Hi! I'm Lou! I like to read, write, and draw, and hope to become an author someday. I love fishing, kids, Legend of Zelda, webtoons and manga, Cosmere, and Dwight in Shining Armor.
So this is my TP fic that I started literally the same day I finished the game (it's almost been two years which is... insane). So it starts literally RIGHT after the game, as in even before Midna leaves bc going over that time was what I really wanted... and I've written that much already but then my brain really wanted to keep exploring how Link and Zelda verrrrry slowly grow closer. So, who knows when I'm going to finish and start posting it?
Anyhow, here's a snippet from it!
His eyes lingered on the signature. Zelda.
He hadn’t quite expected for her to reach out to him. Somehow, it seemed to him that her reach was relegated to the castle, though that clearly wouldn’t be the case now that she was no longer held prisoner in it.
Link gently traced the edges of the cover. He’d always struggled with reading books, at least for very long. Found it a bit difficult to stop his thoughts from wandering and focus on the words long enough to get far into it. But lately, he was looking for things to distract him from dwelling on…
Midna. He’d admit it, though the thought of her still brought a tear to his eye.
RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous, and tag as many people as you have WIPs. People send an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and you post a snippet or tell them something about it.
Thanks for the tag @miadearden and @spoiledspine!
okay first of all we'll start with uh. the WIPs I'm "supposed" to be working on:
Various things for the triforce event (I have so many files I'm not listing them all individually sorry)
rebel
linkssey
TICTOC
oof the deep telink
notactuallyaguymasheik
night1
stainedtwilight
FMABMM2
boawrite
twilit recollections
oracle lore + ralph
...and then the ones that I'm not supposed to pay attention to but that doesn't stop me most of the time when I feel so inclined:
fishring
ratatouinception
queenofthepirates
coffeshop
disabotw
Just A Little Bit Longer
sternsternstern
A Good Catch
GIVE MY GGIRL MALON SOME HORSES
(it would've been. no matter waht)
MCreversereverse
Mazel
regencyneedsbettername
That One Time It Was Really Foggy And I Awakened An Ancient Calamity
unpyrdaintelink
who's a princess
I... may have a problem. Well, since there's so many, feel free to ask me about 2 or 3, especially if some aren't in the "focused" section. Though fair warning for the "unfocused" ones - I... may not have touched some of them in a hot minute.
Trying to tag... 12 for the 12 WIPs I'm "supposed" to be working on here goes. No pressure but @abbyz-elda @inolabean @amelias-calamity-quintet @doubtfulloser @metro-mtp @summonerluna @katconsumingrevalioli @msssfireish @pelicanpig @aegon-targaryen @nocturne-side-blog @nightcucco (sorry if any of you have already been tagged)
RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous, and tag as many people as you have WIPs. People send an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and you post a snippet or tell them something about it.
Thanks for the tag @miadearden and @spoiledspine!
okay first of all we'll start with uh. the WIPs I'm "supposed" to be working on:
Various things for the triforce event (I have so many files I'm not listing them all individually sorry)
rebel
linkssey
TICTOC
oof the deep telink
notactuallyaguymasheik
night1
stainedtwilight
FMABMM2
boawrite
twilit recollections
oracle lore + ralph
...and then the ones that I'm not supposed to pay attention to but that doesn't stop me most of the time when I feel so inclined:
fishring
ratatouinception
queenofthepirates
coffeshop
disabotw
Just A Little Bit Longer
sternsternstern
A Good Catch
GIVE MY GGIRL MALON SOME HORSES
(it would've been. no matter waht)
MCreversereverse
Mazel
regencyneedsbettername
That One Time It Was Really Foggy And I Awakened An Ancient Calamity
unpyrdaintelink
who's a princess
I... may have a problem. Well, since there's so many, feel free to ask me about 2 or 3, especially if some aren't in the "focused" section. Though fair warning for the "unfocused" ones - I... may not have touched some of them in a hot minute.
Trying to tag... 12 for the 12 WIPs I'm "supposed" to be working on here goes. No pressure but @abbyz-elda @inolabean @amelias-calamity-quintet @doubtfulloser @metro-mtp @summonerluna @katconsumingrevalioli @msssfireish @pelicanpig @aegon-targaryen @nocturne-side-blog @nightcucco (sorry if any of you have already been tagged)
Scherzo: a vigorous, light, or playful composition, typically comprising a movement in a symphony or sonata.
For Zelink Week. Prompt: Home at Last
[Spirit Tracks, post-canon, AO3 Link]
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“Look, Link, I can see the castle from here!” Zelda shouted above the roar of the train engine and wheels grinding against the metal tracks. She leaned out of the cab as far as she dared, mindful of her very physical and very mortal body.
But it just felt so good to let the wind catch her hair and sting her eyes, to cough from the burning coals, to help Link with the engine until her hands were dirty and her limbs burned. All were proof of her body and the heart that beat within it.
The castle—her home—drew closer. Link expertly navigated the train into Castle Town station. The train expelled a last jet of steam, wheels squeaking. Zelda relished the jolt through her body as the train came to a stop. She leapt out of the cab with a whoop of joy.
Link chuckled as he joined her on the station platform. Zelda grabbed his hand and pulled him into town.
“It’s wonderful to be home!” Zelda said, heedless of any of the townsfolk or guards seeing her out of the castle. She dunked her free hand into the fountain and splashed Link. He gasped and giggled, then splashed her back. Zelda marveled at the refreshing prickles of water droplets on her skin.
Zelda had only ever explored Castle Town as a spirit at Link’s side, but now every sight was a fresh experience. She smiled and waved at the people staring at her, all shyness overpowered by sheer excitement that people could actually see her. She stopped herself from trying to pet the cuccos’ feathers and ran her hands over the wooden fence instead. Even the cuccos smelled stronger than she remembered, or maybe she could appreciate all the sensations of living better.
“Hey, Link!” Zelda said, near bursting with a sudden idea. “Will you teach me the Song of Birds? When we go back to Papuchia Village, I want to try flying with the birds! I bet it would be a lot of fun to fly around in a physical body this time.”
“Didn’t you just get home?” Link teased, but he couldn’t hide the broad smile on his face. “But that does sound like a great idea!”
A familiar shout of surprise sounded over the plaza. “Oh! Princess Zelda! You’re back home!”
“Teacher!” Zelda cried. She ran and threw her arms around him so tightly he gave an oof of surprise. She loved how delightfully solid people felt when she hugged them.
Teacher huffed for a moment before patting Zelda on the back of her head. “My dear, I am so relieved that you are home safe and sound. I was so worried, I searched all of Ferrovia for you!”
Zelda winced as she let go of Teacher. “Right, you did. I’m so sorry for that, but with Link’s help, everything’s ok now!”
“The train engineer boy who said you were a spirit?” Teacher eyed Link with raised brows, but his worn face softened. “Well, no matter, you seem quite alive to me. Now, you simply must tell me where you’ve been!”
Zelda and Link shared a glance. “That’s . . . a very long story.”
[a/n: Ferrovia, the name for the kingdom, is from @/casa-delle-galline]
In all its sleek, shining newness, the temple holds an unsettling echo. Each footstep within lands with a clatter; every whisper is transformed into a roar. Not since his days of delving through dungeons has Link been so conscious of the sound he is making. The beat of his heart fills his ears, and he finds himself reminded of the Hyrule Castle of old—the echoes that pealed from its frozen antiquity.
It felt wrong, back then—to leave Tetra in the basement of that place. It feels wrong to leave her here, now.
Link, Tetra, and a promise kept.
For @zelinkcommunity’s Zelink Week 2026—Day Seven: Home at Last
Kurt Vonnegut wrote: “When I was 15, I spent a month working on an archeological dig. I was talking to one of the archeologists one day during our lunch break and he asked those kinds of “getting to know you” questions you ask young people: Do you play sports? What’s your favorite subject? And I told him, no I don’t play any sports. I do theater, I’m in choir, I play the violin and piano, I used to take art classes.
And he went WOW. That’s amazing! And I said, “Oh no, but I’m not any good at ANY of them.”
And he said something then that I will never forget and which absolutely blew my mind because no one had ever said anything like it to me before: “I don’t think being good at things is the point of doing them. I think you’ve got all these wonderful experiences with different skills, and that all teaches you things and makes you an interesting person, no matter how well you do them.”
And that honestly changed my life. Because I went from a failure, someone who hadn’t been talented enough at anything to excel, to someone who did things because I enjoyed them. I had been raised in such an achievement-oriented environment, so inundated with the myth of Talent, that I thought it was only worth doing things if you could “Win” at them.