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[lozpositivityproject]

@zeldaelmo is working on another year's advent Zelink story, and I don't know how we all got so lucky ☺️😍

@zeldaelmo !!

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"Hi, I'm ZeldaElmo! I'm known for playful Zelink stories, but I have a knack for gut-punching last lines, too. You'll find stories for nearly all LoZ games on my Ao3!"

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To have a choice "Would you have chosen a different path?" Zelda finds the answer that Link gives rather depressing, but sometimes life deals second chances when you expect it the last.

One Stitch at a Time Zelda is taking over the fabric store from her mother and struggles to balance traditions, new ideas, and financial problems. The last thing she needs in her sewing class is a guy who disagrees with her every word and threatens to ruin her favorite time of the year: Christmas.

The Promise (Rated Explicit) An old promise forces Link into a betrothal with Zelda, the daughter of his father's friend and the center of Castle Town's rumors. At the end of the winter solstice ball, however, he makes his own, rushed promise to her. He soon discovers she might be worth holding it no matter the trouble that seems to follow them like a shadow.

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[stabat-mater]

Fürs ask game!

When you get a new fic idea, what does that look like in your mind? Does it play out like a film? Do you imagine lines of dialogue or a certain moment? Does a character just sit there staring at you?

(stell dir hier das gif von Leo, der dich über die Überwachungskamera in HdS anstarrt, vor. Hab's auf Tumblr nicht gefunden)

Hey und danke dir! 😊

Meistens ist es tatsächlich eine spezifische Szene, ein Dialog, eine Situation, die ich gern schreiben möchte, z.B. ein "stell dir mal vor, in der Kiste wäre kein Geld gewesen, sondern Diddl-Papier", und dann beginnt das Rumhirnen, wie dieses Szenario denn zustande kommen könnte und was es für den weiteren Verlauf bedeuten würde.

Manchmal beginne ich aber auch, im Affekt zu schreiben und mein Herz in Fic-Form auszuschütten, gerade, wenn das irl nicht geht.

[raurusthirdeye]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62565439

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My contribution to @zelinktines Day 3: The Bet! Summary: Zelda and Link make a friendly Valentine's Day wager. Link has to bake (he's never baked before) and Zelda has to cook (she can't cook to save her life) Fluff ensues! For @zeldaelmo for putting up with a month of me DMing her pictures of my attempts at baking her Loftwing Nest Rolls recipe from Flour, Water, Salt, Yeast, Love, and all her patient advice along the way. This fic is inspired by and based on the true story of my struggles. Also for @haste-waste, another fellow baking aficionado and foodie whose recipes are next on the docket to master. And finally, @summonerluna, who’s also shared several recipes and a great many tangential interests with me.

What better thing to do with your friends when you’re snowed-in than stoke the woodstove, read some zelink, cook, bake, and plan next year’s garden? Please consider this a combined Loftwing Letter and Zelinktine to the three of you! 😘 (Because the 1500 word limit wasn't gonna be enough)

I also need to thank the lovely @sparklyhyperbole for letting me Shanghai her into being my beta. She's a wonderful writing coach and source of motivation and morale and just an all-around amazing voice of encouragement (read: She stood behind me with a cattle prod and egged me on 😉😆).

Thank you so much for helping this turn out as well as it did and for making writing so much fun! 🥰

[chimpukampu]

Royal Sunrise for Skyward Sword zelink?

"Wake up, sleepyhead."

[summonerluna]

💧Share something romantic/hot from your WIP, or just something sweet if it's gen.

Most of the romantic moments from the current WIPs are also sad!

This is kind of long but it's cute and kind of romantic and is ALMOST hot. Post botw, pre-relationship.

He is…beautiful. Afternoon sun shining bright on his bare shoulders, his hair down and whipping across his face in the wind. His scars on display, and this time she thinks of them not with guilt, but with pride. He fought to his last breath for her, to be sure, but it was never just for her. He fought, in the same way that she did. For Hyrule. For a future. And he came back and fought again, despite having so few memories of what he was even fighting for. She remembers a time, not long after they finally started to get to know each other. Her first visit to Spring of Courage–to any prayer spring for that matter, once she stopped seeing him as a mockery of her failure, and started to see him as perhaps the only other person in Hyrule who might actually understand the desperation she felt. They left the spring, and she wanted to take advantage of their location to see some of the shrines in Faron; it was so far away from anywhere else she had reason to go, and she figured it may be her only opportunity. Link did not argue–out of duty, or because he didn’t want to risk their tenuous friendship, she wasn’t sure, and a day later they found themselves at Lakeside Stable.  It stormed, while they were there. Not uncommon for that area, but this storm was particularly vicious, and while they were waiting it out a woman ran in, wailing that her child had run across the bridge ahead of her but never made it to the other side.  Link was on his feet immediately, and he looked to her–to her, silently asking permission to go help, and she stood as well. Told him to please, please be careful, and watched him disappear into the booming thunder and violent sheets of rain. The storm raged. The woman, the mother, cried, and the stablehands offered comfort. Zelda knows she paid the owners an extreme sum of money so everyone present could have warm food, tea, and dry blankets, but she couldn’t say how much; all she could do was stand at the edge, rain splashing from the ground onto her boots, eyes never leaving the path her knight–her friend–had taken.  And then–a shadow, moving through the pouring rain. A figure–two figures–emerging. Link, carrying a child no bigger than Prince Sidon, and the boy’s mother tearing past to take her son into her arms. Link, raising his hand to the back of his neck in a gesture Zelda had come to recognize, as the woman pulled him into a fierce hug. And Link, approaching the stable. Hair down and stuck to his face. Mud spattered from his knees to his forehead. She half ran through the rain to greet him, to make sure he was okay, and he gave her that same sheepish smile.  She is pretty sure that’s the moment she started to fall in love with him. He doesn’t look sheepish, now. He looks comfortable. Calm. He is at home here, in the glow of the ocean, and she is more certain than ever, it is not his skill with a blade or speed with a bow that makes him a hero. It’s the awkward boy who would risk his life for a stranger, the same way he would for a princess. He is who the sword cried out for her to save. “I…” she starts to say. She should have kissed him. That day in Faron, everyone in the stable watching be damned. The countless times he held her, while she cried in a spring, or woke from a nightmare. That day in the woods, as they ran from her burning home… He takes another step closer to her and she starts to lean in, just in time for another wave to crash into them, knocking both of them off balance and into the water.

[aurathian]

Give me the shittiest soulmate scenario you can come up with but with a happy ending for zelink, please. 😆

hi zelmo!!!! happy birthday!!!!! i decided to go ahead and write your request (finally...) since its ur special day!!! when u said soulmate scenario i immediately thought of those tiktok povs so i tried to write something silly. I hope you enjoy!

For some reason, allergy-less Zelda found herself sneezing quite a lot during the spring. She knew she didn’t have allergies; when the problem first presented itself when she was a child, her father had her checked by the royal physician right away.

“No allergies.”

“That can’t be true,” her father, the king, argued.

“She may just be a sneezy kid. Children are not all that hygienic, you know. Princess Zelda will grow out of it.”

She remembered something else about sneezes, too, something from a long time ago when she was still a small child. She was sitting on her mother’s lap, rocking back and forth while being read a bedtime story when she had a sudden sneezing fit.

“You know, little bird,” her mother began gently as she closed the book, “I’ve heard a saying that when your soulmate sneezes, you sneeze too.”

“Does that mean it’s my soulmate's fault and not mine?” Zelda managed between achoos!

Her mother said nothing but only chuckled.

Zelda never did grow out of her sneezing, but she persisted anyway. Her determination to study the wildlife of Hyrule, including the flora and fauna that thrived only in the spring and summer seasons, overrode her debilitating sneezing. It was truly a shame that the most tolerable times of the year for her were fall and winter, when everything began to wither and die and her favorite flower, the Silent Princess, went away until the first melt.

On this particular spring day, the sneezing was pretty awful, but she insisted she venture out into the field anyway to study some of the Silent Princesses. She was determined to unlock the secrets of the soil, sunlight, and environment that helped them thrive so well. Every Silent Princess she had ever taken to her study had died within the night. Because of her insistence, her personal knight Link was forced to go with her as well.

“I won’t force you to eat a frog this time, I promise.”

He only smiled uneasily. It wasn’t the frogs he was worried about.

Link had what was possibly the most vicious and violent pollen allergy in all of Hyrule. When spring rolled around, he figured it might as well be over for him. Despite his great amount of outdoor duties, he did his best to stay inside, away from the flowers and the grass and all the budding greens that emitted pollen that could invade his system. Once he sneezed, he wouldn’t stop for a long while. It had gotten him in trouble during training one too many times.

But duty called, and he went out into the spring field with Zelda, that spring field teeming with malicious flowers and fatal pollen and the evil bees that spread it. When the princess told him the goal was to study some Silent Princesses, he would have fainted had he not been a disciplined warrior.

Zelda did notice his relentless sniffling from the back of her own horse, the way his grips on his reins tightened every now and then and his face contorted into something grotesque every few moments.

“Are you okay?”

He nodded. “Fine,” he choked.

She shrugged and onward they went, deeper into Hyrule Field, before stopping at a single Silent Princess Zelda had spotted. Link stayed atop his horse, wary, fighting his inner mechanisms while the princess dismounted and cheerfully knelt near the flower. He admired her in a lot of ways, but mainly her capacity to appear unaffected by the pollen wafting into her nose as she examined the flower.

“Come down here, Link,” she beckoned, voice as light as a feather and full of wonder. “This one’s rare. The colors are switched around–how peculiar.”

“I think I will stay up here,” he said. “Better view.”

She groaned, shot up, and tugged on his sleeve to get him off his horse. He stumbled down and then he was on his knees next to the flower with her, noses nearly pressed to the petals.

ACHOO!

“Ugh, I’m sorry–” But Link was quickly cut off by– ACHOO!

And now she was sneezing too, and back and forth they went, practically taking turns, trading sneezes, until they finally mounted their horses and swiftly rode away from the field. Link felt less bad about sneezing now and let the occasional one out, to which Zelda would respond similarly into her sleeve.

Link wasted no time when they returned to the castle, apologizing profusely and interrupting with another apology anytime Zelda tried to speak. He put the horses in the stable and made sure Zelda had everything she needed before he sprinted away from her, still sneezing, into the barracks.

As she watched him take refuge in one of the castle structures, sneezing and coughing and covering his mouth with his arm, she remembered what her mother said as a small smile graced her face.

[srahviola]

After falling off the map for a while, here's a drawing I did for @zeldaelmo's ZeLink Advent calendar fic! This is for day 15 (tomorrow), It May be Winter Outside (But in my Heart it’s Spring). Y'all should totally check it out when it comes out tomorrow because HOLY SMOKES IT'S ADORABLE 💜💜💜💜

Merry Christmas, y'all! 💜🎄💜🎄💜🎄💜🎄💜🎄