It's my first one, I'm super happy about it and I had to draw it!! It's also the first Catalan fic of the fandom! Here are the links if you wanna read it😄:
📖 English, Spanish and Catalan 📖
Blood version of the art under the cut, but don't worry it's not heavy ⬇️
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Finished my first longfic!!! I did it, yaaaayyyy!!!!🥳🥳🥳
The goal was 20k, and here it is, 22,6k!! I’m super happy and excited, I hope you like it!!!😄
Also, versions in Spanish and Catalan updating soon!
Summary under the cut hehe ^^
In search of a new danger that threatened to assault Time’s Hyrule, the chain walked into the deep Lost Woods, guided by their leader who opened the path through the darkness. What they didn’t expect, though, is that the danger might sometimes be closer than they think. It might be in the nearest tree, in the flower that stands alone at their feet, in the blade of grass that looks slightly suspicious.
Who knows, it could even maybe —just maybe— be in the shape of their own footsteps. In the wind that lightly hits their faces. In the darkness of their own shadows.
They don’t know if it's standing right next to them. Or watching them in their sleep. Or talking to them using words that feel somehow in the wrong voice.
It’s hard to believe that it could even be staring directly at their eyes with the gaze that used to be blue.
I'm really excited about it, it's supposed to reach 20k! I've never written anything so long :0
I hope you like it! Here are the links! ^^
📖 English, Spanish and Catalan 📖
Thank you @thatlittlebird for beta reading!!🩷🩷🩷
Summary under the cut~
In search of a new danger that threatened to assault Time’s Hyrule, the chain walked into the deep Lost Woods, guided by their leader who opened the path through the darkness. What they didn’t expect, though, is that the danger might sometimes be closer than they think. It might be in the nearest tree, in the flower that stands alone at their feet, in the blade of grass that looks slightly suspicious.
Who knows, it could even maybe —just maybe— be in the shape of their own footsteps. In the wind that lightly hits their faces. In the darkness of their own shadows.
They don’t know if it's standing right next to them. Or watching them in their sleep. Or talking to them using words that feel somehow in the wrong voice.
It’s hard to believe that it could even be staring directly at their eyes with the gaze that used to be blue.
My second fic!!! AaaAaAaAAaAa I'm so nervousssss😬😬😬
This is a Yiga clan one, I always wanted to write one. I hope it's decently written :v the Spanish and Catalan versions will come soon😅
Here's the summary:
What did they think? That he couldn't manage this situation by himself? In his own Hyrule!? HA! No one knew the Yiga better than he did; he found them literally everywhere and had been dealing with them for who knows how long.
He could do this. He perfectly could, and he was going to prove it.