#michpatfics

[michpat6]

Zelda sleeps, and Link listens.

He isn’t sure when it started again, his insomnia, just that ever since they returned home he hasn’t been able to close his eyes without seeing her falling into darkness with nothing but jagged rocks at her back.

He needs to know she’s here. He needs to know it’s over. He needs-

“Link,” she murmurs, sliding her arm across his waist, “You’re thinking too loud.”

“Sorry,” he whispers, splaying his fingers across the center of her spine and feeling her breathe, feeling her exist beside him instead of in the stars, mindlessly circling through the sky. “We’re okay, right?”

She squeezes his right hand, intertwines their fingers, and kisses his cheek. “We’re okay. Close your eyes.”

Open your-

She leans up and kisses his lips. “Close your eyes.”

He closes his eyes. Her fingers twitch against his as she drifts back into sleep.

He counts her breaths against his palm, feels the warmth of her skin, and all he sees is her smile as she cries, I’m home!

Link sleeps.

[michpat6]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

“What name should I put on the cup?” He doesn’t have to ask it, she’s the only customer, but he just wants to know her name. He wants to know why she braved the cold at midnight just to come here and order a hot chocolate.

“My name’s Zelda.”

Zelda, Link repeats, mouthing it to himself. He nods, says aloud, “Nice to meet you, Zelda.”

Her eyes dip to his name tag, hanging crooked on his apron, and her smile widens. “You too, Link.”

OR

Link owns a coffee shop that's open twenty four hours. Zelda is the first insomniac to take advantage of it.

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a skyward sword zelink modern coffee shop au oneshot for the holiday season!

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/54935257/chapters/170422654

“How many times a day do you pray?” Link asks.

“Three times,” Zelda huffs, a bit annoyed at getting interrupted because it means she has to start all over. “After I wake up, then at midday, and before I go to sleep.”

She waits a beat, in case Link says anything else, and when she doesn’t, she settles back into the prayer. O Goddess, I come before you as a humble-

“And you wear that dress each time?”

Link says that dress the way Impa says Yiga Clan. Zelda can hear the wrinkle in her nose.

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chapter three of lesbian zelink has been posted for pride month!

[michpat6]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

"Your Link," Mineru states, dragging a nail along the hasty sketch of the Master Sword in the construct warrior's hand. "You want to build us a Hero?"

"This time period doesn't seem to have one," Zelda explains, "and the Master Sword is the only thing that could harm Ganondorf in my time, when he was empowered by the secret stone he stole. The Master Sword predates this kingdom, predates life as we all know it, and it slumbers nearby, waiting for a wielder. I'm going to make it a worthy hand."

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Hyrule needs a miracle to turn the tide of the Imprisoning War. Zelda, having accepted her fate of never returning home, makes one.

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I wrote 8.5k out of the five seconds we got out of the most recent trailer. Yes I’m fine how are you?

[michpat6]

like I loved you yesterday

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64266814/chapters/164959282

The song fades, and there’s applause as he releases Mipha back to her attendants. He bows as he lets her go, his lips brushing over the back of her knuckles to honor the custom, and as another song begins the room turns to Zelda, who has the privilege of his final dance.

Link’s eyes are on her. There’s nothing in his face, no remorse in his gaze, only the blank acceptance he wore when she told him they were through. The sword that sliced them apart taunts her, its hilt twinkling behind his twitching ear as it no doubts whispers to him in a voice she will never hear. He holds out his hand.

Zelda swallows, feels Impa’s sympathetic eyes on her cheek, and crosses the room to take it.

“Hero of Hyrule,” she greets stiffly, looking him in the eye.

“Princess.” His eyes linger on her mouth before they flick up to meet hers. He lifts her hand in the air and places his other on her waist. His touch burns through his white leather gloves and all seven layers of her clothing. “How are you faring tonight?”

OR

The claiming of the Master Sword rips them apart. A month later, Link is assigned Zelda's appointed knight.

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pre-calamity zelink, but they're exes

[michpat6]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

“What if we made the portrait ourselves?” Zelda lowers her head and kisses below his jaw, smiling at how his pulse quickens under her lips. “It can be our way of making it real.”

“You’re forgetting, dear,” he tilts his head to give her more access, practically purring under her touch as she kisses her way down to his collar, “Neither of us know how to paint.”

“We can take our time,” she whispers, kissing back up his neck before turning his head so she can lick into his mouth, “We’re not King and Queen until it’s hanging in the Great Hall.”

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Two years after the Upheaval, Zelda and Link are finally ready to take on their promised roles as Queen and King Consort of Hyrule.

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I have a gift for @between-star! Link and Zelda learn to paint together 🥺🥺

[michpat6]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

When the dust settles and the portal closes, all that remains of Link is his cloak and the arrows scattered on the floor.

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Link is gone. Zelda figures out a plan.

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IM INSANE ABOUT PLAYABLE ZELDA HERE'S 800 WORDS ABOUT THE NEW GAME

[michpat6]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

“Halt!” he runs after the boy and stops him in his tracks, grabbing his shoulder to spin him around for questioning. “What business do you have trespassing on castle grounds?”

“I need to talk to Princess Zelda,” The boy’s voice is high and squeaky, which means he can’t be older than eleven, the same age as the princess herself. His tunic looks more like a dress, long and dipping past his knees like he stole it from an older brother, and his boots are a touch too large if the way he knocks the toes of them against the dirt mean anything. The triangular hat on his head certainly is strange, is this boy a member of the traveling circus performing in Castle Town’s square? “It’s a matter of the utmost importance.”

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Oskar is a lowly knight stuck patrolling Hyrule Castle's hedges. Chance encounters with Princess Zelda and her future husband changes that.

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Link and Zelda, through the eyes of a casual observer.

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happy holidays everyone! I come bearing some silly oot zelink