fic masterlist
it's about time i made a masterlist, so here it is!
ONE SHOTS:
your obedient servant:
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
You are born at the edge of time, brought into being by a woman who calls herself Hylia.
OR
The story of Fi, and her unending loyalty to the Masters she's served.
(part one of the aftermath cinematic universe, underrated and one of my favorites. fi rights!)
you got the world on its knees (now make it beg):
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
It is said that the kingdom of Hyrule is cursed, and that its people live in the shadow of the greatest Evil this world has ever known: Queen Zelda and her immortal Swordsman.
OR
To the rest of the world, Hyrule is terrifying.
(evil zelink, no plot just vibes)
as the sun sets on this world:
https://href.li/?https://archiveofourown.org/works/36723541
A dark mass of fur trots up to her, a dead fox in its mouth, and Zelda braces herself for a fight she knows she can’t win.
It’s a giant black wolf with strange white markings on its face and startlingly clear blue eyes. It just stands in front of her, staring, before it drops the dead fox at her feet and sits. Its tongue lolls out of its mouth as it pants, licking the blood from its lips, and stray droplets plink against a metal cuff shackled to its front left foot.
That’s strange, she thinks. Why would a wolf be held captive?
(And is its tail wagging?)
The Master Sword buzzes, rattling in her hands, and the wolf’s eyes light up before it pounces.
OR
After the Calamity strikes and her Hero falls, Zelda, wracked with grief, must return the whispering Master Sword to Korok Forest. She does so with a Good Boy by her side.
this world is cruel (but you are so beautiful)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Mikasa is warm against his side, and when her hand comes up to hold his sleeve Eren’s voice falters just a bit. Her breaths puff against his ear, growing slower and slower the more he talks.
He finishes the chapter about the girl who became friends with a monster, and he glances over to ask Mikasa if she wants to hear another story but stops himself the moment he opens his mouth.
She’s fast asleep, the lower half of her face nestled into her scarf and her twitching fingers wrapped up in his sleeve.
Eren, as close to her face as he is, can’t help but stare. He’s never had a girl this close to him, before, and Mikasa...
Well, like his father had told him in an effort to get him excited to meet her, Mikasa is very pretty.
OR
seven times eren watched mikasa sleep and one time he woke her up.
(my first attack on titan/eremika fic! ending spoilers galore!)
MULTI-CHAPTER:
aftermath:
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
The Calamity is dead, and Link never thought he would actually succeed. He is, somehow, still alive.
So is Zelda.
OR
Link and Zelda won. This is the aftermath.
(part five of the aftermath cinematic universe, complete, my first fic. if you like going in depth about the zelda lore and bending it to fit your desires, this one’s for you)
a memory of younger days:
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
One hundred years ago, there was a Princess, there was a Hero, and there was a great Calamity knocking on Hyrule's doors.
(They weren't supposed to let it in.)
OR
Before
(part four of the aftermath cinematic universe, in progress, fills in some blanks in aftermath and adds to zelink's dynamic within it)
that parting need not last forever (it's dangerous to go alone):
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
"Link."
He groans, turning his head away from the sound of the voice. He's tired, his body is so heavy-
"Link." A cold finger jabs into his cheek. "Open your eyes."
His eyes peel open, and his vision is blurry. There's a yellow and green blob in his face, but the more he blinks the more the world clears, and the more he can make out that the blob is the face of a girl.
(A beautiful girl.)
"Took you long enough," she says, her green eyes staring into his soul. Her golden hair is long, spilling over her back and brushing his hands. "I've been trying to wake you up for what feels like forever."
OR
The Hero wakes up after a hundred year sleep, no memory to his forgotten name, and finds that he's not alone.
(zelink amnesia fic, in progress, a lot of fun)
faded into legend:
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
In a golden age of peace, a man named Link pulls the Master Sword at age twenty-five, marking him as the first Hero with no Evil to fight.
At least, that's how it started.
OR
sometimes, legends are tragedies.
(part two of the aftermath cinematic universe, in progress, ten thousand years ago, fills in the blanks surrounding aftermath's ending)
lightning in a bottle (flashing before my eyes):
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
"'Bosa?" The girl asks, frowning as she sucks on the tube.
"Urbosa," Urbosa repeats, louder, staring hard at the strange object. The air is cold this far up north, and she rubs her hands over her arms as goosebumps break out over her brown skin.
"Ah!" The Hylian laughs, pulling the tube from her tongue, gray smoke spilling from her lips like a dragon's breath. "That makes much more sense! I'm sorry, my hearing has always been bokoblin shit."
Urbosa holds her breath, not liking the scent of the smoke as it drifts into her face. It's the same stuff the guards indulge in back home, but they use pipes instead of whatever...whatever that is. "What's your name?"
The girl's blue eyes sparkle in the moonlight as she looks Urbosa up and down. A small smile plays on her painted lips when she replies, "Faye."
OR
The Gerudo Chief's daughter and the Crown Princess of Hyrule meet at a political banquet, when both are young women unknowingly on the cusp of ascendance.
(According to Hyrule's historians, they were very close friends.)
OR OR
The story of Urbosa, and why she went down swinging.
(part three of the aftermath cinematic universe, in progress, the relationship between urbosa and the queen of hyrule, gives some flavor to the pre-calamity fic)
SERIES:
the aftermath cinematic universe:
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
my zelda fics that lowkey connect and tell one story, but only if you want it to. it's ordered "chronologically" but it doesn't really matter because they can work as standalones unless stated otherwise.
(currently four parts, in progress)
aftermath:
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
the aftermath fic, but broken out chapter by chapter as a series! this was how I first started posting the story before having a multi-chapter version updating alongside it. 52 parts, 51 chapters and one bonus.
(completed)
apparently tumblr has a link limit so here’s additional links 🤪
with every drop of rain singin’:
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Her eyes are as green as Faron’s forests, and they glisten with tears.
“Do…Do you really remember me?” she asks, her voice shaking as she begs, “Please, please say that you do.”
Link stares at her, at this beautiful girl he only remembers in thirteen fragments, and shakes his head. He doesn’t remember that much about himself, but he knows that he’s not a liar. “Not all of you, Princess.”
Something in her face changes, her eyebrows on the verge of furrowing. “Princess?”
Frowning, Link nods. “Princess Zelda. I…I am getting your name right, right?”
Right? He doesn’t remember hearing it that much in his memories but it’s what Rhoam said on the Great Plateau, that his daughter is Princess Zelda and that he had to save her as soon as possible-
“Is it?” she asks. “My…My name is Princess Zelda?”
“What…” he trails off. “What do you mean? You don’t…You don’t know your own name?”
OR
Link finally saves Zelda from Calamity Ganon's clutches, desperate for her to tell him who he is. It turns out she doesn't know him, either.
the goddess’s chosen guardian:
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
The first Impa, back before Hyrule was founded, back when this land was simply called The Surface, was a tall, imposing figure robed in black, tasked by the Goddess Herself to protect whatever mortal, human form She took when they would eventually meet again.
There is exactly one surviving record of her existence, a cracked stone slab where a tall black figure with white hair leads a smaller blonde in pink to a blessed pond surrounded by sacred waterfalls, inside of the secret room in the Elder’s house that only a select few people know about. They do not know who painted such a picture, and they do not know how the slab has survived this long without crumbling into dust.
OR
How Impa was born
a thing that doesn’t change with time:
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
The woman in white visits his shop often.
“What are you looking for today, ma’am?” Amik asks from behind the counter when the bell on the door announces her arrival. “More yarn?”
(She’s been coming to him almost every morning for months, and still he doesn’t know what her name is.)
“Yes, you know me so well,” her voice always has a sort of…ethereal quality to it that he can never actually describe. It’s like…It’s like if honey and sugar had a baby and named it Kindness, or something, it’s-it’s warm in a way that the sun could never be, even during the hottest of summers, and the smile she gives him wraps around his very soul and comforts it with a hug. “How is business lately?”
“You’re still my only customer!” he calls as she disappears into the many shelves that are lined with every item he could find during his daily walks: string, yarn, leaves, rocks and jewels, sticks, arrows-
“You’re selling bugs now?” her voice echoes from the back of his store. “So many beetles!”
“They’re my favorite!” he shouts back.
OR
How Hyrule's greatest salesman got his start.
kiss and cry:
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“It’s just one step,” Link coaxes, holding out his hands, the blades of his skates somehow still on the ice, his body solid and his legs unshakeable, “I have you.”
It’s what he said to her after the Yiga ambush in the desert and she couldn’t breathe through her tears, caught in the idea that she was going to die. He broke every single protocol that was drilled into him by their fathers and curled around her in the sand, holding her in his arms until the knot in her chest loosened and she could tell him to let go.
I have you, he had whispered in her ear, speaking more than a word to her for the first time since the day of his assignment, You’re okay. I have you.
“Just one step,” she echoes, and takes it, stepping out onto the ice and slipping her hands into his.
OR
Before, Link teaches Zelda how to ice skate. After, Zelda returns the favor.
chicken:
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Princess Zelda has fruitcake crumbs on her mouth.
“Straighten your spine,” she instructs.
It doesn’t bother Link, not really, but all he can do is stare at the golden flecks of sugar left on her lips and wonder if it would be rude of him to kiss them clean.
OR
My submission for Day 1 of Zelinktines, "Lips"!
resurrection:
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
When the Master Sword shatters against the skeleton’s skin, Link’s arm burns.
OR
The Master Sword breaks. Link suffers the consequences.
fetch:
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
He keeps bringing her things.
OR
As they say in Hyrule, you can take the Hero out of the Wolf...
i need somebody to remember my name (after all that i can do for them is done:
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Like all things, it starts with light.
Light, as a phenomenon, is something wonderful, something gracious, something warm. It’s something to be looked at and cherished, brilliant and blinding, beautiful in its intensity and burning in its pain.
It’s why, when the Deku Tree is born, but the first sprout blooming from the cracked, ravaged earth of the Surface in the aftermath of a war between the very gods that made it, it does not turn its leaves to soak in the light of the sun that is still covered by ash, but instead the orange glow of firelight from a distant mountain, the only source of warmth in an otherwise cold, frigid world.
Deep beneath the ground, its roots tremble with a weak, Hello.
The mountain leaks liquid fire that bubbles in response, a muffled, Hello.
OR
At the beginning of a new world, two forces of nature meet. As it prospers, they collide. As it ends, they break.
At the beginning of a new world, two forces of nature meet.
OR OR
the deku tree and death mountain are in love okay
cost of living:
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“I’m heading into town to buy food,” he tells her, welcoming the chill of the air, “I won’t be long.”
“All right,” she says, covering the safflina seeds with soil, “Do you need more?”
More? Link looks down at himself, confused. More what?
OR
Link finds extra money in his wallet every month, something he chalks up to him being bad at math. Unbeknownst to him, Zelda thinks he's her landlord.
something borrowed:
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
He is ancient, too, he knows. It’s all anyone says about him anymore. No one he remembers meeting on his initial quest recognizes him except for Impa, Purah, and the Sages. Maybe it’s because his arm is not his arm and all that was ever important about him was that there was a special sword in his hand, because he isn’t following three steps behind the Princess whenever she shows her face in public, because he’s nothing but a legend to the kingdom he died to protect a hundred and some years ago, fading away with the passage of time.
OR
Link's arm is not his arm. Zelda is not his Zelda. He struggles to reconcile when both are returned to normal.
OR OR
A during and post-totk fic where I explore Link's disconnect from Rauru's arm, and his emotional state after learning the truth about the Light Dragon.
