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💖Celebrating Zelinktines!!💖

Happy February, friends.

For "cozy," here's a happy continuation of Charmed.

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Cozy.

yeah its cozier when he transforms into a big doggie to sleep and cuddle, but its getting harder to explain all the dog hair on the sheets

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Didn't get a chance to post this yesterday! Chapter 2 of Cherished, for day 7 of Zelinktines,

Prompt: ⭐ star ⭐

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Happy Leap Day! And happy final day of Zelinktines. 💖

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Prompt: 🧞‍♂️ make a wish 🧞‍♂️

In which Zelda makes an unusual discovery during her attempted escape from the Yiga.

SPOILER: it's a rude genie.

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😎 I come bearing chapter 3 (out of 4 now, oops) of Cherished!

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Prompt: ☁️ veil ☁️

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A post calamity one shot of bad puns, rumpled silk, and a newly thirteen year old sand seal. 🤪

For day 4 of Zelinktines: 🌸 Blush 🌸

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WIP WEDNESDAY!

It's Valentines Day!

And the next prompts for @zelinktines24 I'm working on are much later in the month. 😩

28: veil (final chapter of Cherished)

29: make a wish! (Genie!Link)

So here's a little snippit of Day 29, because it's Valentine's Day! And genie Link is a bit of a troll and I love him.

Synopsis: While attempting to escape from the Yiga hideout she's been imprisoned within, Zelda stumbles into their treasure room and accidentally becomes the unwilling Master of an equally uncooperative genie.

Zelda scans the piles for anything familiar, recalling that several royal relics from the church of Hylia have been stolen through the years. Perhaps she's flattering herself to think she'd be able to escape her captors at all, let alone recover any meaningful relics now that she's accidentally found herself in their treasure horde. Nothing from the torchlit, half hazard hills of gold sings out to her anyway. Instead, her vision alights upon an alcove recessed within the wall. Framed by large sconces and hung on a fine golden chain is a lone pendant—an ancient, marble sized poe lantern. Frowning, she tucks two fingers around the glass and swipes at the dust with her thumb. A blue shimmer swirls inside it. The Yiga are keeping a poe?

She jumps at the sound of a ghostly sigh over her shoulder, thinking her bid for freedom has come to an end. Zelda tucks herself against the side of the alcove, out of sight from the entrance. But no one is there. Several anxious heartbeats confirm it— she's alone.

"What are we hiding from?"  A whisper from above.

Shrieking, she darts away to spin on her heel. He's midnight blue, a floating torso leaning back against the alcove's ceiling with eyes a lighter shade of the same hue. His mop of red hair is half pulled into a gerudo voe head piece. Her panicked stare is travels down to his bare waist, which dissolves below the hip into a plume of smoke, coiling down to the glimmering pendant like a tether.

"My eyes are up here."

Teeth click together and Zelda looks whatever he is full in the face, refusing to be cowed by that tone. What might've been a kind visage is marred by his cold and clever stare. She can read hostility in the way his eyes tighten around the corners. Internal warning bells tone; such an expression belies a mind of equal ice and intellect. A trickster: do not trust.

"You surprised me," she breathes. "I thought I was alone." Pull it together, Zelda commands herself. And for the love of Hylia do not blather.

"The feeling is mutual, I assure you."

There's a beat of predatory silence in which Zelda feels more like prey than before with this rude, blue ghost hulking over her. Goosebumps cling to her skin. His curling smile is souring into a grimace, but he still tilts over to examine her closely.

"You don't appear to be a Yiga."

"Neither do you." But he's evidently important to them. Is he friend, foe— something in between?

His laugh is condescending in the extreme. "May Demise take me before I ever become one. No— I am but the humble genie whose lamp you just rubbed, as I'm sure you're well aware. You may call me Link."

Another unfortunate pause. His eyebrows lift when she doesn't answer, and once again he's chuckling at the expression on her face.

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