time before love would blossom between them.

Obviously, Astor couldn’t let that come to pass.

A knock at the door jars him from his thoughts.

“Astor?”

It’s her voice. He doesn’t give her time to speak more before he hastens to open the door.

She blinks in surprise at the sudden motion, while Astor takes the time to note with satisfaction that Link is nowhere to be seen. His official appointment isn’t scheduled until tomorrow, but that didn’t stop the little pest from constantly hovering around the princess.

Opportunities to get her alone were quickly becoming scarce, and so when he heard that Link would be sparring with a group of new soldiers this afternoon, he knew he had to take this chance and strike.

In a way he almost pities the knight. The one time he lets her out of his sight, and she walks headlong into the most dangerous room in the castle.

“Astor? You requested my presence?”

He clears his throat and looks at her with his most charming, unassuming smile. It’s fooled the king for years; his daughter should prove no different.

“Ah, yes. Please come in, Your Highness.”

Zelda eyes him warily. Something tingles in her stomach while something else gnaws at her brain. Something isn’t right. For some reason she’s always held reservations about the fortune teller, even while her father trusted him so openly.

However, Astor mentioned in his note that he figured out a way to summon her sacred power faster. She knows time is running out and she’s growing increasingly desperate. Thus, she was forced to put aside all her misgivings and answer the request.

Ultimately, she nods once, careful to keep her mask of neutrality in place as she sweeps into the room with a grace only befitting of a princess.

He follows after her with that sickly sweet smile still plastered on his face, never letting it slip even as he invites her to sit. Zelda does so, if a bit reluctantly.

She takes a moment to observe her unfamiliar surroundings. Bookcases crowd the walls of the small, dim room, and if she focuses, she can make out a few titles on the spines. They vary from divine intervention, to dark arts, to history, and-

“Thank you for allowing me the grace of your audience this afternoon, Princess,” Astor says, cutting off her musings as the rules of a genteel society regrettably force her to look at him while he’s speaking to her.

He’s still smiling, and for reasons she can’t explain, it unnerves her down to her bones.

She clears her throat. “Yes, that. You said you found a faster way in which I may be able to harness my sacred power?”

She doesn’t bother with pleasantries, preferring to get straight to the point. After all, she doesn’t want to be here any longer than necessary.

Astor nods gleefully. “Yes, I have. We can get started on the preparation now, if you’d like.”

“Preparation?”

“Yes, there is a little preparation involved. It’s rather simple, actually. All you must do is relax.”

Zelda lifts a brow. No one’s ever told her to relax in her life.

Meanwhile, Astor pays no mind to her skepticism and offers to light the incense. Before Zelda can say whether or not she approves, he takes the liberty of lighting them anyway. It isn’t long after that a sweetly heady, musky scent filters through the air.

Zelda breathes in deeply and can already feel her muscles relaxing. It smells sort of like the incense she sometimes burns to help her sleep at night. Similar, but not exact, although the effects seem to be largely the same. Her eyelids are drooping and she’s slumped back in the chair, unable to maintain her rigid posture any longer.

She can’t find it in herself to care that she’s letting her guard down. Astor said he found a way for her to access her power, and in order to do that she needs to relax. Doesn’t seem too bad of a preparation.

“Shhh,” the voice of Astor murmurs somewhere behind her, low and soothing to her senses. “Breathe in deeply, Zelda, and slowly breathe out. Let the incense wash over your mind, let your body relax.”

Zelda doesn’t find any reason to disagree. Besides, she hasn’t relaxed in years. The offer is too tempting to ignore.

“That’s it,” he praises, and his hands land on her shoulders. He leans down and purrs in her ear, the low timbre of his words slow and drawn out. “You can feel your muscles slacken. Your eyes are heavy, but you’re fighting to keep them open. Close them, Zelda. Surrender yourself to my voice.”  

The dim, sensual lighting provided by the candles, the incense that clouds her mind enough to coax her into obeying any suggestion, the rich, decadent tones of his voice…

Her head falls forward, eyes slid shut.

Astor grins against the lobe of her tapered ear.

“Very good. Say ‘yes’ if you can hear me, Zelda.”

“Yes.” It’s slurred and it comes across as a borderline moan, but it’s there.

He fights from smiling wider. Here she is, the headstrong Princess of Hyrule, reduced to utter putty in his hands, free and malleable for him to play with and shape in any form. It’s tempting to manipulate her beyond his initial business, but he knows he’s on borrowed time. That damned Hero could be looking for her any minute now.

“Listen to me closely, Zelda. There is a knight in the castle who claims himself to be the Hero. He possesses the sword that seals the darkness. His name is Link.”

“Link?” she mumbles, and for a second he swears his heart stops when she sluggishly picks up her head and her eyes slip open.

He grits his teeth and bites back the urge to growl. It seems that boy has his claws dug deeper into the princess than he initially suspected. Why, it’s as though as soon as she heard Link’s name, something in her mind sparked with recognition to seek out her protector, knowing the kind of danger its host is under.

However, to his relief, it’s plain to see she’s still under the trance. Her eyes lack awareness, almost as if a fog has filled the usually bright, emerald irises.

He sighs deeply, willing himself to relax else all his efforts will be for naught, then bends forward again to her ear.

“Yes, Link. You hate him. He is the living reminder of your own failures. He was able to fulfill his destiny so easily without enduring any hardship, yet here you are, ten years of praying with nothing to show for it. You hate him, and he despises you in return for failing to harness your sacred power. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she replies, bland and without emotion, still perfectly under the trance.

“Good. Tomorrow he will be officially appointed as your knight. He will be forced to follow you everywhere to protect you. Never believe for a moment that he enjoys your company, that he likes doing his job. Spurn every act of kindness he tries to do; he’s lying to you. Remember that he loathes having to protect a daughter of Hylia with no potential. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

He smirks. His plan is commencing wonderfully; even he is surprised at how easy it is to bend her to his will.

“Good girl,” he purrs, and because he can’t resist, presses his lips to the smooth, unblemished skin of her cheek.

Of course, she makes no indication that she’s aware of what he did. Idly, he wonders what the hero would do if he saw.

Heh, probably drive the Master Sword through my skull.

He moves back to her ear, voice silky smooth and tantalizing as ever to obey.

“You hate him. And you will continue to hate him, until-”

-until I say otherwise, which would be never. Unfortunately, he doesn’t get to finish the crucial statement, for his words are abruptly cut off by three, brisk knocks on the door that have the princess jumping in her chair.

Astor refrains from cursing his rotten luck as she darts her head to and fro, as if waking from a disturbing dream.

“Oh, I seem to have dozed off,” she says at last, breathless and flustered. “I apologize, Astor. What was it you were going to tell me? About my power?”

He clears his throat. “Ah, that. Well, it’s-”

Again, he’s cut off by more knocking, except this time it sounds like a fist pounding against the wood. Astor clenches his jaw and moves to open it, lest the blasted knight punch the door off its hinges.

When he opens it, he strains to keep his temper in check as he locks eyes with the cursed hero. While Astor has the decency to muster a smile to curve his lips, no matter how false, the knight does not bother to extend the same courtesy.

The frown never lifts from his mouth, and those piercing blue eyes that threaten to strike his soul and see him for the fraud his is, narrow slightly in suspicion.

“You! What are you doing here?!”

Link’s eyes dart past Astor to see the princess, who is standing and aiming a very displeased scowl on the knight. Astor internally smirks as he watches the hero’s features lightly slacken with surprise.

Seems like the hypnosis worked.

Zelda glares at him hatefully but the look softens when she peers up at Astor.

“So…? About my power?” she asks hesitantly, daring to hope.

She shouldn’t dare. He’s going to enjoy crushing it.

“Yes, Princess,” he says, smiling wickedly. “As I was saying, the fastest way to harness your power is…through prayer.”

Her face falls. He scarcely withholds a laugh.

“Prayer…?” she chokes out. Heh, the girl looks like she’s about to cry.

Astor ignores the knight’s hand creeping towards the winged hilt on his back.

“Yes, Your Highness, intense prayer. That is the key to unlocking your sacred power.”

“Oh,” she mumbles, forlorn gaze cast down. “I was afraid of that. Thank you anyway, Astor.”

With a sweep of her skirts, she brushes past Link, too disappointed to give him any more of her ire. But that’s alright; he’s confident that there will be plenty of other opportunities for her tongue to fly.

For a brief while, Link remains rooted in his spot. While he’s not gripping the Master Sword, his eyes are beginning to prove to be a weapon all on their own, and it’s all Astor could do to keep from gulping.

Nonetheless, he maintains the carefully prepared, innocent smile. Because there’s no way that Link knows what he’s done. He can’t know that Astor is responsible for the princess’s newfound abhorrence for him. He couldn’t have seen Astor’s dirty hands on her delicate shoulders, nor his filthy mouth tainting her pure cheek.

He can’t know, yet Astor can’t shake off the sickening tendril of fear that somehow, he does.

Those eyes narrow to thin, dangerous slits, and just when Astor is about to crack and speak—of what, he doesn’t even know, all-powerful seer that he is—Link turns and strides off down the hallway in the same direction as the princess.

Astor breathes a sigh of relief, yet he knows the feeling won’t last.

He dreads what her subconscious will supply to fill in the crucial gap that ‘until’ left behind.

[zelinkslullaby]

Link, trying to come up with a last name: Uh... Forest? No, no that's stupid. Forester? Better. Not great though.

-oh my gods. Thyme.

Zelda: Time.

Link. Time.

You're kidding me. You are not naming yourself, Link Time, the Hero Of Time.

Link: No, Thyme! Like the plant!

Zelda: No Thyme. I refuse to allow you to name yourself Link-goddess fucking-Time. Or Thyme, whatever. Its the same thing

Link: Its not! Its clever!

Wait did you just call me a goddess fucker-

Zelda: I MEAN-

YOU DID-

YOUR SPIRIT-

I WAS THE GODDESS-

THIS IS NOT THE POINT, LINK!

PLEASE think of another name. I'm begging you.

Link, pouting: Fine.《But it would've been cool you just refuse to admit it.》

[liv-andletdie]

I'm STARVED for fluffy tp zelink about them just genuinely in love and happy help pls

You would not believe how excited I was to start work on this! The biggest issue I came across was trying to choose what fluffy thing to write about. So I’m gonna do more than one! I’m gonna be writing more than one cute story (because there isn’t enough TP Zelink let’s be real) the first one is gonna be posted here on Tumblr and the rest will be found at Ao3

Ao3 link [x] 

Ordon was a hamlet that lived in almost total isolation. The small village was nestled deep in the forest to the south of Hyrule, hidden by dense green trees and separated by steep cliffs, the only way in was over a rickety old wooden bridge. As such very little news came in or out of the small community, the goings on of the world outside were a mystery to the people who lived there.

However sometimes rumors would find their way through the trees, carried on distant winds and the backs of traveling merchants. These rumors were often wild and unbelievable, made up tales of lords and ladies running away into the forests, sons betraying fathers, and mothers selling their daughters. While these stories made for great entertainment around the fire, they were hardly realistic. Stories blown out of proportion for the drama of it all, each person who passed it on added some daring and dangerous tale.

Some rumors were more believable than others, coming direct from Castle Town to the north and avoiding the hands of the meddlesome story tellers. They told of the King and his family, two noble and talented children. Stories of the son where rare, he was hardly seen amongst the people preferring to keep himself indoors and to his study. Stories of his sister however were a popular favourite among the men and women of the country.

They would tell of her incredible beauty, her caring heart, and her musical voice. Some said that she was a Goddess reborn, that no mortal creature could be as lovely as her.

These stories were some of the least believable to the young goatherd of Ordon.

The idea of a goddess walking amongst mortals was poetry, it wasn’t possible. Link dismissed these descriptions of the fair princess as an over romanticised fantasy. Some infatuated Bards attempt to win her favour, to see one of her so called “enchanting smiles”. Link had no doubt that the Princess was beautiful, however he found it hard to believe that anyone could be as beautiful as a deity.

That was until he finally met her.

—

The war was over, the twili returned to their realm, Midna returned to her throne. The great evil that had plagued Hyrule was gone, eradicated by the sacred blade, and she was at peace.

Zelda stood at the edge of her balcony, eyes tracing over the lights of the city below. The sounds of celebration rang through the cold night air as the people rejoiced. Evil was gone, the Goddesses had prevailed. The sounds of music and singing eased the pain in her heart, her people were safe. They were happy. She could rest.

Or at least try to.

Her castle was in ruins, her city demolished. Her people had suffered a great tragedy that one night of suffering could not ease. In the morning they would want answers, how did this happen? Who was to blame? Who saved us? The malicious rumors that would be spread in the aftermath caused a panic in her chest that dulled her good mood, as her people’s chants of victory turned into the cries of war, and their lanterns to flaming torches.

Will they call for my head? She wondered, gripping the stone railing with ruined gloves. Will they demand my blood as payment for theirs? It frightened her, the uncertainty of not knowing. She prayed for Midna’s confidence, the Twilight Queen had become a close friend during their months of battle. If only she were here with me now.

Midna had shattered the Mirror. She wasn’t coming back.

Zelda supposed that it was for the best. The Twili had suffered also, it would be better to keep the two worlds apart as they healed. And better to avoid any future calamities that may befall them.

Still the young Princess missed her friend.

A soft knock on the door behind her pulled her from her thoughts. The sounds of celebrations lost to her. The Princess stood taller, scolding herself for letting her thoughts get away from her

“Come in” she commanded, eyes still cast towards the stars. Thankfully her voice sounded stronger than she felt. The slide of old metal hinges rang in her ears, followed by soft unfamiliar footsteps. She listened as they got closer, stopping three steps behind her.

“Sorry for the interruption your Highness” a voice behind her spoke, it was soft and warm. The accent sounded Southern, nothing like she had ever heard before. Cautiously Zelda turned her head towards the voice.

He stood behind her, the man who held the Master Sword.

When she had seen him last he had been covered head to toe in desert dust, mud, and blood. His face set in a determined scowl. His blue eyes had been wild and clear, focusing on everything and nothing. He’d scared her. The proud wolf still visible in his hylian features.

But as he stood behind her, face free of the dust and grime from his battles, she was struck by how kind he looked.

“It’s quite alright” she said, her voice softer under his gentle gaze. “Was there anything I could do to help you?”

In the dim light from the moon she saw him shift on his feet. The tips of his long ears seemed to pinken, his dazzling blue eyes shifting to the ground. He cleared his throat, more out of habit than necessity. She was caught for a moment, tracing the shape of his cheekbones with her eyes. He’s left that ridiculous hat behind she noted unaware of why that made her smile slightly.

“No there’s… ahh.. There’s nothing. I just wanted to see if you were okay” 

Her heart skipped a beat in her chest. She felt breathless under his kind eyes, helpless and vulnerable. She stood before him, scarred and bruised. Her Royal Regalia was tarnished, her gown stained and torn. Her hair a mess and her exhaustion clear in her eyes.

And yet he looked at her without pity, malice, or contempt.

The warmth in his eyes made her forget, for a moment, the fear that had gripped her heart. The panic and the pain for her people lessened slightly and even her golden pauldrons felt lighter on her shoulders.

“I am okay” she said, surprised that she meant it. “How are you, Hero?”

He was blushing now, slight embarrassment clear as the red on his cheeks. He rubbed the back of his neck obviously flustered. He opened his mouth to say something, struggling to find the words.

“I’ll be okay but… nevermind” He backed away, feet shuffling against the dusty stones on the balcony. His face twisted into a mix of embarrassment and pain

“What is it?” she asked, instantly concerned. Such an expression seemed out of place on his youthful fac

“… It’s nothing”“Hero-”“Link”

She paused, trying and failing to keep the confused expression from her features. He looked ashamed, taking a step back, as if terrified that he had spoken out of turn. Terrified that she would have him cast from her sight, that he had angered royalty 

“Pardon?” “M-my name… it’s Link” he kept his gaze lowered, hands clasped behind his back as he traced patterns in the dust with the toe of his boot. Zelda took him in, the way the moonlight reflected off of his dirty blonde hair, the small blue earrings that hung from his pointed lobes, the sharp wolflike lines of his features.

“Link” she tested the sound in her mouth, finding that she enjoyed the way the syllables rolled off of her tongue. “Well, it’s a pleasure to formally meet you. Link” She raised a petite hand, cringing at the grime the stained the silk.

He took her hand in his, relief shining in his eyes. His hand felt gentle against hers, the rough skin of his fingertips caressing her knuckles through her glove.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you. Princess Zelda”

—

Months passed, and the city was torn down and built from the ground up.

People found their peace, they rebuilt their businesses and homes. Families and friends came together, communities became close. The dead were mourned, their memories preserved. Mothers cradled their children and sang them lullabies, husbands and wives were reunited. The sun rose and they began again.

In Link, Zelda found a friend. Someone she could confide in.

The two grew closer, bonding over the knowledge and experiences shared during those harrowing months. Every night they would meet on that balcony overlooking the city. Together they watched it heal and grow and flourish. They watched the people get stronger and the sadness leave the soil.

Their conversations began to change. Topics moving from that of growth and rebuilding. Link told her about Ordon, the goats, the trees, the cliffs. The isolated nature that had kept them in safety for as long as he could remember. “A paradise in the middle of nowhere” he called it. Zelda had smiled, she’s said it sounded beautiful and Link had promised to take her one day.

He told her about the stories that would pass into Ordon, stories of Lords running away with scullery maids, highway women luring men into the woods only to rob them blind, and children becoming heroes. In return she told him about the stories she’d hear in Castle Town.

They spent their nights telling each other stories, and when they ran out they made up their own. She would tell him old legends of the Goddesses and Heroes before him, stories of heavenly birds and people so small they were practically invisible.

Link would always leave before the sun rose, the two never straying past the realm of propriety. Hands would stay by their sides or rest on the stone railings. Eyes never lingered for longer than necessary. And every farewell was punctuated by a bow and they returned to their beds to sleep alone.

Their closeness did not go unnoticed.

Rumors began to spread around Castle Town of the Hero and Princess. Tales of debauchery and seduction, coloured with tragic forbidden love. Zelda would laugh it off, denying everything.

“Link is very dear to me” she’d say, her hand pressed over her heart “but our relationship is nothing like that”

They gossips would laugh along, pretending that they believed her. And then when her back was turned they would gossip again. Create stories from nothing, Stories blown out of proportion for the drama of it all, each person who passed it on added some daring and dangerous tale.

—

One night, when the moon was full and the air was warm, Link found Zelda on the Balcony.

It had been over a year since the Invasion had ended. It was now nothing but a dark stain in Hyrule’s proud history. Life had continued for the citizens and the country was flourishing.

And yet she still wept.

He’d found her like this once before. Hunched over herself, leaning against the railings as her sobs racked her body. Tears flowing down her face, begging to the gods for forgiveness. Her hands had clawed at her sleeves, pulling and tearing the fabric there, punishing herself for her imagined failures. She had quietened when she noticed his presence, assuring him that it was nothing. He’d watched her closely that night, wondering how he could have helped her.

When he found her like that again, hunched and sobbing over the bright full moon, he didn’t hesitate.

Propriety had held him back before. The fear of overstepping his bounds and hurting her more, of ruining their friendship before it had formed. But now, watching her hurt, his heart ached.

He surged forward, taking her in his arms. She fought and struggled, pushing trying to add distance from the comfort she believed she didn’t deserve. But he held her fast, pressing her against his chest. Her tears came hot and fast, pouring down her cheeks and neck.

“Let me go” she cried her hands balling into fists, her nails digging into her palms. She fought and cried, hitting a drum beat against his chest. He let her, baring through every aching punch, knowing that the pain she was feeling was much much worse.

“I’m not going to let you go” he promised pressing her head into his shoulder. “I’m not going to let you go, I’m not going anywhere” Eventually all the fight left her, she collapsed into his arms. Broken, heart aching sobs echoing out into the quiet night air. He brought them down to sitting. He rested his back against the same stone railings. The Princess curled up into his lap.

They stayed that way, wrapped around each other, clinging to the last comfort they had. He stroked her hair, pulling it out of the way of her long elegant ears. She ran her hand over his chest, soothing the fresh bruises she had left, pressing apologies into his skin.

“I’m sorry” she whispered, burying her face into his neck “I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry”

You have nothing to be sorry for he wanted to say, hands tracing patterns over her shoulder blades and scalp. He tilted her head, pressing a gentle kiss to her crown, he felt one last, heart stopping sigh leave her, ghosting over his collar bone.

Absent mindedly he wondered what kind of rumors they would spread about the two of them now.

—

After that night they grew closer.

The walls had been broken between them. No longer would they stand, keeping their hands to themselves. They found solace in the feel of each other’s arms. Zelda leaned against him, her arms slung low on his waist, her chin resting on his shoulder as he lazily swayed them back and forth. Playing with the ends of her hair and drawing soothing circles over her spine.

“The people have been talking” she whispered, her breath hot against his ear.

“Oh yeah?” He asked, not stopping in his movements “what have they been saying?”

It was a running joke by now. The rumors had gotten so wild, so out of control, that it was almost hilarious. The stories they told about them were romanticized versions of someone else’s dreams. Zelda let out a sardonic laugh, leaning in closer as if to tell him a secret.

“They say that you and I are secretly married” She giggled, the sound was like music to his ears “and that I am pregnant with your second child” “Who has my first?” he asked pulling her closer, a wide smile on his face. “Just some women you met at Lake Hylia. She fell in love with you instantly and after a night of passion you disappeared”

Link couldn’t help the laugh that followed. The idea of himself being some heartbreaker, going around the country seducing women, was far too funny to him.

“If you’re pregnant” he questioned, nuzzling closer into the crook of her neck “then how come you ain’t getting any of those weird cravings?” “Oh but didn’t you hear?” she teased, her laughter clear in her voice “I have, I’ve just been getting someone to sneak me food so no one knows”

The two fell apart then, laughing freely and joyously. Tears brimming at the edges of their eyes. They held each other until their laughs subsided, panting and catching their breaths.

“Honestly” she breathed, pulling back to look her friend in the eye. “Can you believe that?”

He shook his head, laughter threatening to rise up once more. “I don’t know what’s more unbelievable” he chuckled “The idea of me getting you pregnant, or the idea of someone falling in love with me at first sight” His laughter returned, filling the space with a joyful sound.

Yet something was off.

His laughter died when he realized that the Princess in his arms had grown silent.

Tilting his head to look up at her, he saw that she was lost in thought. Her lip being teased between her teeth as she counted the stars in the sky.

“Zelda?” he questioned, trying to bring her back to reality “Rupee for your thoughts?”

Zelda looked back at him, her face blank as she focused on where she was. Her eyes swimming with emotions he didn’t dare name.

“Pardon? Oh nothing. It’s nothing I’m alright” She promised bringing her hands up to rest on his shoulders, squeezing them slightly. I just don’t think someone falling in love with you is that farfetched she thought to herself, trying to ignore the questioning way he was looking at her.

“It’s late” she said turning away from him “We should probably get some rest now”

Link reluctantly let go of her, fighting back a shiver at the loss of warmth. He watched as she walked away, trying to convince himself that it wasn’t love he saw in her eyes.

—

Of all the places in the castle, Link found that the garden was his favourite. 

It was in the gardens that he found her, bathed in sunlight and surrounded by flowers. She lay spread out against the lush green grass, the mid morning sun setting her hair aflame. The cool night air had not yet left them and the tips of her ears and nose had turned pink. Her eyes were closed to the rising sun as she breathed deeply and calmly. Utterly relaxed.

Link stood before her, having ventured out for a morning walk. She was completely unaware of his presence as he stepped closer. He debated calling out to her, rousing her from her relaxation. But he found that the words would not come. She very rarely found peace, he didn’t want to take it from her.

Taking a step back, he stole one last glance at her relaxed face. The sound of his footsteps against the gravel path caused the Princess to stir. Opening her crystal blue eyes, turning her gaze to take in his shape, silhouetted against the sun.

“Good morrow” she greeted, her voice rough from sleep. Link smiled back, bowing at the waist as was proper. “Good mornin” He replied, watching as a matching smile broke out on his Princess’s face. Her eyes sparkling like jewels in the sunlight. “You having a nap there?” his question caused her to giggle, a pink blush spreading over her cheeks. 

“I was resting my eyes” she defended, moving a hand to block the rising sun from her eyes. “I was up late last night”

A guilty chuckle bubbled up from his throat. It was his fault, he knew. Their conversation had lasted long into the night, telling jokes, sharing stories. She’d told him the legends of the heroes as she often did, embellishing and accentuating the tales as the merchants did. She made their quests sound so heroic, their feats so magical. He’d listened as her musical voice spoke once more of the incredible winged beasts that once lived side by side with them.

“Sorry” He said, hardly apologetic. He watched as she stretched out on the grass, curling and uncurling her hands, a soft sound leaving her throat as her back arched upwards. He felt his mouth go dry at the sight, turning his head to the flowerbeds beside him.

“You should be” she teased, “It is because of you that I am reduced to lying in a flower bed for rest” Her face broke out in a joyful grin “still a bed is a bed I suppose”

Link took a step forward, thumbs tucked into the hips of his belt. Her grin was infectious as he leaned over her, blotting the sun from her eyes.

“And is your new bed comfortable your Highness?” he asked, watching as she nodded her head, her long braids falling into the grass under her neck.

“Oh yes” she said, holding her hand out to take his. The grin turning from innocent to teasing, a mischievous light glinting in her eyes “come and see”  

This forwardness was new. He had seen her command armies, build cities, and issue proclamations, her authority and wisdom was unparalleled. And yet, in all the time he had known her he had never known her like this.

“They’ll talk” he warned, kneeling on the ground next to her, his hand reaching for hers. Her soft skin tracing the callouses on his palm.

“I don’t care, lie with me”

The words lit a fire in his heart. She must know what she’s doing to me He thought as he lowered himself to the ground next to her. His hand still grasped in hers.

She let out a contented sigh, shifting to lie closer to him on the soft grass. He turned his head to look at her, tracing the way the light shone against her pale skin. The long line of her neck, the sharp point of her dignified nose. The delicate tempting pout of her lips. Her eyes had closed again, relaxing as she let herself settle into the ground. Her grip loosened on his, the tips of her fingers grazed against the skin of his wrist 

Taking advantage of her loose hold on his hand, he slipped his arm out from between them. She let out a displeased noise at the loss of contact but he ignored it in favour of wrapping his arm around her shoulders, pulling her against his side. Her hand rested on his chest, her head on his shoulder.

“They’ll talk” she warned repeating his words from earlier. She pressed herself against him, leaving a light kiss on his collarbone.

“I don’t care” he traced his fingers along her spine. She squirmed a little, his touch tickling her slightly. He noticed this, moving his free hand to her side and poking her lightly there. Her laughs rang clear through the quiet garden as the morning sun rose higher in the sky.

—

“How long has it been?” she asked one night while they watched the city below them. She was leaning over the edge of the balcony, her winter cloak draped over her shoulders. Link stood next to her, his own cloak pushed out of the way and his hands played with the ends of her hair.

By the Goddesses he loved her hair.

“How long has what been?” he asked, the silken strands slipping through his fingers. He pulled lightly, the braid going taunt beneath his grip. Zelda huffed and moved it out of his reach, earning her a small pout from Link. He contented himself with putting his hand on her lower back, his touch warm even through the thick fabric cloak.

“How long has it been since we started standing like this?” Her voice was distant, her eyes even more so. He leaned back to think, recounting every meeting they’d had. His mind travelled back to the first time they had stood together on the balcony like this. There had been a large distance between them. He had ached, even then, to hold her. He never acted on his urge until months later.

“Over a year now I think” he said taking one of her soft hands in his “why do you ask?” “I was just curious that’s all. I enjoy our closeness” She turned her head to face him, no smile adorned her lips but her eyes shone.

Link felt breathless. 

He had often gazed at her in the months they’d been friends. Taking in her good looks and spirited humour. But now, bathed in the same starlight as the first time they met, he found he was unable to look away.

She truly looked like a goddess. Her auburn hair dancing in the slight breeze, the light of the moon casting silver across her skin. Her eyes, a deep royal blue seemed to lock onto his, she didn’t say anything, letting him have his silence.

His eyes traced over her features. Following the regal curve of her brow down past enchanting eyes, down her pointed nose and over her high cheeks. A soft blush was blooming across her face, pink colouring the skin over the bridge of her nose. Small freckles from their time riding in the bright winter sun decorated her porcelain skin. He watched as her blush spread, moving towards her long elegant ears.

He had never seen ears like them.

Ordon was a Human village. It was small, and it rarely saw visitors. Link had been the only Hylian to live there. His ears had made him stand out, the adults had been weary of him at first. He didn’t look like them, he’d never grow up to be like them. Rusl had made him feel like a part of the village. But he’d never made him feel human.

But Zelda, she had. With every word she spoke she made him feel like he truly belonged. Every smile she gave him was like home in a way Ordon never was.

“Rupee for your thoughts” she asked, bringing his attention back to her face. Her eyes held a fire he couldn’t name. She was closer than she had ever been before 

“We hear a lot of rumors in Ordon” he said “mostly stupid ones, but sometimes… sometimes we hear things that hold a lot of truth you know” he held her hand tighter, resting his forehead against hers. “There was one that I could never make myself believe… But I know now I was wrong” he admitted, eyes dropping to her lips. He went quiet, feeling his heart racing in his chest.

“What was that rumor?” she asked pulling her hand from his to place it on his chest, her fingertips grazing softly against his collarbone.

“Zelda” He pulled her closer, his free hand moving to join its twin on her back. His eyes met hers, a silent question met with a silent answer.

Her blush deepened, pinks turning red. The ears he loved so much twitching upwards in surprise. Her hand moved up to hold the back of his neck, her fingers sliding into the soft hair there. Her other hand came up to rest on his forearm, feeling the muscles tense under her touch.

They had been close before, but never like this. Never touching as they were now, pressed against each other from head to toe, basking in their shared warmth. It was intoxicating, they agreed, the feel of their heartbeats thumping in time to an unheard song. The feel of their hands clinging tightly as if terrified to ever let go.

Zelda moved forward, leaning and capturing his lips in a delicate kiss. His hands pulled her closer and he felt her sigh softly as he returned the kiss. Her hand tightened in his hair and it left him breathless.

Neither of them paid any thought to the rumors that would be spread about them, to the gossips and the liars. In that moment there was only the two of them, alone together on the balcony surrounded by shining diamond stars.

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From the Sweet Tea tier, some more high school InuKag from an upcoming chapter of Bonded By Birth.

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[kimikaami]

A Fic Rec Master Post

 will be updated a lot, hopefully! Mostly to help me keep track of all the stuff I’ve read.

I have too much free time

Legend of Zelda (mostly Zelink)

1. Wolfsbane

2. Fracture

3. You Must Love Me

4. What We Saw From The Outside

5. For Hyrule’s Sake?

6. One Hundred Days

7. Throne Room

8. Of All the Princesses

9. Underneath the Glittering Stars

10.Windflowers

11. Only in Hyrule

12. So Like Link

13. Crowd Pleaser

14. Can’t Sleep?

15. To Fix a Hero’s Heart

16. Legacies and Bloodlines (barely 4/46+ chapters in but I can tell this is gonna be good)

17. Raining Again

18. Memories

19. Broken Mirrors and Their Reflections

20. Just a Smile

21. Throne of Nothing

22. Gentle

23. Lesson Number One

24. Time Ran Out

25. Goat Herder

26. heart-tweet

27. Lost, then Found

28. Worship

29.A Sacred Bond

30. The Times She Truly Smiled

31. Trouble the Water series

32. Scars

33. A Confidence Boost

34. Dark Side

35. Salt (I have no words for how much I love this one…)

36. Awakening

27. Blighted Light

28. Weight of the World

29. this fic

30. Fucking Fight Me

31. Cooking

32. Awake

33. this

34. Liquid Courage

35. The End (Of the Known Road)

36. White Noise

37. The World That We Lost

38. Wake up, Link

39. unfinished

40. this

Miraculous Ladybug

1. You Don’t Know Me

2. Have Your Cake (And Eat it Too)

3. Serendipitous Fate

MLP (mostly doctor x derpy. They were my first OTP, okay?)

1. Never Boring

2. The Doctor’s Derp

3. Show Her What She Means

4. Proposal For A Pigeon

5. I Will Find You

6. Background Pony (tbh this is one of, if not the best fic I’ve ever read. Regardless if you like pony or not, read this. It’s an experience)

7. The Monster Below

8. Truth Be Told

9. The Art of the Derp

10. Just Stories

11. Join Me 

Yuri!!! On Ice

1. A Flower’s Influence

2. Adagio

3. Always My Soulmate

4. Blue Petals, Silver Thorns

5. Gone Like Smoke

6. In Full Bloom

7. Like Your French Girls

8. Melodies Unheard, But Felt All The Same

9. On My Love

10. Rivals

11. solo and pair

12. Souls Bond, Hearts Follow

13. Starstruck

14. Switched

15. Unspoken

16. Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches

17. What is Love? (Baby Don’t Hurt Me)

Detroit:Become Human (mostly hank and connor cuz they’re literally the only good thing about this shit game)

1. Family

2. Empathy

3. this dont look at me im ashamed too okay

4.  Curiosity

5. Similarities

7. BSoD

8. Mouthy

9. overintensity

10. Sensory Integration

11. stray code

12. Good Boys Gone Bad

13. i don’t want to live forever

14. and all their leaves will wither

15. Licking and Mouthing

16. A Ghost By Midnight (i dont even like the pairing but goddamn)

17. Unknown Feeling

18. Obey rape tw

19. Shadow Mine

20. Are You Afraid to Die, Connor?

21. It’s All in Your Code

22. Instability

23. Round the Clock

24. Judicial Review

25. It Should Be Unchanging

26. Still

27. Chivalry Isn’t Dead

28. What Comes Next?

29. And suddenly things were different

30. It Was Never About Jealousy

31. suppress, deflect (advance, accept)

32. The Approximate Distance Between Two

Mob Psycho 100

1. Tomorrow Isn’t Always Another Day

2. growth

3. wake

4. If you won’t believe me when I say it, believe me when I don’t

5. Qui Facit Per Alium Facit Per Se

6. it comes in waves, or all at once

7. Come Morning Light

8. The Family That Stays Together, Freezes to Death Slightly Slower Together

9. Temporary Accommodations

10. Opposites Attract

11. Actions Speak Louder Than Words

12. Serizawa Katsuya vs. The World

13. A House Made of Cards

14. Three

15. A Breach of Trust

16. Remember, Don’t Forget!

17. petrichor

18. 5 Times Tome Fought Reigen in the MobDonald’s Parking Lot

19. Bloom

20. walk in

21. Points of Contact

22. Aquamarine

23. Permanency

Attic AU (an au of A Breach of Trust)

1. Underwater Hum

2. Accommodations

3. Wild Card

4. this

5. Renovation, Reconstruction

6. thiiis

7. Begin Again

8. Sleeping Close Series

Princess Tutu

1. this

2. idle worship

3. thiiis

4. Motif

5. Right Words to a Happy End

6. Shades of Green

7. Shades of Blue

8. Unintentional

9. Violet

10. Slipping

11.  Occam's Razor: The Simplest Happy Ending

Danganronpa

1. Take It All

2. Don’t Cry

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Fuck it

Link giving Zelda a dagger

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Oh my god oh my fuck holy shit I fiANLLY FUCKING FINISHED THE GODDAMN CHAPTER

I am SO sorry its taken me a year again 😭😭😭 you have no idea oh my fuck. I hate it. I'm so sorry. I really hope its worth it to all of you that read this 🥺

And good news is- while I didnt intend to end the chapter the way I did, them being less emotionally distanced will be much easier for me to write. I also have the next few chapters outlined even more than just the rest of the story. Let's hope it doesn't take me another year... 😭 fuck executive dysfunction and depression.

Pls enjoy... the zelink

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The longing.....

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Oh my god- I think... I finally found the perfect thing for Link to say after last chapters cliff hanger.

Thats what's been holding me back so long. Whatever I wrote just felt off. It wasnt... good?

You see, with the next few chapters I already have them outlined, the main things and whatnot. Its the details and stuff I'm missing and struggling with, cause it's so hard for me to write eloquently as I wish. But finally oh my god I think I got it. Now to just- word Zelda's inner reaction well and I think it'll be done soon ;-;

[zelinkslullaby]

I am 👀

Drawing 👀

Zelink 💚💖

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Thinking about...... Zelink...... 💖💚

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I have finished 1/2 my refrence sketch of my Link 😌 the other side will have him in action 👀

I still wish he was better but this is the best my art skills get atm 😔😔😔😔😔