#writer!Zelda

[zeldaelmo]

Countdown fic to The Legend of Zelda — Echoes of Wisdom!

Summary: Bodyguard by day, artist by night—apart from Link's manageable crush on Hyrule's Princess, his life is pretty boring. That is, until one of his artworks attracts the attention of a blogger who anonymously publishes erotica about the Heroes and Princesses of old. Before he knows it, he's in the midst of a flirty online friendship with "Tetra" who happens to know a little too much about castle life.

Rated explicit! Updates three times a week until the release date of EoW!

Inspiration, Illusions and other Inconveniences

Chapter one - Three Steps Behind

Three steps behind. Not further away from her and Hylia forbid, never closer to her.

Link's gaze flickered between the bobbing tips of Princess Zelda's chin-length hair and the people on the sidewalk. Families were usually no threat, often too busy within themselves. His eyes moved to the little pearls that dangled from her earlobes and flew back ahead, to the teens on the other side of the road. Too absorbed in gossip to notice the princess of Hyrule and her bodyguard walking right past them. Okay, good.

He took a breath, eyes now on the giant screen of a department store; they were still going to make it in time. He allowed himself a moment to linger on the way her shoulders rolled when she glided over the pavement, but tore his eyes away again just as quickly. Always three steps behind, that was his place.

A tiny shriek rang out from behind a postcard rack, and something sent the whole thing spinning. Not good. School kids — the secret peril of his job. And yup, there was one of those menaces, waving shyly with a picture of her, his missing front tooth on full display. She stopped, her brilliant smile tinting the clatter of the souvenir shop in golden light. Even the mugs with her face printed on them paled against the original and they were best sellers among the grannies of Hyrule.

Her smile was so bright that Link nearly bumped into her.

Great. Excellent. Perfect. He couldn't stare a kid down!

I have to give my friend and beta reader @mistresslrigtar a special shout out. I started this fic in... 2022, then put it on hold for another project. Two attempts to get back to writing it failed.

I asked Missy if she could maybe help me sort the problems out and since she luckily also likes modern AUs, she agreed. And so we tackled the messy plot and I aimed to finish it this year. To keep myself from backing out, I also signed up for the @wipbigbang and what can I say, here I am, posting it. I still have few chapters to wrap up, but I'm positive that'll work out.

Missy did an amazing job as a beta, both in picking me up and telling me what worked and more importantly what didn't work. I had to rewrite three chapters and counting, but that's exactly what a good beta makes you do if it's necessary.

So, thank you, Missy, you're the best. 🙏🏼

[finleycannotdraw]

we need all types of art in fandoms

[the-phantom-peach]

“ayyy itz da wind waykah!” 💨🌊

[mostly-funnytwittertweets]

[mosaixe]

“Get some rest,” Time said. “I’ve got you.”

from: https://archiveofourown.org/works/58662970 by @somer-writes

[sherbet-requiem]

My piece for @2023legendoflinkzine!!! Big huge massive thanks to @seekingseven for being such a great leader and organiser for this whole project!!! I had such a great time

[firefliesnightcore]

Wild: if we were to do something, what do you think the fullest extent of Time's rage is?

Legend: *interest thoroughly piqued* something like what?

Wild: Wars let me borrow his shampoo and I have a box of red hair dye

Legend:

Wild:

Legend: we shouldn't

Wild: *shaking his head* no, we shouldn't

Legend:

Legend: we're going to though, right?

Wild: *nodding* absolutely

[liccy]

It's my boy's bday, and all i can offer are scraps and an abandoned WIP. This is why I give out gift cards instead.

It's been almost a year since I drew this little dude and I'm ashamed to admit I forgot how. Sob...

As for the comic, I couldn't think up of a dialogue that would fit. The dialogue i initially had didn't flow as well as i wanted it too. Because of this, I couldn't think of a way to end this.

This "art" thing is so hard! Ah well.... y'all are free to give suggestions.

[animentality]

[marimbles]

“Paths like this one are sometimes called ‘desire paths.’ … They mark a journey of wishes … of tireless yearning.”

— @bahbahhh, “desire path”

this fic has not left my mind since I read it!! it’s absolutely gorgeous! Thank you for the delicious zelink 💜

[smellbringer]

Settling a Debate in the Zelda Fandom

I've been paying attention to Tears of the Kingdom Discourse, namely the argument on whether the Link bought the house in Hateno Village in Breath of the Wild that Zelda moved into before TOTK.

Some argue, "No, she clearly lives alone, they call it Zelda's house and no one remembers Link."

Some argue that they clearly do as why would someone need a secret room like Zelda does if they live alone.

One thing people forget however is that when you go back to Tarrey Town in TOTK, Hudson will remember Link and state his gratitude for what Link did to help found the town in BOTW.

But in BOTW Link can only do the Tarrey Town Founding quest if he bought the Hateno house. So that seemingly settles it, Link and Zelda lived in the Hateno house between BOTW and TOTK and probably hit the yoinky sploinky.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to lurk for a few months again and not post shit in the meantime.

[phoenix-arts7]

We've all done it.

[beesandhoney1219]

Does anyone else start thinking about the fanfics they’re writing and gets really anxious about it? Especially if it’s multiple chapters? Like ‘oh god im taking too long people are going to be upset at me’ kinda anxiety?

[picketlinepitchin]

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We still can't believe it ourselves!

To those that don't know, this is a Fanart4Donations Fundraiser in support of the writers and actors on strike - meaning, people get fanart FOR donating a minimum of only $2. Only $2! How often does someone come across a deal like that!?

So if you're a fan, if you support the picketers on the picket line, or maybe you just want really cheap art (and hey, we even do OC's - just tell us their name, and leave us a way to contact you so we can get them) - join the Pitch-In!

[jxsterr]

hey. what if link was so consumed by grief he was angry. cuz a tired link is brilliant, a riddled-with-illness-and-depressed link is even better, but what about a link that is so sick of all of this happening to both zelda and him that he's just FURIOUS.

like he's angry as fuck at how, despite everything they have done to protect hyrule, they're right back where they started. all that effort they put into sealing the calamity, those a hundred years link spent asleep just to be able to live again and those a hundred years zelda spent tearing herself apart just to hold that beast back, all for it to be for nothing. all that effort to dispel the ganon from their time only for ganondorf to appear from another time. it's borderline comical. link has to laugh or he'll cry. he's so tired of this constant fight but he's only tired for himself, when it comes to thinking about how much zelda has suffered and continues to suffer it conjures anger so vivid he feels it in his chest. he's so angry at how much the world continues to punish someone who has done nothing to deserve it, someone who has given her all for the people of this world and more and yet she cannot even feel the grace of peace for longer than a few years. she of all people deserves a break more than anything and he finds himself wishing he'd fallen instead of her.

link finds it hard to process or even care about the goings on in lookout landing after he finally wakes up (again). purah is babbling in his ear about something to do with increasing monster attacks but it's impossible to remain present when his mind is so torn up over zelda, his zelda. gods. she really is gone, isn't she? he doesn't know where she is, doesn't know if she's still breathing, or if he'll ever see those emerald eyes again. it's so much harder this time because last time he didn't even know her—at least not as much as he knows her now. her face was blurry back then and her voice was something so familiar yet so distant, but now he loves her. he knows her inside out, knows her favourite tea to drink in the early mornings and what books she'll pull from the bookcase based on her mood. the sun died that day and so has a part of him.

the air beside him feels so thick with emptiness that he finds himself getting lost in helping the local folks just to fill it, taking up a few errands and joining in with the monster control forces just for someone by his side. weeks pass since her fall and link finds himself stuck in the anger phase of grief. it feels like a disease, he doesn't like how angry he feels but goddess he can't stop feeling this way. it's just so fucking unfair. more often than not link finds himself venturing out of lookout landing deep in the night just to kill. not defeat, not vanquish, but to draw blood in a feeble attempt to quench the burning rage inside his soul. he tears his pathetic excuse of a sword mercilessly through the flesh of unsuspecting bokoblins, slices through the tendons of gloom hands and unleashes the full extent of his fury onto the phantoms of ganondorf's shrivelled form. he yells as he plummets the tip of his sword through the phantom's chest until it disperses into thin wisps of gloom, but it's still not enough. it's never going to be enough. he repeats the same useless task every night yet it does nothing to change anything. he's still angry.

purah's told him about the phenomenas pestering the four corners of hyrule but he can't bring himself to focus on the world just yet, so he goes to mount lanayru. he's waist deep in frozen water with hands clasped around one another when he begins his plea to the goddess. he asks her why zelda was served a fate as cruel as this, and why he seems forever cursed to walk hyrule alone. she doesn't answer. it irritates link, so he repeats himself louder. she still doesn't answer. he's yelling at her now, using the full extent of vocal cords that have barely moved since he awoke, and driving his fists through the spring water in an act of overwhelming frustration. answer me! tell me why we have to endure this! he cries, but the goddess is evermore silent. he chokes out a sob, and then, in a moment of fury, unleashes words undeserving of anyone to hear, not even ganondorf himself. he needs something that will just sit there and take it and right now he's beginning to understand the frustration zelda felt all those years ago when all her efforts went under appreciated. he decides this act is some sort of revenge for how the goddess has ignored them, even if it really isn't her fault; he just needs to feel like he's done anything of use when he's been rendered so powerless. his bitterness only continues to grow the longer she ignores him, until he's exhausted himself from the outburst and stands in the water until his limbs go numb. pathetically quiet, he curses the goddess.

when link learns of zelda's fate after the final tear, he goes missing for weeks. the only noticeable trace of him in the world is the sudden lack of monsters in some areas of hyrule, namely the lynels. the tears had acted as a sort of comfort to know that at least wherever zelda was, she was able to find some sort of comfort or happiness there. the memory of zelda and sonia made him cry hysterically afterwards, of course she still finds a way to speak of him even when they're separated by a millennia or more—but the final tear makes him feel like the air was knocked out of him. he can't even think about it, he tried to ignore zelda's dragon floating aimlessly about the skies for the first few days but the grief became too much. he finds himself cross legged on her snout, braiding blue nightshades amongst silent princesses in her mane, taking comfort in talking to her about the weight of everything on his shoulders. purah's search party is useless when he spends the first week or so constantly by zelda's side, sleeping in amongst the warmth of her locks and offering her buttered apples whenever she perched. "hey, old girl."

seeing zelda this way, knowing she has destroyed herself just so that he may prevail in the fight against the enemy who caused all this suffering.. link vows to become his worst nightmare.

[keis-slut]

cunnilingus|link

CW: ORAL/CUNNILINGUS, SQUIRTING, FINGERING, OVERSTIMULATION

link being absolutely obsessed with how you taste.

oral fixation to an extreme when it comes to you.

he’d go hours and hours eating you out, drooling against the slick of your cunt, like he’s never eaten a thing in his life.

sitting on his face, sixty-nine, from the back, any position he would do, as long as he could devour you.

he can’t get enough of your pretty moans and whimpering as you’re about to cum on his tongue.

his strong, muscular arms wrapped around your legs, toned and veiny hands harshly gripping the inside of your thighs, keeping them spread just enough to fit his head as deep as he could go.

“c-cumming, fuck… link!”

the lewd wet slurps as he ravenously ate your sweet cunt, sucking perfectly at your clit once you’d scream for climax.

the bottom of his face absolutely soaked after the way he dives into you, he couldn’t get enough of sloppily sucking and licking at your swollen cunt.

think of it as a stress reliever for him, how he’d sometimes practically beg you to ride his face.

and how could you say no.

he was so good at getting you off without even touching you, just a flick of his tongue.

he’d be more then happy to add a finger or two if you asked, but god his mouth was so good.

if he did ever use his fingers though, getting you to squirt just to greedily eat up your mess sounds like a plan to him.

he flipped you over after you’ve cum, laying on your back as he slipped down between your legs once more.

your legs trembled with overstimulation as he caressed and kissed the inside of your shaky thighs.

heaving and whining as he slipped his fingers across your dripping cunt, blue eyes flickering up at you under eyelids to watch how you’d react.

he kept your legs from snapping closed, being much stronger than you, pushing his fingers inside.

he sighed a whimper as he felt you quickly tighten, and didn’t hesitate to curl his fingers immediately.

his calloused hand roamed your thigh, and down to your clit, where his thumb pressed against it.

you squirmed and squealed, but he didn’t let you get away easily, not until he had you make a mess he’d gladly eat up.

he’d prod and prod at the spongy spot against your walls that made you shake, just enough for you to release again.

you’re a slut for him,

but he’s more of a slut for you squirting all over his face, just to then latch himself onto you again to lick it all up.

the stupid innocent look on his face he gives when you’re done, making sure you watch him lick his fingers clean of your taste, none ever gone to waste.

“taste s’ good, sweetheart”