May 5
"You... do know what happens at the end, right?"
"You have to jump!"
"You... do know what happens at the end, right?"
"You have to jump!"
New Zelink Zine!!
SUPERRR excited to announce that the discord server Hateno Hideout has made a server zine! This Zine is filled with absolutely wonderful Zelink content from so many talented creators and we’re so happy to share it with the world! A special thanks to mods @aeghina for piecing the Zine together, @nocturnalfandomartist for the amazing cover art, and @citrinediamondeyes for all the help organizing and modding! If you’re interested, please go check out everyone’s individual pieces, as they’ll be coming out soon!
HHZine - Journey Home.pdf
Lovers 💕
for the request: Silencing the other with a kiss. (One of my favorites. 😁)
prefacing this by i know nothing about Skyward Sword I just thought it would be a cute idea. no idea what he does with the statue in game, if anything at all
Gifts
“What is this for?” Zelda asked curiously, eying the wrapped package like it were some sort of bomb in disguise. “Or should I say, what did you do?”
“I can’t just give you a gift for no reason?” Link replied, crossing his arms and giving her a playful glare.
“Not usually,” she said with a shrug, sliding her fingers in the slit of the wrappings to tear away at the paper. The more she removed, the more nervous he became. What if she didn’t like it? What if it wasn’t good enough, or the color wasn’t exactly right? That specific shade of blue was pretty hard to get. Was it too late to take it back?
Of course it was. She’d already opened the loftwing carving and was staring at it with an expression he couldn’t read.
“I’m sorry if it’s not exact,” he began to ramble. “It was a little tricky to get the color right. And it’s a bit rushed, but I wanted to get it to you today. It’s not a birthday gift if it’s not your birthday. I can always do some touch ups if you want, or—“
Everything else was muffled by her lips. It was an effective way of shutting him up, he had to admit, and he’d never get tired of kissing her.
“It’s perfect,” she said when they parted, a smile on her pretty face. “Thank you, Link.”
“Happy birthday, sunshine.”
WIP Wednesday
oops, i haven’t done this in a while but here u go
here’s a snippet of a WIP i sort of abandoned but will pick i up again
Link is his name, or maybe that’s always been his name. It doesn’t matter—not in the grand scheme of things. His dearest friend is a classmate, a girl that encompasses everything good and warm and sweet. She is determined, hard working, strong willed, gentle, kind, and beautiful in every meaning of the word. She holds her ground, she defends him, she makes him happy.
She sleeps at a reasonable time. He’s awake until insomniatic hours, carefully carving and painting a statue of her majestic Loftwing. She fusses at him, but it’s worth it to see her and talk to her and be around her. It’s affectionate when he calls her my Zelda, something playful but understanding all the same, and he knows in his heart, without a shadow of a doubt, that he will one day tell her he loves her.
And then she’s gone, ripped from his hands before he can even work up the courage. He all but throws himself off of Skyloft after her, claws at the air—he’ll never let go of the fact that she slipped right through his fingers.