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[hnnn-zelda]

I had the pleasure of participating in the @zelinkcommunity 's Loftwing Letters event (a Valentine's themed gift exchange for The Legend of Zelda). I had a lot of fun creating this piece for @fioreofthemarch, and this piece is actually inspired by some of the elements of their fantastic set of one shots set during and after Tears of the Kingdom. It's called Marble Skies and I implore you to read it :)

I really wanted to include these two lovebirds enjoying the apple pie that they mentioned making at the end, and I also wanted to include Zelda's reconnection with her dragon sisters and the joy she must have felt when they recognized her. After many sketches and concepts, I finally settled on this! I hope you all enjoy, especially you, Rachael!

Here's an alt without the dragon shadow below the cut:

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[zelinkcommunity]

LOFTWING LETTERS 2024

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What is Loftwing Letters?

A low-pressure Valentines-themed gift exchange! You will create a valentine for someone and receive a valentine from someone else.

You can sign up using this Google Form (closed). Signups will close on January 11 and your match will be sent on January 14. All gifts will be posted on Valentines Day, February 14! (If you have conflicts with the posting date, let an admin know and we can work something out!)

Valentines don’t need to be Zelink-related, but they should be Zelda-related!

This event is mainly being held in our Discord server: please join here! (Though we will accommodate participants who aren’t server members.)

We will also reblog Loftwing Letters content on this blog! Make sure to mention this account (@zelinkcommunity) and tag your valentine with #loftwingletters24 so we can reblog it.

What can I create and receive?

For this event, you can create/receive art, writing, and music. Your match will indicate specifics.

Writing should be 500-1500 words long.

Art should be a doodle/sketch, and coloring is up to the artist.

Music should be one minute or less.

These are loose guidelines; going a little bit over is okay. We want the event to be low-pressure, simple, and fun for everybody, which is why we set these guidelines.

Can I create/receive NSFW content?

Yes, if the gifter/giftee indicates it’s okay. We will try our best to match NSFW-comfortable people with NSFW-comfortable people and vice versa.

We will also be reblogging Loftwing Letters entries. In this case, our regular NSFW rules apply:

We will reblog NSFW content as long as it is properly tagged/censored below the read more line.

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If you’re unsure if your content counts as NSFW, contact our staff team and we can review it. (Generally, if you have to ask, it probably is.)

However, we reserve the right to not reblog NSFW content if we feel uncomfortable doing so.

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[fioreofthemarch]

for you, anytime

Fandom: The Legend of Zelda Ocarina of Time Pairing: Link/Sheik Words: 1610 This oneshot was written for @zelinkcommunity's Loftwing Letters 2024 and is a gift for midnightbunnyy on AO3. Please enjoy!

Looking back, the first hint that something was amiss should have been how easy Link found it to trust Sheik. 

His secretive new ally kept his face entirely covered, save for a bright red eye that was almost smiling, if not the gravity of the words he spoke. When evil rules all, an awakening voice from the Sacred Realm will call… 

Sheik’s voice, stern yet calm, gave Link the feeling that not only was saving Hyrule possible, it was their destiny. So it did not bother him that this stranger seemed to know exactly how to defeat the evil Ganondorf and find Princess Zelda, nor did it bother him that Sheik’s idea of goodbye was throwing down a deku nut and disappearing in the haze left behind. The first time it happened Link could only smile at the spectacle. 

How like him, he thought. 

Beyond providing Link with some philosophical musings, Sheik was a man of few words. Still, he was welcome company. The Hyrule to which Link had awoken had changed almost beyond recognition; crushed under the heel of its new King, the land was scoured and the people were scarce. The times that Sheik appeared to teach Link a new song on his ocarina were the only chance he actually had to speak to anyone. 

“Are you feeling better today?” he asked after they had met in the raging underbelly of Death Mountain to play a bolero of fire. 

“Pardon?” 

“A few days ago at the Forest Temple, when you taught me the minuet. You had a cold.” 

“No I didn’t.”

“You were sneezing.”

“Sneezing? I…” Sheik paused, as understanding crossed what little of his face Link could see. “I remember now. Yes, I am better. Thank you Link.” 

“Well, that’s good to hear—“ 

Snap! Down came the deku nut and Sheik was gone. 

It wasn’t exactly a conversation, but it was a start. Link next found Sheik deep in the icy caverns of Zora’s Domain — frozen thanks to Ganondorf’s meddling — but his hopes of further discussion were quickly dashed. 

Sheik’s usual poise was gone. He sat on a large block of ice, slumped and clutching his golden harp to his chest. He explained that Zora’s Domain was lost, except for its princess who had gone in search of the Water Temple to destroy the monster within. He drew his harp forth, preparing with some melancholy to teach Link another song. 

“Time passes, people move,” he sighed. “Like a river’s flow, it never ends, does it? A childish mind will turn to noble ambition. Y-young—“

“Young love will become deep affection,” Link murmured. “The clear water reflects growth.” 

“How did you know what I was going to say?” Sheik’s red eye met his, cold as the ice of the caverns. 

“I just did. I…” Link searched for the right words. “We know each other, don’t we? I mean other than meeting like this.” 

Sheik withdrew, reaching yet again for a deku nut to flee with. Link surged forward, grabbing his shoulder. “Wait, answer me!”

“No. Not now. Find the Princess, Link,” Sheik instructed, pulling away. “I need time to think.” 

Reluctantly, Link agreed, and allowed Sheik to teach him the song; a serenade so sweet it made him want to cry. This time, Sheik departed not with a flash but a bow. 

“I’ll see you again,” he said.

To Link, it seemed like an apology.

---

Once the beast within the Water Temple was vanquished, and yet another friend had ascended as a Sage, Sheik met Link on the shores of Lake Hylia. The clear waters sparkled under the high sun as they sat together on the bank, eating a fish that Link had caught and roasted over a fire. 

In order to eat, Sheik had dropped the cowl covering his face, unveiling it for the first time. He was younger than Link had imagined, with unblemished skin and a smattering of fine whiskers on his jaw. But most surprising was the way Sheik smiled when he talked.

“A fine carp, a good catch,” he said lightly. 

“Compliments to the chef?” Link asked. At this Sheik just rolled his eyes. 

“Anyway, I do not know why you feel we have met before,” he said as he picked over a few fish bones. “Perhaps in a past life, we fought a great evil together. That sort of thing leaves a mark on the soul. Trust me.” 

“I do trust you." 

Sheik looked at him for a long moment, and then laughed. The sound of it caught Link off-guard; it had a melodic lilt, like his harp. 

“Don’t let your fiancé hear you say that,” Sheik said. I don’t have a fiancé Link was about to say, when Sheik leaned across and kissed his cheek, running a gentle hand through his hair at the same time. 

“Thank you for this respite, Hero,” he whispered. Then, before Link could even think how to respond, Sheik was dousing the fire and the afternoon was over. 

---

With no clear next destination, Link travelled in a daze from Lake Hylia to Kakariko Village, hoping to hire a room at the inn and stare at the ceiling until he understood his twin feelings of joy and confusion. Except he could do no such thing, because when he arrived the inn was on fire, along with the rest of the town. 

In the midst of it all, as townsfolk scrambled for safety, Sheik stood tall and at the ready by the entrance to the town’s well. 

“Get back,” he called to Link. At that moment the well cover blew clean off, and all hell (or something much worse) broke loose.

A terrible shadow swarmed overhead. It swooped, angling directly for Sheik and knocked him to the ground. Link’s legs had a mind of their own, positioning him between the shadow and Sheik. He raised his shield, but the force of its blow was so great it sucked the air from his lungs. Just as his consciousness faded he was… standing again. By the well. 

“Get back, Link!” Sheik said. The well exploded. The shadow roared. This time it went straight for him, burrowing into his heart, and he felt himself fall and hit— the bricks, as the shadow slammed him into a nearby building. The shadow struck again, throwing Link backward and— into the well itself, falling and falling with no way to—

“Get back, Link, please!” Sheik cried. 

What was happening? Why was he stuck at the well, at this one moment, being hit again and again and being told to—

“Get back!” Sheik shouted, angry now. 

Again the shadow burst forth, knocking Link down harder than all times before. Pain welled in his chest. Then, above him, he saw Sheik take the ocarina from his bag and begin to play. In his last moments of awareness, Link realised he knew the melody: it was a lullaby, once beloved by the Princess of Hyrule. 

---

Looking back, all that had come before now made sense, but Link needed time to be sure. He had braved the Shadow Temple and conquered the Spirit Temple before he was ready to confront Sheik. 

They met once again in the Temple of Time, where it had all begun. Sheik explained to him the legends of the Triforce, saying that Ganondorf had caused it to split into three when he stole it from the Sacred Realm. All this only strengthened Link’s resolve. 

“You hold the final piece,” Link said. “You are the seventh sage.” 

“I—“ Sheik blinked at him. “Yes. How did you know?”

Link took a deep breath. “From the moment we met, you seemed familiar. Then I began to remember things you had forgotten, and finish your sentences.” He took the Ocarina of Time from his bag and held it between them. “Then you used this to save my life in Kakariko Village. You turned back time, more than once. There’s only one person in Hyrule who could do that.” 

Sheik’s eyes welled with tears. He bowed his head. 

“Zelda,” Link said, kind as he could. “I’m not angry. It is Zelda, right?”

Sheik had bowed, but it was the Princess who raised her head. “Yes, it is. You don’t know how happy it makes me to say that.” 

Link handed the ocarina to her. “How many times did you use it?”

With a shrug, “I lost count after fifty.”

Fifty? “I died that many times?!” 

“I don’t know what to tell you,” Zelda said, laughing. “You’re as brave as you are reckless.” Then her face fell. “This is the furthest we’ve ever made it. Each time you fall, I have to send us back to the moment you arrive in the future. At this point, I don’t even know if defeating Ganondorf is possible.” 

She unravelled her long braid, shaking out her golden hair with a sigh. Her eyes seemed a little softer now, the red shade fading to green. This was who she had wanted to be all this time, Link thought. 

“I’m sorry I can’t remember it all,” Link said, realising unhappily that Zelda likely could. “When I face Ganondorf, I’ll make it count.” 

Zelda placed a hand on his cheek and smiled a soft, sad smile. “I know you will.”

She knelt down to kiss his cheek, but Link turned his head and caught her lips with his own; a short, whisper of a kiss, one hopeful of more to follow once peace had returned. 

“I’ll see you again?” Zelda asked. 

“I’ll see you again,” Link affirmed. 

This time around, whether or not this was the last time around, it was nothing short of a vow.

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[hyylia]

A DRINK WITH DESTINY ──

botw/totk modern au | rated T major characters: zelda, link summary: for galentine's, zelda and her friends decide to check out hyrule's newest bar, the lost woods. word count: 1695 warnings: alcohol mentions/use

a/n: happy (late) loftwing letters @angelicgarnet! you said you like botw/totk zelink and modern au's so have this modern meet-cute story :) i hope you like it!

read it below the cut or on ao3 → here

It’s five o’clock. The Lost Woods has just opened, and it’s only a matter of time before a crowd makes its appearance. Link’s spent the last hour preparing for it: stocking the bar with an array of cheap liquor and top-shelf alike, cutting garnishes, filling the bin with ice. The Galentine’s event tonight had been his clever idea—a way of bringing in and establishing patrons for Hyrule’s newest bar. 

“Go ahead,” he calls out to the band in the corner, tucked away on a small wooden stage. The head of the band, a tall woman with a dark brown bob, nods her head and readies her violin. Light, traditional Hyrulean folk music fills the silence hanging in the bar, just as the crowd begins to slowly trickle inside. 

“I’ll have a Champion.” A Gerudo woman with long, red hair sits at the bar mere moments later, handing him her card between two fingers. “And a Zora’s Scale for my friend.” Her head tilts in the direction of the shorter redhead who takes up the barstool beside her. Link nods, mindlessly pulling the Champion into a tall glass, slowly falling into the motion of making drinks. “And another friend will be joining us soon. Put her on my tab when she comes in.”

“Sure,” he says easily. “What does this friend look like?”

“You can’t miss her,” the Gerudo says with a knowing smile and a wink. She takes a sip of her Champion, then nudges the Zora beside her to do the same. Link shrugs, turning away to take the order of another woman. 

Eventually, a steady stream of patrons occupy the bar, groups of young women eager to celebrate their friendships and drink on a good deal. The music becomes a background to the loud chatter taking place, and at some point, the Gerudo and Zora leave their barstools with their drinks in hand, mingling with a few others they must know. He turns his attention to his work, focusing solely on getting his drinks just right.

Some time later a voice cuts through the bar. It’s soft and sweet, clear as day to him despite the noise. His attention is shattered at the sound of it. He looks up, distracted.

“Sorry I’m late!” The voice says hurriedly to the Gerudo from earlier, holding a soft blue purse close to her body. She pulls the gold chainlink strap up onto her shoulder with one hand, then runs the same hand through her blonde hair in an attempt to smooth it down into place. From far away, Link can’t hear the rest of the exchange, but he sees the Gerudo wave the apology away. She says something to the woman, then points her towards the bar. Towards him. 

The Gerudo was right; he couldn’t miss this woman.

Link has bartended for years—mostly on the side, only recently full-time. He’s flirted, exchanged phone numbers, the whole nine yards. But she… She is like something out of a fairytale. Her golden hair lays in silky straight strands, bangs clipped out of her face with blue butterfly clips. Her eyes are big and beautiful, green like emeralds and accentuated by dark brown cat-eye liner. The pink gloss on her lips seems to glow, reflecting the dim light around them. She is the first woman to make him feel truly nervous.

“Hi,” her soft voice says. She stands on her tiptoes, leaning over the dark mahogany bar to speak to him. It’s unnecessary. Even with all the noise, his attention is focused solely on her. Listening.

“What can I get for you?” He says, trying to look casual as he pours another cocktail through a strainer. He sits the glass on the bar in one quick, fluid motion towards its recipient.

“Oh. Um.” Her green eyes trail from the drink and over to settle on the framed specials sheet sitting atop the bar. They scan the sheet slowly, taking in every detail. Finally, she frowns. “I’m sorry. I don’t really drink…”

“That’s okay,” he says quickly, sounding maybe a bit overenthusiastic. “Do you want something sweet or dry?”

She chews her lip. “Maybe somewhere in the middle? Probably more sweet I think. But not too sweet.”

He nods. Normally when women don’t know what to order, he makes them a classic. A Castletonian, or a simple Zoran’s with cranberry. It’s hard to go wrong with either of those, and if they don’t like it, well… then he has a better idea of what to make for them next time. Yet, for her—for this goddess standing before him—something else comes to mind entirely. 

He takes a step away from the bar, conjuring the supplies up quickly from the shelf behind him. Her eyes follow intently all the while, taking in each and every motion he makes. For good measure (and maybe because he likes the feel of her eyes on him), he shoves the sleeves to his blue shirt up over his elbows before he continues. The Master Sword tattoo on his right forearm is fully visible now. She seems to smile at the sight of it.

“How long have you guys been open?” she asks. He’s grateful for her attempt to fill the heavy silence hanging between them.

“Just a couple of weeks.”

“Cool…” Her eyes fall away from him now, taking in the scenery around them. They focus on the plants filling every corner, fake vines crawling up the few faux stone ruins around the room. Finally, they land on the band playing in the corner. “I like it. The theme is really cool.”

“Thanks,” he says, sincerely. Then he shrugs. “I’ve been interested in Ancient Hyrulean stuff for a while. I thought it’d make a cool bar concept.”

Her eyes light up, snapping back to him. “Me too! Well, not the bar thing.” She rushes to explain. “That sounded negative. I don’t mean it like that—it’s a cool concept. I just… I’m actually an archeaology major at the university.”

“Really? I thought about going to school for history.”

She leans forward. “Why didn’t you?” 

“I’ve always been bad in school. Trouble focusing, sleeping during class, that kind of thing. I’ve never been super disciplined, I guess.”

“I get it,” she says, but he can tell from the tone of her voice that she doesn’t. No–this woman strikes him as intelligent. She’s probably never made below an A-plus in any of her courses.

He nods without thinking and, with one final motion, garnishes her drink with a simple Silent Princess. It floats lightly on top of the light blue liquid, edible gold glitter shining with every swirl of the martini glass.

“What’s it called?” She wonders aloud as she takes the glass from his hands, peering inside.

“The Princess.” 

Her eyes widen. Her mouth opens, then closes. A dark red flush crawls up her skin.

“Oh,” she says quietly. Then, as if realizing what he’s done, her eyes narrow. She eyes the glass suspiciously. “And do you make The Princess for every fair lady who enters your establishment, sir?” Her faux-royalty accent makes him smile.

“Only for you. It seems fitting.”

Despite the dim lighting, her cheeks burn fiercer. She smiles. 

“Oh. Then thank you.” 

“What’s your name?” he asks finally. It’s his turn to lean against the bar, resting his chin lazily on a hand.

“Zelda,” she says with a soft smile. He widens his eyes. 

Zelda, like the ancient princesses from thousands and thousands of years ago. Either it’s a coincidence or—

“Are you teasing me?”

“No,” she laughs, “that’s really my name. What’s yours?”

“Link.” Her mouth falls open. She laughs harder. It’s a lovely sound and makes his heartbeat quicken. 

“Like the hero?” 

“The very same, actually. My dad was really into military history. Wars and stuff.”

“Well it’s a pleasure to meet you, Hero,” she teases, holding a hand out for him to take.

“Same for you, Princess.” Feeling bold, he pulls her hand closer. His mouth lightly brushes the back of her hand. It hovers. At the very last second, before he pulls away, his blue eyes flick up to meet hers. She dares to hold his gaze. 

They break away only for her to take a sip. 

“Mmm! It’s perfect!” 

“Good.” He gives a lopsided grin, releasing her hand. “I’ll make as many as you wish, Princess. On one condition.”

“And what might that be?”

He points his finger up in the air, towards the rickety wooden sign hanging above the bar. Drink Responsibly. Don’t Get Lost, it says, scrawled in someone’s poor attempt at mimicking Ancient Hyrulean script.

She laughs. “Clever.”

“Thanks.”

“Zelda!” The Gerudo’s voice cuts through the bar. “Come here!” 

“Sorry,” she apologizes, wincing. She hesitates to move away from him. “Thanks again.”

And like that, she’s gone.

—

He’s closing up the bar when something catches his attention. A specials sheet, removed from its frame and torn in half, sits between half-full glasses on the bar. When he peers closer, there’s text.

Thanks for everything. You were really nice tonight. I’d love to get to know you more.  -Zelda

Below the text, a set of numbers is scrawled in pretty handwriting. Her phone number. Link grabs the paper quickly and wastes no time in sending her a text.

—

Her phone buzzes, just as she enters the shared apartment with Urbosa and Mipha. Warm and fuzzy, stumbling slightly from the alcohol, Zelda struggles only momentarily to pull her Slate from the pocket of her jacket. It lights up when she finally does, the notification quickly expanding on her screen.

Hey, it’s Link, the bartender. Thanks for giving me your number, I’d love to hang out some time. :)

Zelda blinks once. Twice. 

“How’d he get my number?” She asks no one in particular. Had she given it to him? Did she forget? It’s possible, she muses. The Princess had been stronger than it’d tasted.

“Sorry, Zel.” Mipha is the first to crack, her voice soft and nervous. “But you should have seen the way you two looked at each other.”

“And, Princess,” Urbosa gently mocks, a wide, mischievous smile spreading across her face. “He’s handsome.”

Zelda can’t say she’s angry.

#disclaimer im zelda and i dont drink very much so if some of this doesnt make sense just smile and nod and pretend #however ive been picking up part time shifts at a restaurant/bar recently and ive learned a lot !! #hyylia lore #thats what inspired me to write this tbh link would make a bangin bartender #i wanted to include more but alas word limit #if this is received well i might add to it and flesh it out more!! i was already worldbuilding for just this little drabble which is so fun #y but thats how it goes isnt it lololol #also ok i know in botw/totk its technically hyrule/korok forest but like the lost woods is such a good idea for a bar i couldnt help myself #loftwing letters #loftwing letters 2024 #zelink community #zelink #botw #totk #my writing

[zelink5ever]

“I told him you are my chosen hero,” Zelda said quietly, and the weight of her gaze on him was magnetic. They were getting closer and closer to each other. “You are my best friend. You …” she trailed off, the moment hanging heavily between them. “We should get married,” Link blurted out. // This is my gift for @stellarbunni for the @zelinkcommunity event Loftwing Letters 2024! Stellarbunni, I am so happy to be your Loftwing Letters valentine, and I hope you like it!

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[aurathian]

Rumors

AO3 | Written for the @zelinkcommunity Loftwing Letters gift exchange! I hope you enjoy @skyyknights !! This also fulfills @zelinktines24 prompt #14: “rumors” :) If you enjoy, please reblog! <3

Fandom: Skyward Sword

Rating: G

Ships: Link/Zelda

Description: There’s a rumor going around that Link and Zelda are in love.

Read the full fic below or read it on AO3.

Days on the surface were busy. From dawn, Link and Zelda were up collecting wood, fetching water, and making multiple rounds of the settlement to see who needed help. By dusk, they were helping cook meals, store equipment, and make sure all were safe to sleep. Their only respite was their one-room cottage, tucked a short walk away from the settlement, where at night they shared stories about the day and plans for the tomorrows they once never thought they would have.

There was a rumor going around that they were exhausted.

“That’s silly,” Zelda yawned, taking a sip of tea from her mug. “Karane, you should really stop gossiping.” Setting down her cup, she resumed her knitting project: a blanket for Kukiel who, despite her love for adventure, was having a hard time adjusting to the surface. The blanket would be covered in pictures of loftwings and clouds.

“It’s not gossip,” Karane protested. “I can see it in your eyes, Zelda. You have bags!”

“That doesn’t mean anything.”

“Link had to wake you up this morning. It’s usually the other way around.”

“How do you know– ah, Pipit…”

“You should take some time for yourself,” Karane encouraged, getting up to refill her teacup. “You and Link give a lot.”

“We don’t mind,” Zelda argued as she shifted to watch Karane over the back of her chair. “There’s a lot of work to do and we can do it.”

Karane sighed and swirled her cup. Looking out the window, she said, “Link is out with Pipit right now chopping firewood. Maybe you can go get some fresh air, walk a little bit, without starting a new project.” She walked to the door, lifting the cup. “Oh, I’ll return this later.”

And then Karane was gone and Zelda was alone and maybe her best friend was right. A light breeze blew outside, gently ruffling the curtains on the window through which she could hear birds singing. A walk outside, without any projects or jobs or strings attached, was something Zelda hadn’t done in a long time. So, she gently set Kukiel’s blanket aside, finished her cup of tea, and ventured out into the surrounding woods.

On the other side of the surface settlement, Pipit hacked away at a pile of firewood while Link–unwillingly–stood and watched.

“I’m not letting you help,” Pipit huffed as he lifted the axe over his head. “This is my job.”

“But I can do it.”

“You’ve done enough.” With a whack, the log at Pipit’s feet split into two. “You never do anything for yourself anymore.”

“I do plenty for myself,” Link protested. “Last night, I ate dinner.”

Pipit couldn’t stop himself from bursting out in a fit of laughter so loud the birds hidden in the trees launched away into the air.

“Alone?” Pipit asked between chuckles.

“Well, Zelda was finishing up some of the laundry she was helping with, and she got back late.”

“That’s exactly it.” Pipit set leaned on the handle of the axe and glowered at Link. “You two don’t have any time to do something together that doesn’t involve working.”

“Finishing up the settlement is important,” Link replied. “Once that’s done, then we can rest.”

”Or you could rest now—“

“Hey,” a voice rang out, and Pipit didn’t miss the way Link’s eyes lit up. “Am I intruding?” Zelda emerged from behind a tree, and to Pipit’s surprise, wasn’t carrying a pile of fabric or a bucket of water. It was just her.

“Not at all, Zel,” Pipit said, casting a glance at Link’s tomato-hued face, “not at all.” He also didn’t miss the slight fumble in his step which almost sent the logs in his arms rolling.

“I was wondering if Link had a minute,” she said. “But if you’re busy, I don’t want to interrupt—I know that wood is urgent.”

Pipit hurriedly, almost eagerly, replied that it was not urgent. “Take him if you need him.” Link hesitated, glancing between the pile of uncut wood and the woman dearest to him, wondering what mattered more.

He went off with Zelda, leaving Pipit alone and knowing he would never hear the end of this later.

There was a rumor going around that Link and Zelda were in love.

“What happened?” Link asked as they walked through the forest.

“Does something need to happen for us to take a stroll?”

“No, but— usually— I mean, when you come get me it’s because you need help with some work.”

“I just had an idea that we could take a break.” Yes. An idea that was entirely her own. “But if you have to get back, I understand.”

“No! No, I don’t.” Their hands swung at their sides as they walked and Link ever so gently grazed his fingers against hers. Zelda glanced down and turned her face away to hide her blush. Nervously, she slipped her fingers into his. The rest of the walk was silent, but in that silence was comfort. The silence said everything—that they could truly be at peace, even in the midst of building and planning and healing, their peace could be found within the other.

Just outside the forest that surrounded the settlement was Lake Floria. Zelda had grown fond of it on the rare occasions she visited. Beside the lake was a tree taller and much older than the rest, which is where they sat down. For a long time they stayed there, talking, reminiscing, clutching hands, and they were so engrossed in each other that they didn’t notice the golden light of sunset or the glowing bugs that came out of hiding.

“It’s been very nice to do this,” Zelda said as she plucked at some grass. “Perhaps we could do this more.”

“I think so too.”

“You know,” she continued after a moment of quiet, “I’ve been working on a blanket for Kukiel.”

“Have you?”

“She’s homesick, so I thought it would be nice.” She tore a tuft of grass out of the earth. “Maybe… I could make a blanket for us, too.”

“I could get some more wood,” Link offered, “for our hearth.”

“We could sit under our blanket in front of our fire and drink tea together. Just us, for ourselves.” And Zelda thought there was no moment more perfect than this, surrounded only by the forest and its wildlife, treasuring every detail: the upward curve of Link’s lips, the presence of his hand over hers, the blush that was surely creeping onto her face.

They faced each other. “That sounds nice,” Link said, eyes traveling down to her lips, then back up to those sky-blue eyes that would always remind him of home. Not the Knight Academy, not Skyloft, not the Goddess Statue, but home: her.

He reached up and cupped her face with that same gentle care he always had, like he could lose her again with just a simple touch, and she closed her eyes and gingerly leaned in…

…and there was a rumor going around that they shared their first kiss underneath the tree by the lake.

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[demiboydemon]

Good news: I finished writing my fic for the loftwing letters event! I was super inspired and wrote it very excitedly in about 4 hours. I only had to do light editing because I ended up loving it.

Bad news: it ended up being about 1,300 words over the 1,500 word limit. I refuse to delete any of it so now I have to write another for the event 😔

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[sun-aries]

Roots and Wings

Happy Valentines, lovelies! This is my contribution to the @zelinkcommunity's Loftwing Letters 2024!

This Skyward Sword Zelink pure marshmallow fluff for Kels! @oatmilkdrnkr! I hope you enjoy this gift and I hope your Valentines is full of love :)

Link's happy to be home.

When he steps up to the porch, he wipes his boots off the doormat. He turns the key through the lock – though sometimes he ponders why they have a lock, being the only two humans on the surface – and throws the door open. And when he's through the frame, he drops his weapons by the door.

Link hasn't been gone for long: it's only about an hour trip to Faron Woods and back. But whenever he runs an errand without Zelda, he finds himself missing her madly and gets the task done with a fair amount of impatience before hurrying home.

This morning, he's cleared out an overwhelming infestation of Deku Baba's, which the Kikwi's complained began sprouting out of nowhere. Bucha was so pleased with Link that he repaid his efforts with seeds for their garden.

Link scans the small house and calls out "Zelda?" when he can't immediately find her.

"In the garden!"

And Link smiles, because her voice calling back to him from some unknown place in the house always makes him smile for some reason or another.

So he crosses the length of their small home, wincing at the mud that he still manages to track in, and through the backdoor. And true to her word, Zelda's in the garden.

This is how he knows her, with windswept hair and sunshine on her face. She glows – and most people might say that it's from the goddess within now that they know she's Hylia reborn – but he knows better. The laughing twinkle in her eyes and the flash of her smile is all Zelda.

His face brightens when she turns her gaze up to him. She's wearing a hat with a wide brim, a Skyloftian dress with an apron, and she's covered in nearly as much dirt as he is. "Welcome home," she says, and he feels it in his chest like one of Groose's sucker punches.

This is home. She's his home.

When they're little, when his feet were rarely on the ground and feathers were perpetually stuck in his unkempt hair, he thought it was Skyloft. After all, it's where he was born; it's where the Knight Academy is and where Zelda lived.

But when Zelda was thrown off her Loftwing and disappeared in a cyclone of darkness, Link was spun off balance. He couldn't eat; he couldn't sleep – and that's a feat for the goddesses, because anyone who knows him knows the man can sleep.

It was then that he started to realize that maybe it isn't normal - how much he missed her. Maybe friends don't feel sickeningly empty when the other isn't around. Maybe they don't feel like their entire world just dropped out of the sky.

Just when he started to understand that the sky is infinite, it became impossibly small without her.

When he woke up for the first time and Zelda wasn't there, Skyloft didn't feel like home. It wasn't until he found her that he started to understand. Every time he saw her - at the top of a staircase or across a gaping chasm - he felt a little safer, a little more at ease, if only for a moment in Zelda's company.

It would fill his heart and soul with warmth and light: for weeks he could thrive off that feeling alone. In time it would burn out without Zelda's presence to reignite it and he would grieve until he saw her again.

When all was said and done, Zelda decided to stay on the surface, and Link is staying with her. Though she asked, there's no question in his heart. Link learned by then, after chasing her to every corner of the earth, that he'll go wherever she goes.

Headmaster Gaepora, Zelda's father, insisted that the Sealed Grounds is not an appropriate place to live, even if it's only to rest their head between adventures. Neither Link nor Zelda see fit to argue with him. For the few months it took to build a house, the Skyloftian's were brave and kind enough to venture to the mysterious surface.

Though many of the homes in Skyloft were built generations before them, some people - mainly Gondo and Jakamar - still know the tricks of the trade. With their instruction, the villagers built a small traditional Skyloftian home.

Link felt it's kind of like woodcarving and Zelda isn't the best at it – though, goddess, did she try – but she's the one to make the house their home. She knitted the blankets and displayed his woodcarvings, and she always sets fresh flowers on the table.

By now, it's common knowledge. He knows it; Zelda knows it; he's sure all of Skyloft does too. There is no building on the sky islands or any province on the surface where Link belongs. Home isn't with the Loftwings or the Kikwi's; it's not even with his friends.

It's always been her. Zelda is his home.

Kneeling on the grass, she waves him over and his smile remains even as he maneuvers through the plots of flowers and vegetables.

"How'd it go?" she asks.

"Good enough. Bucha was happy." Link rummages through his pouch before holding out his hand. "He gave us some seeds. They're fruits, I think."

"Oh!" she exclaims. Zelda holds out her palms and he pours the small seeds into them before she tucks them into one of her apron's pockets. "Remind me to thank him later."

Link nods as he crouches down to examine the small mounds of dirt: her newest addition to the yard. "What're you planting?"

Her easygoing smile stretches to an enthused grin and it lights up her entire face. "Some sort of flower," she says. "I can't wait to see what it looks like."

Many of the flowers and plants look and taste much different on the surface. It's been incredibly fun to try new things, and since Zelda's always been inherently curious, she's thrilled to discover all that the surface has to offer them. Even the birds are incredibly tiny, and he smiles mischievously to himself as he thinks back to the first time Groose "descended" to the surface.

Zelda eyes him suspiciously. "What're you grinning about?"

He simply shakes his head, murmurs amusedly, "Nothing," and offers her a hand. "Ready to go inside?"

Zelda pauses, thinks, and flashes him a rather devious look before placing her hand in his. He should've expected getting tugged off balance, and he topples to the ground. He rolls to his back and she's astride him a second later.

Her golden hair falls around them and her smile is like the sun, and by some miracle he manages to move his hands to her waist. His cheeks are red and so are hers, but he thinks an afternoon in the sunshine is partially to blame. But only partially.

"Not yet," she says, but Link already forgot what he asked.

Zelda drops a kiss on his nose and he takes a breath because he always does.

"I'm covered in dirt," he warns her, though he's not sure why.

"So am I."

"Aren't you tired?"

"Are you?"

Link stops, thinks, before he decidedly shakes his head. Zelda's laugh is chiming, and he can't help but lean forward.

But before he can capture her lips, her damned hat knocks his forehead. Her laugh turns into a giggle fit and he grimaces abashedly as he rubs the sore spot.

Deciding on revenge, Link's hold on her waist transforms into tickles and she yelps, nearly jumping from her skin. "Hey!" Zelda says between giggles, and he's smiling again. She's adorable. "Not fair!"

She wriggles before collapsing atop him and he relents if only so he can flip them over. When Zelda's on the ground, her hat comes off and rolls out of sight, and her hair becomes a halo around her.

Her laughing quiets down and turns instead into a serene smile. Moments before he dips his head to kiss her, Link thinks how happy he is to be home.

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[maitaitiu]

home, together

wordcount: 1617 botw zelink, post calamity. pre totk for @jimmyjims as part of @zelinkcommunity 's loftwing letters! thank you so much for letting me join! this was a lot of fun :) happy valentines day everyone :D i hope you like this jimmyjims, i do love writing botw hurt/comfort ^_^ read on ao3

synopsis:

It had been a nice day, until a storm rolled in. Zelda and Link are both struggling with memories of a storm from long ago, and reminders of all that they’ve lost. Friends, family, and their own childhoods. They find comfort in each other, and a multi-coloured plush toy.

Truth be told, while Zelda hadn’t been especially conscious during the last hundred years, she’d been at least lucid enough to miss things. Rain, for example.

And she had enjoyed it earlier today- two weeks after finally being freed from the Calamity- when a small shower had passed over Hateno Village. She’d spun around and splashed through puddles, carefree in a way she couldn’t remember ever being. But the rain had continued on, and only gotten heavier, and eventually she’d had to retreat back into Link’s home, lest she catch a chill.

It had been a few hours since then, and the storm had only progressed further. And now, Zelda was hunched over the desk upstairs, with a plush toy in her lap, trying too hard to focus on writing her daily journal entry (a habit she was trying to keep as a way of keeping her still-frazzled brain in check), and therefore was unable to focus on it at all.

Gnawing on the inside of her cheek did little to stop her from flinching every time a clap of thunder rolled through the air, but she did it anyway, needing anything to distract her, even the tiniest bit, from the anxiety that the thunder drummed into her heart.

Even worse, she was cold, too.

She’d grab a quilt off the bed and wrap it around herself- or better yet, just climb into the bed and curl up under the covers, until the storm was over- but Link was currently splayed out underneath the blankets, apparently sound asleep.

It was his bed, but he’d been pretty insistent that Zelda use it since he first invited her to stay with him. And though she’d tried to argue with him- it was his house; his bed! He should use it! – he continued to persist until she eventually gave in to the heavy tiredness she’d felt that first night. And somehow every night since then, Link had managed to convince her to keep sleeping there.

Not today, though. Today, Zelda had really put her foot down about him using his own bed. While she’d been frolicking about and enjoying the rainshower in the morning, Link had been off clearing out monsters in the nearby woodland. He’d sustained a gash on his upper arm, which was such an unusual occurrence that it was evidence enough for Zelda to convince him that he needed to rest properly for once, instead of just settling on the floor with a rolled-up pile of clothes for a pillow.

As glad as she was that he was resting now, it did little to calm her nerves about the storm, and how she longed to curl up in the bed next to Link. Wait, no. Just in the bed. That belonged to Link. Not… Next to him.

The strange thought caused warmth to bloom across her face and she stared even more intently at the mostly blank journal page in a futile attempt to clear her mind.

Instead, her thoughts drifted over to the thing on her lap- a custom made sand-seal plush. Made in every colour imaginable, bought by Link specifically for Zelda. He said he asked for every colour since he couldn’t remember her favourite, and also because rainbow was more fun. And when she’d pried further into why he’d got it at all, he’d eventually quietly admitted that he just wanted her to have something of her own to come home to.

She hadn’t really known what to say to that. So touched that she was stunned into silence.

She didn’t remember ever having any plush toys as a child. And now she had one that had been made especially for her. Not because she was the Princess, not made by the Finest Artisan Craftsman In All The Land or whatever, but made by a kind merchant because Link had wanted her- her. Zelda- to have something nice.

At home, the plush rarely left her side.

Zelda squeezed it to her stomach as a particularly loud clap of thunder seemed to shake the house. She closed her eyes tightly and decided that perhaps the strange thoughts about Link were far preferable to the visions and memories that the thunderstorm burned into her mind.

She felt silly for being so upset. It was just thunder!

She shouldn’t be almost crying over a bit of a storm!

But the way it rumbled, the flashes of light that lit up the world for a split-second, and how the earth almost seemed to shake. It was just… just… like…

Zelda hugged the plush tighter, and curled in on herself, huddled over the desk. She ran her fingers over the mismatched fabrics, the stitching, the wooden eyes, feeling the way the sturdy canvas fabric was still soft to the touch. Tried to focus on the fact that it was hers and it had been made at the request of Link, who was alive, who was well, and both of them were okay and safe.

Anxieties still not quelled, Zelda summoned all her courage to open her eyes and glance behind her. The window was there, but so was the bed.

She flinched as a bolt of lightning flashed somewhere in the far distance, but soon was more concerned with the fact that Link was definitely not asleep.

Unsure of how exactly she could tell, but certain anyway, Zelda sat up straighter and turned in her chair, to view him properly.

There was just something. Strange.

The rise and fall of the quilts covering him was just a little bit too quick for him to be asleep.

“Link?” she spoke in a soft voice, trying to hide that she was shaking.

A face appeared out of the blankets. Pale in the grey evening light. His eyes were glassy.

He ducked down, avoiding Zelda’s gaze, his eyes squinted shut as the thunder rumbled on by.

Zelda’s grip on the plush tightened momentarily, too. But she stood; crossed the room, and after a second of hesitation, perched on the edge of the bed.

She sank into the mattress, being always so pleasantly surprised about how comfortable it was; even the simplest luxuries were delightful after a hundred years of hell, and the smallness of the bed meant her shoulder was pressed against Link’s. She didn’t really mind, being far more concerned with him being upset.

Because of the thunder.

Like her.

Plush in hand, Zelda stayed silent as she tried to think of what she wanted to say, if anything at all. She turned the thing over and over in her hands as she did, and tried to ignore the warmth in her face when Link laid his head on her shoulder. Though, the contact with him- alive, breathing, and well- did help her feel just a little bit better.

“You can talk to me,” she eventually said, voice quiet, “If you want.”

She turned to look at him, and he looked up at her, still leaning on her shoulder, and then he looked out across the room.

Zelda followed his gaze to the portrait of the two of them alongside all the Champions.

While Link had been notably chattier and more expressive since the fall of the Calamity, Zelda had noticed he also tended to become much more guarded when he was worried over something. Still, though, she had plenty of experience in reading his subtler expressions, and she was fairly certain she knew what was troubling him so much.

“I miss them, too,” she murmured, and put the plush into Link’s lap instead, “It’s still so horrible to think about. But… I’m glad I still have you, Link.”

Still staring at the picture on the wall, Zelda missed the soft blush that faded into Link’s cheeks, as he mumbled his own shy agreement.

After a moment of simply holding the plush in his hands, Zelda watched as Link set it back on her lap, and, without much hesitation he then wrapped his arms around her torso in a tight, but gentle, hug.

Initially, she tensed up. She was hardly used to being held. But the warmth of the embrace was just so nice, and calming, and overwhelmed with the fear of the thunder and what it meant, and overwhelmed with just how dearly she cared for Link and how she felt he thought the same way about her, Zelda found her breath hitching and tears pooling in her eyes.

She threw her arms around Link, too, who seemed surprised by the amount of force behind the returned hug, but he didn’t falter.

Was this what it felt like to be loved despite all your mistakes? Was this what it felt like to be safe despite the harshness of the world?

If so, Zelda finally understood why people were so obsessed with love.

She had loved Link before now; had felt loved by him, too. But that had been the same way she dearly loved her friends; the Champions, Impa, Purah, and all the others who had touched her life. But this felt different somehow. Warm in a new way, in a way that bloomed the sensation of a campfire under a cloudless, starlit sky, through her whole body.

Outside, the rain lashed down upon the ground, the wind howled, and thunder shook the earth. It was frightening, it was loud, and it brought up memories of the worst thing either of them had ever lived through. But, they had lived.

They had lived. And they were here. Together.

And tangled up in quilts and pillows, wrapped safely in Link’s embrace, while she held him just as tenderly, with a plush sand seal squashed between them, Zelda finally felt at home.

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[wouldyoustilllovemeifiwasawyrm]

My gift to @sun-aries for @zelinkcommunity's Loftwing Letters 2024 event!

A little Southern-fried flair on Twilight Princess! <3

Summary: On her first visit to Ordon, Princess Zelda is introduced to the sights, sounds, tastes, and traditions of Link's home village. She believes that she's ready for anything, the pinnacle of diplomatic austerity. Let's see how that works out.

Rating: G; word count: 1,483; warnings: none

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[dubiiousfood]

Loftwing Letters 2024 for @almost-an-artist:

Fruitcake

THIS IS MY 2024 LOFTWING LETTERS CONTRIBUTION for @almost-an-artist on Tumblr. HAPPY VALENTINES DAY L.B, I WAS YOUR LOFTWING LETTER PERSON, I HOPE YOU HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY AND THAT YOU ENJOY THIS FIC.

Sooo I was wondering what I was going to write for the Zelinktine, and I noticed that this lovely person really likes Linked Universe. The thing is, I'd never written LU Before and my writing jam is Zelink so this was a bit tricky for me.

I combined both, with my fav few Zelinks and somehow it came together. And I actually love this story so much! I hope I got the characterizations of each Link right, I'm not really sure about that ahh.

I had the most difficult time keeping under the word limit, but somehow managed along ahaha.

Anyways I hope you enjoy this!! I'm really proud of it so I hope it's good!

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“Link? Did you hear me? Where’s the fruitcake,” She probed, staring at him intensely in the eyes when he refused to match her gaze.

“You ate it didn’t you?” She frowned, her hands balling tightly into fists.

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You can read it here, or click here to read it on AO3 :)

!! I CHANGED TIME'S NAME TO SHADE, SO PLEASE DON'T GET CONFUSED !!

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“Link? Have you seen that slice of fruitcake that I left on the table? I’ve been looking for it and I can’t find it anywhere,”

Link was sitting at their table, focusing extremely hard on carving out a baby rattle out of wood using the Master Sword. Her question caught him off guard for a moment and his hands stilled their motions for a second. “Yeah… I have. Why?” He replied slowly.

Zelda’s emerald greens lit up, her eyes twinkled along with the gleam that rose upon her face. “Oh good, the little one and I have been craving for it since this morning. She’s been eager to get a taste of it and she sure is letting me know of that,” She laughed as she patted her large stomach. “Now, where is it?”

Whether people would call it hormones, or a woman’s intuition or neither. But when Link didn’t respond, Zelda began feeling uneasy.

“Link? Did you hear me? Where’s the fruitcake,” She probed, staring at him intensely in the eyes when he refused to match her gaze.

He dropped both his sword and the rattle on the table, looking to the side. Guilty. He hadn’t known she was craving for it that badly. Had he had known, he wouldn’t have touched it.

With that look, he didn’t have to say anything.

Something raw flashed across Zelda’s features. “You ate it didn’t you?” She frowned, her hands balling tightly into fists.

Link nodded slowly, still refusing to look her in the eye.

“Link! How could you! You know how much I adore fruitcake, no less now that I’m pregnant with your child. I’ve been needing that all day, only to find out it’s been consumed by someone else!” She slammed her fists onto the table, rising from her seat.

Link was taken aback by her outburst, his eyes snapping up to her as she stood from her chair. This had been happening a lot lately, especially now that she was much later on in her pregnancy. Nevertheless, he still felt guilty.

“I-I’m sorry Zelda, I had no idea, I just saw it on the table and thought nothing of it! I didn’t do it to spite you, I promise!” He tried to explain weakly. The only response he received in return was Zelda walking (More like hobbling) away from the table and going to their room but before Link could even fulfil the urge to follow her, she came back, with something in her hand.

She gave him a glare and hurled it at him, hitting him square in the head. Then turned back to go to their room, shutting the door behind her. The blow was surprisingly soft, and the object bounced off his head and fell to the floor. Looking down, he picked it up, and he suppressed a chuckle. It was the korok plushie that she’d bought for him on their 3rd wedding anniversary.

Link let out a sigh, he knew there was no getting through to her at this moment. He felt extremely guilty for eating her fruitcake and he wanted to make it up to her. He took his wallet, and the Sheikah Slate, announcing loudly that he was going to go for a walk and would come back before dark. He got no response but he was sure she’d heard him.

He took a stroll around Hateno Park, wandering around for a few minutes deciding that it wouldn’t hurt to ask for some advice from people who would know how to handle this kind of thing best.

He pulled out the Sheikah Slate, dialling two of them for a group call. Twilight and Shade. They both answered immediately. Both their faces appeared on the Sheikah Slate from really ‘flattering’ angles.

“To what do we owe our favourite Wildie the pleasure?” Shade greeted, he was lying lazily in bed, doing nothing in particular from what it seemed like.

Twilight was sitting in a hammock, presumably somewhere in Ordon with an orange tabby in his arms. “Heyyyy Wildie, what’s up, how’s the wife and the babe?”

Before answering, Link found a park bench to sit on it. “Yeahh, about that,” He replied, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

Shade’s smile fell, “Oh no. What’d you do? You made her mad didn’t you?” He asked as if he’d seen this kind of thing too many times over.

Link’s shoulders sagged and he nodded. “Yeah,” He said quietly, his heart was heavy just thinking about it. He hated it when she was upset with him. Now that they were apart, it was weighing down on him, even if it was just over fruitcake.

“Ah hell Wild, what’d you do?” Twilight asked, sensing it affected Link quite a bit.

“I ate the last slice of fruitcake,” He answered, his voice strained like he was deliberately trying to make it so they couldn’t hear him.

He heard Twilight hiss empathetically from the other side of the screen. “Yeah, what should I do?” he answered.

“Look Wild, the best person to ask for that is Shade. I made the exact same mistake you did back in the day when Dusk was pregnant too. I was mowing the grass, and I accidentally mowed down her favourite flowers. Violets. She chased down me around the garden with the hose on ‘jet’ mode. I swear she reminded me of when Yeta turned into Blizzeta. Except it was my wife who was 7 months pregnant with twins. I even think I was more scared by her than when I fought Blizzeta. I talked to Shade, he coached me through it and now we’re in our 40s and happy with 2 perfect daughters. You tell ‘im Old Man.”

Link felt oddly comforted by that. He’d met Twilight’s wife before and even he had to admit, she was scary.

“Well Wild, you’ve done one of the worst ones in the book haven’t you? Eating her favourite food while she’s craving it.” Shade tsked him disapprovingly. “I’ll tell you this, get her some flowers, tell her you’re sorry and that you love her, and get her another cake. For a bonus, offer her a back massage too, she’ll forget about all of it afterwards I’m sure,”

Link smiled, feeling more confident with this advice already. “Thanks Shade you’re a lifesaver,”

“Don’t mention it, hope it goes well,” Shade said, hanging up.

“Yeah, g’luck Wildie, hope you come back unscathed,” Link’s ears perked when he heard a growl and a MEOOOW come from Twilight’s screen ”W-what?! Hey, Shadifer, don’t! Come back! Sorry Wild gotta go,”

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Just before the sunset, he entered him and Zelda’s little home once again, with a gigantic bouquet of Silent Princesses in one hand, a box of cake in the other and a floaty balloon that read ‘I’m sorry!’ on it. He placed the cake on the table before approaching the door, he knocked gingerly.

“Zelda?” He called out to her.

“Link? Come in,” She replied, her tone was weirdly cheerful, he’d expected to receive a more hostile response or even none at all.

He let the door creek open and slowly entered, he found Zelda sitting upright against the headboard of their bed, humming happily to herself, and knitting something with pink wool. It was as if she’d forgotten what had just happened.

“Zelda?” He questioned, confused.

“Oh Link, you’re back,” She answered nonchalantly, she seemed happy to see him. Then she noticed the flowers and the balloons, pausing her knitting.

“Are those for me?” She asked, her brows rose curiously with a radiant smile.

Link nodded. “Y-yeah. I’m sorry for eating your fruitcake. I didn’t know you were craving it and I feel really bad,” He walked towards her as he held out the flowers to her and the balloon. She took the flowers gratefully, smelling them and sighing contentedly at the smell.

“Thank you Link, you know how much I love Silent Princesses,” She smiled gleefully, placing the vase next to her on the nightstand. Taking the balloon, she squinted to read what it said. “I’m…. Sorry… Oh Link my sweetheart, you don’t have to apologise, I’m not even upset about that. Come here,” she gestured for him to come closer and they shared a brief kiss.

Link’s eyes widened in surprise, “You’re not mad?”

Zelda shook her head, “No, why would I be?”

“You seemed really mad just then,” He answered, more confused.

“Oh yes. I suppose I did have a bit of an outburst back there didn’t I,” Zelda recalled, looking away. “I’m sorry Link I didn’t mean to lash out at you over a fruitcake. Though, it would have been nice to have, we’re not really craving it that much anymore,” She shrugged, patting her belly.

Link’s smile grew. What a lie, he knew she’d also feel bad for getting upset with him, he wasn’t even upset about that in the least. But she’d deny it so he didn’t feel bad either.

“Oh what a bummer, I just bought an entirely new one, I guess I’ll just have to have it all on my own,” He teased her, already walking backwards slowly, towards the door.

Her eyes lit up and she was on her feet in an instant, despite her large form. “You did?! Oh goddesses Link I love you so much!” She followed Link to the dining table, upon spying the large cake, she gasped, tears almost falling from her eyes,

“How about, some cake now and a back massage later?” He offered.

Zelda was sobbing by now. “Oh Link you really are an angel descended from the sacred realm,”

He chuckled, “Oh no. I’m none of that. Just a man in love,”

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So this is it! I hope you liked it L.B, I loved writing this so much!!

Love Ari <3

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[writingnocturne]

Loftwing Letters 💙

Child Timeline Zelink

Rating: G

Word Count: 1,208

This is my contribution to @zelinkcommunity's Loftwing Letters exchange! Here you are, @zelzenik! I was really tempted to write gen fic, but then I saw you wanted OoT Zelink and I couldn't resist... Happy Valentines Day!

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[zeldaelmo]

@wouldyoustilllovemeifiwasawyrm Happy Valentine's Day! Here's your Loftwing Letter for @zelinkcommunity ! You said you love Kass and Tulin so I wrote a fic with them both. ☺️

Summary: Link and Zelda visit Rito Village and Tulin can't help but pester Kass with questions about the two.

Kass PoV.

Rating: G; Word count: 1.197 words; warnings: none

Like a Starfragment in the Night

It's the play of colors in the sky as the sun sets that coaxes Kass to change his song from a juvenile tune to a more sorrowful one. He settles for an elegy of a sailor, journeying home from an adventure and shipwrecking before he reaches his love.

He plays it nearly every evening when he's here in his home in Rito Village among his loved ones, unlike the poor soul of the sailor. He can't help it, the melancholy is strong during these hours and nobody is safe from it. His girls are long asleep, but Tulin, the oldest of the village kids, roams the platform Kass is performing on. The boy is a self-proclaimed warrior and not much of a musician, but he can't resist the pull of the music either. 

After some time, Tulin leaps onto the railing next to him and clicks his beak together. Ah, he’s come to talk. Kass doesn't mind. 

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[almost-an-artist]

💕°•°Happy Valentines Day!!!°•°★💕

This is for 2024's LoftWing Letters!! (@zelinkcommunity)

My person is @onewingedsparrow, so happy Valentine's Day Sparrow! I hope you enjoy my art- even though I'm not that great.

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[needfantasticstories]

My Light

The sun was high when Sky stepped out of the house he shared with Zelda—his Sun—in the glen near Lanayru. She was cutting wood for the winter; a task he’d promised to help with before the letter came. Crimson waited for him by the gate, preening a curious Indigo. 

“Any word? Is Groose doing okay, or is he still sulking?” Sun set her ax on the tree stump and looked at the basket of vegetables and fruit she’d set aside from his garden for their dinner. Sky was many things, but a good cook was not one of them, no matter all the training Wild had tried to give him. Growing it was another matter, with Sun’s aid. She sighed, as they both realized their dinners would be lonely tonight. 

“He’s missing. Groose hasn’t shown up in any of the settlements. I’m getting worried. He should have been back by now, and the winter floods are coming soon. But I want to check the mines again. I might be out late.”

“Sky, I’m sure he'll be fine. He just needs time to think about how to make it up to Peatrice. He’s probably rage-building a new track out there. But let me send you out with a few supplies for you both before you go. And I’ll keep a candle in the window for you.”

“You’re the best, Sun. I’ll watch for your light.” 

*** 

Hyrule Castle was a monument to the devotion Sky and Sun felt for their people and their future. They had designed it together, based on the many castles, palaces, monuments, and temples they had seen on their adventures. But they’d always known it would outlast them.

Sky ran up the tower steps, anxious to see his Sun, old joints and sore knees be damned. His daughter, Queen Zelda II, ran up the steps behind him, well into her fifties and yet suddenly a child once more, anxious for her mother.

“Father, what if she doesn’t…”

“We don’t know for certain, my Moonpearl." The old King answered. "We can hope, so let's hold on to it. She’s always been stubborn.”

Despite their hurried climb, Sky paused at the door. He paused, and said one last prayer to the goddess he knew could not longer hear him, and stepped inside. Evening sunlight filtered through a stained glass window showing the Triforce framed by a protecting loftwing. Dust motes danced in the beams that shone on the bed, where lay his Sun.

“The healers said you called for us…” He trailed off when he saw her. Only this morning she had been at rest, if a bit fevered. Now her face was nearly as white as her hair. Her breath rattled loud enough to hear from the doorway. Her shaking hands, once calloused and now soft with age, shook as she reached out to her family. 

“My Sun.” Sky ran to her side, ignoring the healers who stood with heads bowed nearby. He left his circlet and red cloak at the foot of the bed. They were always cumbersome. 

She took his hands, their old and worn fingers interweaving. “I know, my Sky. But…” her breath rattled as she tried to breath. “But Zelda... Help her.”

“How? She’s grown. She doesn't’ need—”

“You helped me once, when the changes came. But you…and I… know… this isn’t… the end of our story.” 

“Mother?” Zelda came cautiously to her mother’s side, and she climbed onto the bed to sit beside her. 

Sun seemed to find strength at seeing her daughter, and took Zelda’s strong hand in her aged one. “Darling. It’s time for you to come into your own power now. You are Queen already, but soon you will be something more . Take it slow. We are both somewhat fragile. But this light is yours now. It’s time.”

She kissed her daughter’s hand, who curled beside her mother on the bed as she used to when she was still a child. Her father leaned over Queen Sun, and kneeling at her bedside he kissed her one last time. He’d never hesitated, never been ashamed of his love for her. And nothing had been able to stand between them. Death was their last enemy.

And she had defeated it before they were born.

“I’ll keep a candle in the window for you,” he whispered as her eyes closed.

“And so will I. I’ll watch…for your light too.” She replied, and fell asleep for the last time. 

***

Night was falling quickly. Link sat in the open carriage, small and wide-eyed between his mother and Grandpa Smith. He admired the massive turrets of Hyrule Castle, where they would be living now. Father rode on his warhorse ahead of the carriage, leading them to the ceremony where he would receive his promotion to Captain. It was a matter of pride and celebration for the whole family. 

As they rode past the gates, Link looked up. High in a tower, a lone candle glowed beside a stained glass window, the image there of the Triforce and two golden wings shone bright in the light.  

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