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Zelink Week 2024 - Enchantment

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Fandoms: The Legend of Zelda Relationships: Hylia/Link (Legend of Zelda) @zelinkcommunity

Summary: Hylia struggles to understand and contain her new emotions; and the strange desires she has for a certain Hero.

Ao3 Link [x]

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Hylia often watched, had watched, had been watching (tenses were hard) the lives of her people. Generations passing in the blink of an eye. Great families fading to obscurity, relative nobodies rising to infamy. She had seen, could see, would see it all. 

She had watched as they threw Him in that cage. A rigged trial hand ensured that he was locked away behind that cell door, strung up and beaten, starved and berated. He had been forced to endure all manner of cruelty before she stepped in. 

She had never really forgiven herself for letting his torment go on for as long as it had. Nayru, her eldest sister, would tell her that it had been out of her hands, that she was unable to interfere or be part of the mortal world. That this was necessary. That the only reason she could walk amongst her people now was because of Demise. That when this war was won she would have to retreat back to the Sacred Realm, never to set foot on earthly soil again. 

(Nayru was the wisest of her three sisters, but her words were hardly a comfort.) 

Watching her people now felt… different somehow. Perhaps it was the change in timespan. As a being of divine blood, she was used to seeing centuries disappear in the blink of an eye. She knew this to be the same for her foe too. His plan, most likely millenia in the making, was nearing it’s end point. He had had to enter the Mortal Realm for the finale, just as she had, and so would most likely be feeling the shortened and lengthened time frame. 

Gods did not experience time the same as mortals. To them a week lasted a week, a month lasted and month, and a year sometimes felt like it lasted for five. But overall they seemed to have a better handle on time as a one to one scale than she did. Which made it quite alarming that Link seemingly did not. 

She had asked him, will ask him? (Tenses again) just how long he had been trapped in that cell. He had told her that he didn’t know. That at some point he had “lost count”. The cage he had been confined in had had no windows by which to see the sun, no way to track the comings and goings of the stars. Just a perpetual night, broken only by beatings and the rare times they deigned to give him food. 

He had tried, at first, to gauge how long he had been kept there. But at some point keeping track of how long you’ve been suffering feels pointless. Especially when you know that there will be no end to it. 

Hearing that had shifted something in her. Her chest, her lungs compressed, and for a truly astonishing second she had felt the need to cry. She had seen this before, in the lives she had watched. This reaction, the involuntary sharing of pain. She had watched people crumble, great pillars of the community disintegrate like sand castles under waves. All because of blood shed, and it didn’t even need to be their own. 

Hylia understood. She had questioned it before, but now. She understood. 

(Maybe her life here was affecting more than just her timekeeping.) 

It was distressing, feeling another’s pain so acutely. Yet there was also something so oddly enchanting about it. About the way it felt to have that much emotion roll through you. For the majority of her existence she had felt sedatenary. She was the Lady of Time, tasked to see everything as it was, is, and will be. And yet, knowing the inevitable end of things, seeing, watching as they decayed, had never affected her like this. Had never stopped her in her tracks, wracked her body in grief, and choked the breath in her throat like this.

What was this?

This desire, this need, to be close to him. To take his pain away. To hold his face in her hands and whisper sweet words to soothe the ache in his soul. To press soft kisses against his brow and promise him that he would never have to suffer again. To rip away the night’s dark cloak so that he could always feel the sun on his skin. To wrap him up in her wings so that the cold could never again dig it’s icy claws into his bones. 

It was quite a shock to realize this about herself. 

It was a bigger shock to realize that she had no clue of what to do about it. 

✦✦✦

She found him, as he always was on his days away from the fort, alone. Tucked into the roots of an old oak tree, his head tipped back resting against the rough bark. His eyes were closed against the sun beating down on him. And, whilst she knew that he was not asleep (as he felt it difficult to truly rest these days), he looked utterly at peace. Hylia stood back at the edge of the clearing, wanting to give him a few more seconds of rest before she approached. 

There it was again, that burning need to protect him. To give him everything that he had missed out on, that had been stolen from him. 

Shaking herself off, she stepped forward. 

He reacted immediately, blue eyes snapping open, body lurching upright, a strong arm bearing his sword towards her as if ready to defend himself. Teeth bared like a cornered animal, until he recognized her. 

“Your Grace,” he dropped his blade, his limbs still rigid. “Forgive me. If I had known it was you I would never-”

“It is alright.” She said, taking another step closer. “I’m sorry, I did not wish to wake you.”

He looked at her for a moment, as if he couldn’t quite believe that she was standing there, or that he was free. “I wasn’t asleep.” His words were blunt but without malice, as if he was out of practice with speaking to people. 

“I know,” she shifted her weight on her feet slightly, the dry underbrush crunching with her movement. That itching worry settled itself between her ribs and she asked “Do you find it difficult to sleep?”

“Sometimes, Your Grace.” He looked sheepish, unsure, his hand clenching around the hilt of his sword. “Nightmares are tricky things.” 

“Nightmares of what?”

He stood silent. His eyes turning dull in the midday sun, his mind a million miles away. Gently, she reached a hand forward, her delicate touch just grazing over his wrist. His skin felt like fire beneath her fingers, so alive and bright it took her breath away. 

“Of… that time.” His voice was dark and hollow. She understood. 

The itching guilt began to stab, like a twisted knife between the ribs. Those years he spent there, in that prison, alone and betrayed. Suffering at the behest of another’s goals. Suffering on another’s word. 

“I am so sorry,” She gasped, apologizing for mentioning it, for letting him go through it, for something else entirely. “I shouldn’t have-”

“It’s alright,” He cut in, taking his own step towards her. “If Your Grace asked, there is no question I would not answer.” 

She wanted to laugh. She wanted to cry. She wanted to put her hand on his neck and feel his pulse race. All these new wants were going to drown her soon if she wasn’t careful. 

“That is very kind of you, Hero.” She bowed her head, hearing his breath catch lightly. “Thank you.”

“There is no need to thank me.” This man, she wanted to scream. 

“There is every need!” She looked at him then, all golden and warm. Such a contrast to her unnaturally white skin and silver hair. She looked so cold against him. “You have given so much of yourself, you must let me show you my gratitude. Here,” 

She took a reluctant step back and reached into her sleeve. Hylia had been thinking about this for a long time, she had watched what some women gave their paramours, what tokens they bestowed. She had wanted to give Link something similar. Something to show… show how he was affecting her. 

In her hands she held a soft warm cloak. It was red, the colour of hearts blood, the same shade as her Loftwing and the blush on his cheeks. Strung through with strands of golden light, her own magic. It would certainly keep the cold at bay when he flew. 

And it would also mark her as his. 

Link’s eyes grew wide at the sight of it, his hand reaching out to touch. He looked like he had been winded, his mouth hanging open in a gasp. And then he pulled back, shutting himself behind an invisible wall. 

“I cannot accept this, Your Grace.” When he spoke it sounded practised and forced. “It is too fine a gift for one such as I.” 

“How do you mean?”

“I am undeserving of such a gift.” He looked up at her, blue eyes so round and open. Trying and failing desperately to hide a hurt that lingered there. “Especially one from a Goddess such as yourself. This must go to someone worthy of it.” 

She could feel a rage begin to simmer in her stomach. Rage at the ideas he held, that he had been allowed to believe it. That someone might have told him that he was unworthy. 

“What if I think you are worthy?” 

His jaw dropped. “My Goddess?”

“Link,” her hands fisted in the fabric, twisting red and gold around her fingers. All of her new emotions threatening to boil over. That he should be surprised at his own worth? It was ridiculous. “I made this for you, because I believe - I know that there is no one else in this land worthier than you. You are the only one who I trust to ride my Loftwing, to wield my blade,” a breath. “You are very important to me, Link.” 

He looked like he was about to cry, shining tears hanging on his lashes. Must it really be such a shock?

“My Lady, please,” he begged. “You mustn’t say such things.”

“Why?!”

“Because I am a criminal!” He cried, hanging his head low. “I hear them talk. Some of the men still believe Dagianis’s words. They believe me to be a charlatan and a thief. And if they hear you say such things then they may turn on you too! My reputation, my honour is poisoned. I do not wish for it to stain yours as well.” 

Hylia had stood as a protector for thousands of years. She had heard countless prayers for salvation and pleas for help. It felt… to be on the other side of it felt… . Dropping the cloak from one hand, she reached forward to take his chin in her fingers. To tilt his face to hers. 

“You are worried for my safety?” 

He swallowed, electricity shooting down her spine as his gaze met hers. “I am your knight, your most devoted follower.” A tongue darted out to lick his lips. “I worry that I am not good enough to serve you. That I will only bring you ruin.” 

As if drawn like an arrow to it’s bullseye, a moth to a flame, Hylia stepped fully into his space. She could feel his breath, hot in the space between them. She could feel his eyes, intense and burning as they watched her every move. She could see his heart racing in his chest and she finally closed the distance. 

“Link,” The blood red cloak trailed from her fingers like water down a fall. “You were the first to see the danger looming, You are the one the Loftwing chose. You are the one who reforged my blade. There is none other than you fit to lead our people out of ruin. To lead them to safety.” fabric slid over his shoulders, her fingers lingering on the clasp at the base of his throat. “Let me bestow upon you this gift so you may know that as fact. And know that… I…” 

She trailed off. She knew, finally, what this feeling was. What the ache in her heart, the violent desire to protect him, and this soft begging thing in her chest were all connected too. She Understands. 

“Hylia.” The sound of her true name on his lips is what finally breaks her. Her last defences falling under his most devastating attack. 

“I find you enchanting.” 

When their lips meet it is inevitable and holy. Silver and Gold. 

She understands. 

She loved, loves, will always love him. 

Fin 

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Zelinktines

Day 9, 11, 21, 29 - A Watery Smile, Heartbeat, Breathless, and Make a Wish!

Hylink (Pre-SkSw)

Misfortune dooms the fates of a goddess and her first love.

Word Count: 5,401

Rating: T. Major character death + graphic depictions of violence.

Meant to be read after Past Love and From the Sky, but can also be read alone, also written for @zelinktines24.

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Like Real People Do

(Hylia/Fierce Deity) (SFE)

The inky blue of the evening sky seemed to boast even more brilliant stars than usual across the land of Hylia; the roar of the late summer heat now a faint whimper. On that night, in a village safely tucked behind a dense forest, a small festival took place. The chattering of cicadas echoed throughout as the villagers danced and sang under a string of softly colored lights, hung hours before in anticipation. Several tables boasting a colorful array of roasted pheasant, seasonal vegetables and sweets sat neatly in rows of three. A small statue of the goddess Hylia was nestled in the middle of it all, sporting a crown woven with peonies and marigolds.

Little did they know that goddess was observing their little get-together from afar, alongside her companion.

Perched on a cliff, feet dangling over the edge, the two sat together as they quietly observed the spectacle below. Eventually, Hylia spoke.

"What do you suppose they're talking about?"

The towering figure beside her remained silent for a few moments before he spoke, his profile illuminated by the pale moonlight. "Hopefully they are talking about the coming winter and how to prepare for it. They do not seem ready at all."

Hylia snorted, "I meant the cicadas, Kishin."

"......The...cicadas."

Hylia could almost feel his brow furrowing in confusion as she leaned forward, "Well it is their mating season, so-"

Kishin barked out a small laugh, a rare smile cracking through his usually stony features. "That seems like a private matter, and definitely not something I would like to know." He turned to her and smirked "But tell me, what do you think they are saying?"

Hylia tapped her chin in mock thought, "Hmmm.... Maybe something along the lines of "Come to me! Love me! Never leave me!"

As she said it, Hylia raised the pitch of her voice and dramatically gestured with her hands, causing Kishin to burst out laughing.

"Ah of course!" he cackled as Hylia dissolved into a fit of giggles herself.

As the fearsome god of war, Kishin took his duties very seriously; but tonight, his usual silver armor was exchanged for a pale blue tunic. Ever stoic and solemn, it was unlike him to be so relaxed. While Hylia admired his strength and steadfastness, she couldn't help but take joy in seeing her dear friend at ease for once.

Eventually their laughter died down and they resumed their watch of the village festivities. While things were starting to die down, there were still some couples dancing together. They gleefully spun across the small stretch of grass, hands tightly clasped together. Hylia couldn't help but be mesmerized by them, which didn't go unnoticed by Kishin.

As their goddess who swore to protect them at any cost, Hylia held considerable affection for the mortals and their various customs. She guarded them, as well as the land itself, with a ferocity unlike any other. Kishin admired her greatly for her unending devotion and compassion.

Not that he could ever vocalize it.

"How wonderful! We get to see the Lover's Waltz!" Hylia said with a soft, dreamy smile.

"....Lover's Waltz?"

"It's mostly done at celebrations, primarily weddings; in fact, it's often the first dance that a newly married pair does at their reception."

"I see." Kishin said softly. He remained quiet for a moment before he spoke again, "Have you ever...danced like that before with someone?"

Hylia gave a small chuckle at his query. "Ah, unfortunately no. I'm not one for dancing."

"The way you move on the battlefield suggests otherwise."

"Oh that's different and you know it! Hylia dismissively waved her hand, blushing inwardly at his compliment. "As precious as Fi is to me, a sword is hardly a passable dance partner...... How about you?"

"I have not." Kishin stated matter-of-factly.

"....I see."

The two sat in silence, listening to the wind as it effortlessly glided through the trees behind them. Suddenly, Hylia stood up and extended her hand towards her still-seated companion. Curiosity glinted in Kishin's eyes as he looked at her.

"Care to dance?" Hylia said with a smile.

Kishin blinked, "Come again?"

"I think we should try it! Dance with me!"

"Do not be ridiculous. I will probably just trip all over you."

Hylia placed a hand on his shoulder before he could turn away. "You really think I'll fair any better? Who's really being ridiculous here?"

Hylia once again offered her hand to him. With a smile and a shake of the head, Kishin rose to his feet and faced her, "Alright fine, but let us move inward; I would rather we not tumble off this cliff in the process." He reached out and took her hand in his, calluses meeting calluses.

Hand-in-hand, the two made their way to a nearby clearing, where fireflies danced amongst the flora and the moonlight seemed to shine even brighter than before. Once they reached the middle, Hylia began her instruction.

"I'll wrap my hand around yours. Now wrap your other arm around me. A little higher. Good! Now my hand goes on your shoulder...."

"Are you sure this is right?"

"Of course I am!" Hylia's golden eyes met his stark white, causing her to pause and revel in the closeness of their bodies. Fighting against the blessed butterflies that now fluttered relentlessly in her chest, she continued:

"Now you take one step forward and I'll take one back. To the side. Back together. Again! Foward. Side. Together. Once more! Foward. Side. Together. Annnd that's it! Those are the basic steps; we just repeat them."

Kishin let out a breathless laugh as they broke apart, smiling brighter than even the most dazzling of stars, "Hah! That was not to bad!"

Hylia grinned, shooting her own beams of light back at him, "I knew you'd be a fast learner! Well done!"

"Why thank you. I had a good teacher." This time he was the one to extend his hand to her, "Shall we continue?"

"But of course!"

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hylia/Link (Legend of Zelda), Hylia/Hylia's Chosen Hero Characters: Hylia (Legend of Zelda), Hylia's Chosen Hero (Legend of Zelda), Farore (Legend of Zelda), Nayru (Legend of Zelda), Din (Legend of Zelda) Additional Tags: Zelink Week 2024, Reincarnation, Domestic Fluff, Growing Up Together, Childhood Friends, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Modern Era, Soul Bond, Romantic Soulmates Series: Part 7 of Zelink Week 2024 Summary:

When all the fighting is done for a lifetime, Farore of the Three makes a promise to Hylia and her Link- that they'll get to have a happy life, free of strife and conflict. And so, a hundred years after the Wilds were retamed and Hyrule has flourished into a modern kingdom, two children are born anew...

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“All I Am” by OneWingedSparrow, for Zelink Week 2023; Chapter 1: Deceptive Appearances

Next Chapter >>> (Coming Soon) Fic Summary: The captain of the Knights of Hylia has been tasked with holding back the demon king’s forces. Aware that he is out of his league, Link struggles with coming to terms with the gravity of this command. Fortunately, Hylia is watching out for him. Main Tags: Link / Hylia, Hylia & The First Hero, Hylia & Link vs Demise, Worth, Purpose, Romance, Skyward Sword I Love You But We Ignore SkSw Canon for the Sake of Creative Liberty, I suppose that fact makes this an AU, it’s supposed to be set way before the events of Skyward Sword anyway, Additional Tags to Be Added Warning Tags: Alcohol Use, Conversations about Death, Struggling with Feeling Unworthy, Addtional Tags to be Added

Author’s Note: This fic will be rated M on AO3, but will stay SFW throughout. Before you choose to read, please be mindful that this story will touch upon heavier themes. Angst with a Good Ending: As of now, I cannot promise that this story will have a Happy ending; but I am certain that it will be Good. Read on AO3 @zelinkcommunity​ Here is my fic for Day 2 of Zelink Week 2023! “Forbidden.” The rest of this fic will not be posted for Zelink Week (I have other fics to share for the remaining days), but I intend to return to it at a later date! I hope you will keep it on your radar! ✨ Reblogs are appreciated!

~ He was going to die. He knew better than to believe in mercy from a demon king. That’s why Link didn’t bat an eye at the inflated price of Tabantha’s homemade whiskey, but simply tossed the bag of rupees over the counter at her and started drinking straight from the bottle. If anyone had been seated on the empty stool to his right, they might have noted the haggard lines carved into the man’s forehead—that is, if those were even visible under the low-hanging hood of his tattered black cloak. If such a person had a keen eye, they might even have recognized the blood red scarf tucked inside the hood, a noose that never left his neck; and they would well have wondered, perhaps aloud, “What is the captain of Hylia’s army doing at this bar at this hour, drinking his life away?” Not that the captain himself would have answered. Link’s eyes were distant, staring into a realm no mortal could wander. He downed the whiskey with the same practice and precision as he might have driven a blade into the heart of a foe. How long he sat there, whiling away what little remained of his life, Link neither knew nor cared. Though Tabantha’s bar was filled with its usual number of patrons, and a steady hubbub rollicked the room, silence was the captain’s only companion. Until someone took the stool to his right, and swung it towards him, long skirt swishing over the worn, oak floor. Removed though he was, the motion caught his eye. Link glanced over the bottle to see a woman beside him, leaning one elbow over the bar. The light from the sconces on the wall seemed to make her hair sparkle; golden, it was, and long like a tapestry, with purple beads braided into a few choice sections. If he was in his right mind, he might have thought her beautiful. But hearts blinded by dread so rarely acknowledge the beauty set before them, prominent though it may be. “No man thirsts so without reason,” his companion said. Her voice was soft, and seemed to float through the air like a feather. “What is it that you seek to forget?” Link tugged at his scarf, freeing just enough to wipe his mouth. A burp came out before his reply, but he was too drunk for his lack of table etiquette to bother him. “All of it,” he said, raising the bottle in a solitary toast. “Take it...take it away.” “That is much to ask for, my friend. Is that truly what you wish?” “Why not?” He laughed, hard and long, but there was no humor in the sound. “No point in holding on. You get it, yeah? You—you unnerstand.” Even the hearty din of the room could not drown out her silence. She was quiet for a time, though he wasn’t sure how long that time was. He shouldn’t have cared—why was this woman even bothering to talk to him, anyway?—and yet, when he tipped the bottle back again, it froze before the rim even touched his lips. She...she was looking straight at him, and for some reason, he startled. Her face...those eyes. Did he know her? Huh. How strangely...familiar. This unplanned staring contest could have gone on forever, had the woman not looked away first. Despite this, Link knew she was not turning away from him, not writing him off as some drunken fool blabbering on. No, she was still listening; he was convinced she was listening. For some reason, words started to dribble out of his mouth, freely as the whiskey on his chin. “We’re gonna die,” Link said bluntly. “We’re all gonna die. They think we can fight the Demon King. Ha!” His voice cracked. “Th’ last line of defense, they call us, an’ they’re right, they’re right. They’re right, y’know. We can’t hold him off for long. Not alone, without divine aid.” He spread his arms wide for dramatic effect, and then let them fall, limply, to his sides. Her long, pointed ears inclined towards him, her countenance somber. “Your wisdom is sound,” she said softly. “Facing him alone is ill-advised.” The bottle was slick in his grasp. He tipped it on accident, spilling a considerable amount of booze on his cloak. Link growled at the treachery, and tried unsuccessfully to wipe it away. “You need not face him alone, Link. I vow, I shall be with you.” This news was surprising enough to divert his attention. He looked her up and down. Round face, white dress, bare feet. Her hands looked too soft to have held any weapons. Her face seemed too peaceful to have seen much battle. If she believed herself a warrior, where was the proof? “You?” he said hoarsely, now too tired to laugh. “I,” she said, with a smile that rivaled the glitter of her beads. “You,” he repeated, frowning. Such confidence, such poise...it all seemed so familiar. Was she an acquaintance? An old friend? Did he know her after all? He couldn’t recall. “Wha’s—” Link hiccuped. “Your name, by the by?” “Hylia,” she replied. “I am Hylia.” Link stared at her through bleary eyes. “Like the—the, the goddess?” “Precisely like the goddess,” said the woman named Hylia, feathery voice embellished with a certain fondness. “You are correct.” Well, he didn’t know anyone named Hylia. Clearly, his gut was mistaken. She must have reminded him of someone he once knew. “Tha’s funny,” Link mused. “You don’...look like a Hy...lia.” With that proclamation, he tipped off the stool. The whiskey slipped from his fingers; but Hylia caught the bottle before it could crash to the floorboards alongside his crumpled form. The liquid sloshed lackadaisically within; the bottle was nearly empty. “And you do not look like a Hero, Captain,” Hylia said, peering down at the floor where he lay, hood and scarf both fallen askew. She set the whiskey upon the counter, and the brown glass dimly reflected the faint glow of her long, golden hair. “But appearance oft belies the deeper truth within.” *        *        * A ruthless hangover thrashed him into waking. Hmm. Tent poles. He was in his tent, back at the warcamp. Birds twittered outside, gossiping behind his back. He sat up and groaned, shooing a fly away from his face. How...did he get here? He had no memory of the night before. “Well, that’s mighty fine,” Link said aloud, with a snort. There was much he wished he could forget; the escapades of last night were certainly the least of his troubles. Summoned by his voice, the flap of the tent lifted. The army cook poked his head in, immediately wrinkling his nose. “Captain. I see you’re awake.” “Yeah? I see it too,” Link muttered dryly. Stretching, he reached for his nearby daypack, and began rummaging through its pockets. “Do you have anything truly useful to report, Dovos?” “The soldiers grow antsy,” Dovos said. “You are not usually absent for the morning drills. Pipit wanted to wake you earlier, but left to run the drills instead.” His fingers danced between several smooth, cold objects. There was a catch. There was always a catch. “How kindhearted of Pipit to let me sleep in,” Link said, distractedly. “I sent him away from your tent.” The cook cleared his throat. “Captain, I...I never thought you to be a drinking man.” There it was. “I am not,” Link replied, and tossed a gift through the air. A single rupee landed in Dovos’ open palms. When he saw the color, the cook’s tanned face turned darker than ever. “Silver? You play a dangerous game, Captain. The Knights of Hylia must abstain from alcohol. You know this.” “And a man on his deathbed is gifted spirits to drown the pain,” Link snapped. “If Hylia so desires, she may strike me down. Frankly, it would be a mercy.” So saying, he threw another rupee at the man. This time, it was gold. Dovos’ eyes went wide. “I appreciate your concern,” Link said, voice hardening, “but my business is my own. Consider this my token of thanks for carrying me back, and mind that you do not follow me on my private outings again.” “I did not carry you back, sir,” Dovos stammered, fumbling with the rupees. Link scowled. “Un—understood, Captain.” The cook ducked, and the flap closed after him. Blasted headache. Link rubbed his eyes, while his dry, dirty hair fell over his face like a veil. What had become of him the evening before? Had he stumbled back here alone? In the dark? Miles from camp? No...someone had to have been with him. Hiding his intoxicated state from the soldiers. Ensuring no one took advantage of him on the way. Keeping him from getting lost. With a sigh, Link loosened the scarf on his neck, and then threw the soiled fabric to the corner of the tent. As if that would happen. No one ever cared that much. ~ Next Chapter >>> (Coming Soon)

[links-in-time]

Do u have a favourite hylink headcanon?

I'm new to the Zelda fandom so most of my headcanons are my own. But I am reading so much smutt and fanficton and I love it all. I'm just obsessed with the idea of their relationship.

[zeldaseyebrows]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you to my talented friend @linksthoughtbrambles for the tag!!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Five. I write sloooow

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

182,205

3. What fandoms do you write for?

The Legend of Zelda

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

The Calamity of Link's Cargo Shorts

Sacrilege and Sororities

The Mushroom Risotto Incident

Cross My Heart

In the Blood

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Always. People take the time to comment, so I will always take the time to respond. I sincerely appreciate people taking the time to comment, since it makes my day and fuels my fic writing.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I'm allergic to unhappy endings, so I'll never end anything truly sad. In the Blood is the angstiest one so far (that will have a happy ending), but I also have a Hylink fic in the works that will probably be the most sad (but will still have a good ending imo).

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Cross My Heart. They go get hitched in "West Hyrule"/California and live happily ever after.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Thankfully not yet. Everyone has been very kind so far.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind.

All of my fics on AO3 are rated E, so... Yep. But I don't write it without plot. I have to have the plot and character development.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

No, but I'd love to do some silly ones. I did draw a lotr crossover that would be fun. And HTTYD. And Star Trek!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yes. I was not happy about it.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I have not, but I'd be honored if that ever happened!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, not officially, but I am writing a fic that my friend Newt and I came up with together. Selkie AU let's goooo

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Ooof I would have to say zelink/hylink, but I am also BIG into Xena/Gabrielle, Kirk/Spock, Mako/Raleigh, Rauru/Sonia, Jon/Martin, and Achilles/Patroklos (from the Iliad solely and specifically!).

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I have way too much faith in myself that I'll finish fics. But I was thinking of writing a silly ice skating/blades of glory AU that I will probably not get around to.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Humor and emotional resonance I think? That's what people seem to enjoy and what I try to convey too.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I'm terrible at setting the scene. Description is noooot my thing at all. I try to work on being better at it though, especially with more atmospheric writing like in my zombie apocalypse AU.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I'm not sure if I understand this question correctly. Like lotr style making up an entire new language, or contemporary writing using a different modern language and not translating it? I don't foresee needing to do either with any fic for loz, since it's not like I'm going to have Link or Zelda bust out some untranslated Elvish etc for funsies (since that wouldn't be fun for anyone). If I was writing something and wanted to specify it was in another language, I'd probably keep it in English and italicize it so the reader knows, like I did in Cross My Heart.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

I think I wrote some Grade A Absolute Crap fanfic that never saw the light of day for star trek. A simpler, still very embarrassing time.

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

Cross My Heart. I liked the plot, the weird structure, and the revenge narrative. It's near and dear to my own heart

[uncleskyrule]

Words: 861 Fandom: The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild Rating: G Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hylia/Link, Hylia & Link Characters: Link, Hylia Additional Tags: One-Sided Attraction, Light Angst, Happy Ending, POV Link, Set after acquiring the paraglider Summary: He sat with his back against the cold temple wall and looked up at the statue watching over him. Hylia, Rhoam had called her. The goddess of Hyrule, and its namesake. She had apparently chosen the Hero to protect her land. Could a goddess make mistakes?

Linktober 2022 Day 6: Ghost

[linksthoughtbrambles]

More requests!! Zelink making flower crowns together!!!

Her Breath Remains

A gentle breeze enters the Temple of Time through its front door and shattered stained-glass windows, twisting as an invisible sacred hand to upturn ivy leaves and make stone-seam-grass reach for the Sun-shafts streaming through the once-majestic ceiling—it exits out the tall, vine-cradled crevice in the eastern wall, the last remaining breath of a life so ancient the person at its core had been forgotten, lost to the forced perfectionism of blind faith; in the temple’s sighing mouth, two Hylians sit weaving long flower stems together, soft smiles on their faces as they prepare a crown too large for either of them: a crown of bittersweet-scented flowers, of matted pastels, of muted reds and violets, of spotted whites and browned yellows, and the streaked-and-stained green of late summer running throughout, a courser texture to each sense than they’d managed before (but then it had been spring, and early summer, and mid-summer—and as the Sun’s time in the sky gave way to the stars’, so too bled the world’s colors, blotting on their slow decline to winter white).

“It’s ready,” Zelda whispers (something about the softness of the air demands quiet), “the last one”—Link agrees with a nod and rises, and they approach the Goddess statue with the fearless reverence of those whose prayers had been answered, with the finality of adorning the final statue, the one at the heart of Hyrule’s faith, the last one to receive its humble offering, the gift of time and effort spent traveling for no other purpose than to give thanks; Link climbs easily, as he always did when the statue-top towered over them, and settles the flower crown on Hylia’s not-so-like likeness with a contented exhale.

Nothing changes about the statue itself—not its likeness or its state of repair, or its color, its size or temperature—but a breath seems to pass over them, a swirl of air at odds with the wild wind’s soft steadiness, and both Hylians stare, transfixed, as a single drop of water runs down the statue’s cheek; Link touches its trail, feeling the wetness for himself, testing its reality (and real it is), and as he does a new drop wells in the groove of the statue’s other eyelid and meanders its way, stone pore to stone pore, to its jaw, while tears fall, inexplicably and only half-realized, from Link’s chin to the grass-strewn cracks below—and to Zelda’s “What’s wrong?” he can speak the truth, but its meaning eludes him as completely as the long-lost flesh and blood woman who had once walked the surface and sky: “I miss you,” Link says.

[aquaticpal]

After *checks* nearly a month 😱, I finally finished the translation of this fic 🥲Please check it out; if it doesn't make you cry, I'll give you your money back.

Preview:

That night, Link falls into a delirious dream, where he is following someone, roaming at the birth of the world.

Who was it that once wielded him, swung him, cradled him? Who was it that released him and left him behind? Who was it that loitered in the forest with hair unbound, who lifted their skirts to wade through dappled sunlight, and whose voice was it that originally granted him his name, with such tenderness, with such serenity?

—Link. I shall bestow upon you the name Link. The meaning of this name is the rain; you shall descend from the sky unto the earth, connecting the two that have been separated since antiquity. No matter when or where you are reborn, my eyes will always be upon you.

The sights and sounds in his dream are like scattered fragments of a steel heart. No matter how he searches, he cannot distinguish their shapes.

[mavda]

Her name

Ch.1 | Ch.2 | Ch.3 |

Ch.4: Later

There was little Link could do, he knew that much.

He also realized that though he had played a big role in Hylia's decision to forgo her status. It was also him who had given her happiness and reassurance.

Him. As if that made sense.

Link sobbed in Hylia's lap and all he could think of was that neither his shame nor his guilt had gone away, but a new feeling overpowered the others. Longing. The same he had felt as a child desperate to find a family.

Was it just that the chance was given to him and he was aching to be able to take it?

Was it something else?

Did it matter?

His mind was still too numb from guilt, and his heart still hurt from her pain, so his tongue felt heavy and the only thing he could do was whimper. "I'm never leaving you," Hylia caressed his hair and Link felt too much. "Never," he promised again.

Link wondered whether this would spook Hylia, his desperation. His faithfulness. But Hilya was smiling with her lips slightly raised, with eyes that shone too bright and with a tightness that betrayed a secret.

But Link didn't ask. And so he begged.

"Please, don't leave me."

It had been Link's idea. After a couple of weeks of what Hylia could only call a dream, Link had started to look to the skies and the forests with longing.

She had thought adventure had whispered to his ear. But once again, he had surprised her.

A heart so big. A soul so strong. It was just no wonder she had fallen in love.

Link's eyes glistened like the times she had seen him train with Orca. His strides were strong and his hands were warm and at night he would gather her into his arms and whisper about everything he knew.

Whenever he stopped over a hill, sweeping his gaze to the distance, looking, searching, he would turn to her with a smile and a shake of the head, "Maybe farther along."

The land was filled with monsters and empty of Hylians. But Link would just plunge his sword into the enemies and smile whenever he turned.

"Maybe farther along," Hylia reassured.

Farther along became farther along. And then, even farther. Link had stopped looking to the distance and he would only talk about those memories that weren't his.

About the memories Rhoam had gifted him and Link had treasured so much. About the flowers, and the sons, the daughters and the wayward wife who were always there.

The distance shortened and Hylia could only grab Link's hand as support. How much she longed to pull his heart closer to her. To soothe his worries and whisper loving words to his heart.

Link was starting to realize how much this meant to him. How important it was for Rhoam to be all right. For his struggles to mean something.

For there to be a tether to what seemed reality.

Hylia squeezed his hand and Link started to fear.

"What if no one's there?"

Hylia furrowed her brows but said nothing.

"You can't feel him, right?"

Hylia shook her head no, "I no longer feel-"

Link nodded, "Yeah, that's right, I know..."

Link started to walk again, helped Hylia go over a tree's root, "I know," he repeated.

Link had seen nobody else in their journey. He knew, in the back of his mind, that the chances of finding Rhoam were slim. He talked endlessly to Hylia. Asked and shared, pointed and explained, talked and talked.

Because his brain was trying still to fight against this knowledge.

The moment Link stood in the middle of the road in front of Rhoam's house his legs wobbled.

Link took a deep breath and felt Hylia at his back, warm and calm, and he gave a step forward, and another.

He knew he had made an attempt at calling Rhoam, he knew he made an attempt to keep on walking to the front door, but he was in between Hylia's arms, his head hidden in her neck and all he knew was that he was hiperventilating.

The door had been left open and the flowers were dried and dying, no children were running around and no wife nor Rhoam was waiting with a smile to welcome him.

Hylia cooed Link till his breathing was normal, and though Link walked around the house sharing with her pieces of information he remembered, his tears never stopped falling.

That night, Zelda caressed Link's hair till he fell asleep, and when he turned once to press his forehead to her chest, she said, "I'm sure they are safe somewhere."

Link bit down a smile and a joke, 'Goddesses aren't supposed to lie'.

Link and Hylia spent the next couple of days fixing Rhoam's house, when night came they would camp outside and look to the sky.

Link always slept better if he imagined Rhoam living in the island in the sky. Soon enough, his mind was set that that was the best outcome for this story. It wasn't that he didn't know better, he just simply chose to believe that, even though the back of his mind fought back.

The day they decided to go back, while Hylia was sitting in between Link's legs and the night was falling upon them, Hylia shot her head up and fixated her eyes to the distance.

"What's wrong?" Link asked. Hylia turned to him and then pointed to the sky.

"Don't you see that?"

Link squinted his eyes in the direction Hylia pointed, but saw nothing. "Where?"

Hylia put her hand down, "There," she said.

And Link could see a long, shining monster surfing the sky. His first instinct was to grab Hylia and put them both under a heavier patch of trees, so the monster wouldn't see them.

But Hilya put one hand on Link's knee and the other grasped his hand, "It's all right," she was calm, "It's a God."

Link eyed the God, going up and down the clouds, "Okay," he breathed.

Hylia looked at it till it was gone and Link felt something stirring inside him.

Hylia walked through their house barefoot. The flowers were blooming, their house was bigger and now Link would sneak kisses in between goodbyes before sleeping.

And it was time for her to tell him. If he wanted to stay after that...

"Link?"

Link raised his head from the flower bed he was taking care of.

"Do you have a moment?"

Link flashed a smile, "I always have a moment for you."

Link was sun-kissed and his blonde hair only shone brighter. He was more bold with his words and his actions and Hylia was starting to hope for a future with him.

"Do you want me to go inside?" Link dusted his pants and put the towel he used to clean his face and hands on his neck.

Hylia stepped outside, where was the best place to tell him?

"I don't know if it will change anything, really," Link had his head cocked to the side and walked to her, "it's just..."

Link frowned, "It's important," he realized.

Hylia grabbed one of her arms and nodded. Link jogged the last steps to her.

"It's all ri-"

Link's reassurance died the next moment, as Link heard the whistling sound of an arrow coming their way. It was pure reflex, his arm shot up to cover Hylia and the arrow nested in his shoulder.

Hylia only heard a dry sound, her head was on Link's neck and then she was looking at his back.

"Go back inside," Link growled and the next arrow hit his right arm.

Hylia felt her heart shot up in her chest, but her worried voice calling for Link was drowned by him pushing her to the door and him grabbing a rock and throwing it to the forest.

Hylia was frozen in place the moment Link ran to the woods. Her hands were shaking and Hylia loathed her frozen feet and her frozen mind.

Link dodged the next arrow and broke the arrow on his arm. Before his attacker loaded again, Link jumped on him and pierced his throat with the broken arrow.

The man gurgled and touched his neck with desperation.

"Shawn!"

Link grabbed the dead man's quiver and bow and in a movement shot the man who had screamed.

The man wobbled but raised his sword and gave a step forward.

Link pierced his throat with a shot and walked to the corpse to grab its sword.

Link breathed out and looked around, tried to hear unnatural sounds.

And arrow shot nearby and Link dodged and ran.

"Get him out of there!"

Link saw a man in between the house and the forest and jumped immediately to the clearing.

The man saw Link and laughed, "Nice to see you worried, lad!"

Link jumped and slashed at the man. The man widened his eyes but managed to block, a grunt left his lips.

Hylia stood in front of the door, too worried to remain inside but too anxious to go out and burden Link.

"Stay inside!" Link slashed the man's leg and the man fell with a scream.

Link turned as he heard rustle.

"Go get him!"

Two archers and three warriors. Link cursed under his breath, if only he had his shield.

An archer fired and Link dodged to the side, one warrior plunged forward and met blades with Link. The next arrow flew near Link's torso.

Hylia had one hand over her mouth and the other grabbed the door. Link shot arrow after arrow to the archers and hit one.

The soldiers charged and Link had to throw away the bow.

"Give me a clear shot!"

Hylia could feel her heart in her mouth, "Link!"

Link grunted but managed to fight them off, "Hylia-!" He had wanted to reassure her but an arrow hit and he bit his lips.

Hylia drowned a scream and felt her hands tingle.

Link grabbed one warrior and shielded himself from an arrow.

The remaining two warriors looked at each other and to the archer.

"I'm not dying today, bastards," as if to prove his point Link slashed the man's throat but kept the body to shield himself.

In between looks, the archer retreated and the two warriors grabbed the man hurt in the leg and fled.

Link remained alert for almost half an hour after. Hylia didn't dare move.

When Link appeared in front of her, Hylia raised her arms and hugged Link.

"Everything's fine," Link tried to control her sobbing, "I'm all right."

Link woke and turned on the bed.

Hylia sat immediately at the end of the bed, "How do you feel?"

Link blinked and smiled, "I'm all right."

"Does it hurt?"

Link shook his head, "It just stings."

Hylia had stayed by his side throughout the night, grabbing his hand and making sure that he was comfortable.

Hylia looked at her lap, "What if they come back?"

Link got closer to her, "Then we'll fend them off."

"Link..."

"It's all right, come on, we can handle it."

"Maybe we should go and find a settlement."

Link nodded, "If that's what you want."

Hylia looked at his bandaged body and remembered what she was supposed to tell him.

"Link."

"Yes."

Hylia sat closer to him, hugged him with care.

"Hylia."

"Yes?"

"What is it you're worried about?"

Hylia closed her eyes, felt his heat and heartbeat.

"I'll tell you later."                           

[liv-andletdie]

Zelink Week 2018: Earth

Author: liv-andletdie Rating: Teen and up Words: 2000+ Pairing: Hylink  Notes:  He did not claim to be an expert in the ways of Gods or deities. He did not claim to be an expert in the ways of monsters or demons. He only knew that they existed, that they walked among the people, sometimes hidden from view and other times in plain sight.

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He did not claim to be an expert in the ways of Gods or deities. He did not claim to be an expert in the ways of monsters or demons. He only knew that they existed, that they walked among the people, sometimes hidden from view and other times in plain sight. He had seen them, fought for and against them, first hand. Their actions and reasons indecipherable to the knight with the holy weapon.

So he wondered then, why he was so surprised to see Her standing in the clearing.

Her Grace, Her Holy Majesty, The Goddess of Time and Light, Hylia. She stood in front of a gnarled and ancient tree, her hand pressed lightly against the bark. She seemed to be listening, her eyes shut as she concentrated on the world around her.

Link hid. This morning, when he awoke to the sound of bird song, he had decided to take a walk in the woods. He had been granted a day off by the people, some time to rest and recuperate before the hordes began to attack again. He’d given them a difficult fight, and he tried not to be proud of that accomplishment, but it had earned his people a few days to mourn their dead and live their lives.

He’d not expected, however, that he would run into a Goddess on his excursion out of town.

He crouched behind a bush, eyes locked on Her Holiness. Everything about her was breathtaking. Her gown hung from her body, white silk sleeves dragging across the ground as she moved, her white hair was loose, tumbling over her shoulders and back, and her pale skin shone brightly in the mid morning sun. It almost hurt to look at her sometimes.

He was transfixed by her, kneeling in the dirt behind the bushes. A small part of him wondered if this was wrong, to gaze upon a goddess without her knowledge. But as he hid, listening to the sound of her voice as she sung ancient hymns, he couldn’t bring himself to feel guilty.

Her song came to an end, the air falling silent for a moment before the world around them burst into life. The sky seemed bluer, the grass greener, and the birds broke into their own song filling the air with music. Hylia’s eyes were still closed, a soft smile on her lips as she listened to the orchestra around her. He watched as she breathed, deeply and evenly, almost meditating.

Then she stopped. Her eyes shooting open. Link felt the air rush from his chest at the sight of her impossibly blue gaze, fixed on the bark of the tree in front of her. Slowly, a smirk found its way to her lips, causing his blood to race in his ears.

“I know you are there, my Hero” she said, her voice carrying through the air. He felt the ground shake at his knees, his chest suddenly felt tight like there was a strange weight settling in his ribcage. She’d felt him, she knew he’d been watching her, that he’d been intruding on what was surely a private moment between her and the land.

A musical laugh cut through his thoughts as she turned to face him, her eyes shining brighter than the sun. “Arise, courageous one” she called, holding her hand out to him. Link pushed himself off of his knees, keeping his head bowed as he approached her.

“Do not lower your eyes” She commanded, her tone soft yet powerful, “You have done no wrong”  her hand slipped under his chin, her touch setting a fire against his skin. He could feel his heart stop as her eyes met his, brilliant never ending blue captivating and holding him.

“You have a beautiful voice” he found himself saying, shocked by his own openness. The Goddess before him only smiled, no blush stained her skin, no flustered giggle left her lips. Her hand dropped from his chin, his skin feeling colder without her close to him.

“Thank you” She said, admiring the way his cheeks turned red, “Would you care to join me?”

Link swallowed back his nerves, his eyes fixing on the tree next to him. He cleared his throat slightly, suddenly unsure of how to talk. His words getting caught in his chest.

“I’m afraid I don’t know how to sing, Your Grace” He could feel her smile next to him. Joy and light radiating in waves off of her. She stepped closer to him, not seeming to notice how the air became electric between them.

“You needn’t know to sing” she whispered, her hand reaching down to hold onto his wrist. Link turned his eyes back to her, lingering for a second on her lips, before he found her eyes. He could hear his heartbeat thunder under his skin, his throat going dry as she lifted his hand with hers. “You need only listen” Hylia pressed his hand against the bark of the tree, her soft skin a dangerous contrast to the rough and timeless wood, “and focus”

She let out a deep breath, her eyes sliding shut once more as she focused. Link, shamelessly, selfishly, took that time to look at her. It wasn’t often that one found themselves nose to nose with a heavenly creature, let alone time and light herself.

One of the things that struck him was that she looked like a woman. From first glance she was almost indistinguishable from the maidens that tended to the wounded after each battle. Her hands were soft to the touch, her neck and face free of all flaws. The Hero was not blind, he knew a beautiful woman when he was stood close to one, and yet the more he looked at Her Grace the more he saw.

Despite the fact that her skin was so smooth, she was scarred. Lines of pale silver littered the skin over her neck, one particularly jaggard line reached from under her chin to her shoulder, hidden by the neckline of her dress. She was also impossibly pale, her hair and skin the colour of porcelain, her lips tinted a pale pink. Link tired to keep his thoughts pure as he watched her breathe, her chest moving up and down in her long silk dress. He wondered absentmindedly if she even needed to breathe.

“Can you feel it?” she asked, cutting him off from his train of thought. Her eyes glazed over with a faint golden film as she opened them. He was still fixated on her lips, her skin, her hair. She was so close. Why was she so close?

“Feel what, Your Grace?”

“Time” She said it like a prayer, her breath leaving her in a loving gasp. He tried to keep his thoughts clean, tried not to stray too far into the realm of fantasy. “Time is all around us, it connects everything. We are all bound by time… even Gods” Her fingers trailed over his wrist, teasing his exposed skin. It was incredible how she could leave him so breathless with just the barest touch of her fingertips.

“You’re affected by time?” The notion was absurd to him.

“Everything is. This land is ancient, she has her stories as you have yours”

She was getting closer, it was his imagination, his desire playing havoc with his mind. He swallowed, tongue darting out to wet his lips. She remained impassive before him, her eyes still covered with that golden film.

“You have stories” She hummed, her eyes trailing over his face. He got the feeling that she was seeing more than just him, she was present in more times and places than there with him in the woods. Everywhere at once.

“I doubt they’re very interesting” he whispered, watching the way her silver scars shifted in the light. She smiled lightly in response, the corner of her mouth tilting upwards slightly.

“I find you very interesting Link”

He felt his breath catch in his throat, frozen in place with his hand against the tree. He watched her blink the golden film from her eyes, the impossible blue shining with full force. Her eyes dragged over him, as if she was assessing each part of him, staring into his spirit, staring into his mind. Her fingers trailed lazily up his arm leaving a burning path over his skin.

And then she removed her hand, taking all warmth with her. Link fought back a shiver as Hylia turned to face the tree once more. Freed from her gaze he allowed himself to release the breath he had been unknowingly holding. How could she paralyze him with words alone? How could she torture him with nothing but a look? His years in the dungeons almost paled to the pain of not being able to reach out and hold her, or think about her!

The Gods were fickle. One minute they found you interesting, keeping you alive past your means to see what would happen, but soon they tired of you and left you to die at the hands of a Bokoblin army. Link prayed that she found him interesting enough to let him stay close to her.

“Do you enjoy the woods?” she asked, folding her hands in front of her stomach. He was too dazed to speak, just nodding mutely in response. He did enjoy the woods, he always felt at peace surrounded by a nature he was deprived of. The high walls of the town reminded him of a cell, keeping him trapped, pinned down like a caged animal. It was too busy, too loud, there was too many people in the town. Out in the woods, free from all prying eyes, he could relax and breathe in the sickeningly fresh air.

He didn’t need to tell her all that, she already knew.

“I come here sometimes” she continued, her shoulders drooping slightly as she cast her eyes skyward towards the green canopy above them. “Every leaf has a voice. Every flower and stone, every shoot, every ancient oak. They all worry about how their story will end”

Link thought she looked devastated, crystal clear tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.

“Time does not flow in the same way for me as it does you” she clarified, her eyes fixing on his, “I exist in every age. I was there when this land was created, I was there when it fell. I have seen the lives of these trees a thousand times over, I have felt their suffering as I feel the suffering of my people. I fear I will have to confront their end now. That Demise will be too strong, that these woods will burn. I’ve seen them smoulder, I’ve smelt the smoke”

Hylia’s eyes never left his. She shifted her body to face him once more, standing both too close and too far. Link tried to smother the urge to take her hand in his, to press a kiss against her silver skin, to trail his lips over her neck listening to the way her breathing was sure to catch.

“I don’t want them to pass without knowing that I care” She whispered, a crystalline tear trailing over her cheek. Unthinkingly Link reached out, the back of his knuckle grazing against her skin as he wiped the tear away. He felt her gasp, his heart skipping a beat at the sound.

“I’m sure they know, Your Grace” he whispered, his traitorous fingers tracing her jaw. He imagined her relaxing into his touch, gazing at with with love in her eyes as he pulled her closer. But such a thought was fantasy.

It had to be a fantasy.

“Do you know?” she asked, a maelstrom of emotions swirling in her eyes. She sounded almost panicked, almost desperate. Her hand moved, as fast as the lightning found in Lanayru, holding his fingers against her neck. He could feel a pulse thrum under his fingertips, racing faster and faster the longer she stared at him.

“A-all the people know. They know you care for them” He choked out, intoxicated by the feel of her heart pounding in time with his.

“I am not talking about the people, Link”

An eternity passed in silence. The birds fell quiet, the wind stopped blowing. Everything around them was still, frozen in time as the Hero, the Knight, the Man with the unbreakable spirit, stood face to face with his Goddess.

And then he kissed her.

~Fin~

WOOP First Hylink fic I’ve ever written! I love this pairing, they’re really fun to write (I’ll have to do more Hylink fics I think). I realise this has more to do with time than it does with Earth which is the prompt, I was trying to focus on Hylia’s connection to the earth around her and how she has watched it change around her (she is an ancient goddess after all) I am sorry for the cliffhanger ending.

Thank you for reading and I’ll see you tomorrow for the next prompt x

[writingnocturne]

ZelinkTines

Day 2 - Glow

Hylink (Pre-SkSw)

Hylia's first love was no hero at all.

Word Count: 528

Rating: G

Courtesy of brainrot that has been plaguing me for a few weeks. Don't worry! I'll be revisiting this portrayal of the pair very soon...

[radellama]

New Faith chapter out

[autumnstwilight]

Endling

Tags: character death, bad ending, experimental

end・ling The last person, animal, or other individual in a lineage.

It's time for the cycle to end.

The first time I meet you, I am a simple village girl, who soars in the sky and longs for the earth below. I have forgotten myself. You follow me on my journey to remember, growing stronger and more courageous, as I had planned. When I remember, I wish I hadn’t.

You didn’t deserve this.

The next time I recall meeting you, we are children. I gave you my ocarina. I made mistakes. Evil entered the Sacred Realm and took over the land. Because of what I had bid you to do. You came back and saved me. I tried to send you home.

I met you once in the darkness, when I had lost my kingdom and you had become a beast. You brought me out of the darkness and into the light once more. We fought together. I drew arrows of light from the aether. We pursued him. You struck the final blow.

I met you once on a ship, when I did not know who I was. Once again, you awakened me to my true purpose. Once again, our duty was carried out.

So many times, that I don’t remember which body or world I was in, we parted. I sent you away. You left on your own. You died in my arms. You simply vanished.

The Triforce has dulled through the ages. So have my memories. Once I was a goddess, now I am a girl who can barely remember her divine nature for more than a moment. It all slips through my fingers, again and again and again. The calamitous failure that occurred one hundred years ago is proof. I can no longer protect this world. It is time for the cycle to end.

The girl in me resists at first. She has played her part. She wants to live out her days peacefully. But I am always there in her mind. I tell her that I am her and she is me, and we will never, ever know peace until it truly ends. The Triforce is in our hand. We take up our weapons again. Slain dragons lie at our feet, their secret knowledge stolen.

I find them, the golden goddesses, tarnished with age. Despite her wisdom, Nayru does not anticipate my rebellion. Before she can fight back, I have subdued her, torn her heart from her breast. I eat. The law of the land becomes mine.

Against the power of a combined goddess, even Din wilts, the hole in her chest molten and shining. She is part of me now. Her fire and passion, creation and destruction. I will use it as my own.

Farore runs. A strange choice for the goddess of courage. She takes the form of a rabbit, then a fox. She lays tricks and traps in her wake to ambush me, the way the cunning hero takes down his greater foes. I shatter them. She tries to fly on raven’s wings, but I drag her to the ground. Her cleverness and determination flow through me.

My body cannot contain such power. It was not meant for a human. But I have never truly been human. I dissolve and coalesce in an endless cycle. I am light and mist and an incomprehensible geometry, with no beginning and no ending. Those who stare into me find madness in the seething bright wings, uncountable afterimages of limbs and eyes, all flickering as eternal lightning catching the waves on an endless sea.

And then you appear. You are so small and far below me, but I see the tears in your eyes. The power of the Triforce is lost to you now, but the sword still glints in your hands. I hope you understand that I never wanted this. I do this for you. I promise you will live on in the world that I create. I promise that this time, there will be nothing to disturb our happiness.

It doesn’t make killing you any easier.

I linger over your shattered body, trying to look human, my last apology. There are no words or explanations. You are so small and so fragile. The light from the sword fades a final time.

I soar and my light fills the sky. My power surges with my grief as I strip the life from the world, tearing apart the laws of nature, peeling away the very bedrock.

With your name on my lips, I remake the world.

[cookie-waffle]

I got a little collection of modern AU Hylink oneshot fics. So far theres only a few but I plan on adding more. (there also may or may not be smut in future chapters but as of now it's all SFW)