#vow link

[shalottpress]

Silence by @airplanned

Silence by @airplanned is a lovely introspective fic where Zelda and Link have both been banished to the temple of time and begin an awkward friendship there under a vow of silence. I really loved the the worldbuilding around the religion and the description of daily life of the abbey. It is gentle and beautiful and I could rant about Zelda and Link's relationship in this story for ages. I'm so thrilled I have a copy for my physical collection now.

The beautiful art on the cover is done by @aquaticpal and perfectly illustrates the moonlight kiss from chapter two. Thank you so much for once again for giving me permission to use your art for this one-off personal edition!

My maths was slightly off as can clearly be seen on the cover, the border decorations do not go far enough over, which is annoying but not annoying enough for me to redo the whole cover. I am a recovering perfectionist and trying to practice the belief that done is better than perfect. I normally prefer more colours on my printed covers but this really suited the tone of the story.

Casing is never my friend and I will learn to live with it. I think I am actively getting worse at this point but that will not stop me making books!

Huge thanks to @airplanned for giving me permission to bind this fic and to edit my copy to be an edition that uses UK spelling!

More pictures and a video below the cut.

[felassan]

Dragon Age: Vows & Vengeance writer Jeremy Novick: "The fanart for Dragon Age: Vows & Vengeance, and it's pretty awesome. First time seeing scenes I wrote brought to life by talented artists like this, and it is so cool." [source and link to the arts] (v&v ep1 spoiler warning for link)

[buckingham-ashtray]

BBC Sherlock || Futile Devices

I seal my lips with a kiss to my hand which has briefly held yours against those words lodged between my lungs running through my veins and drowning me in the onslaught as they pour out from every atom of my being to engulfe you with the prospect of pulling you under.

Disclaimer & credits below the cut

Disclaimer: All rights to footage, audio, and other materials belong to their respective owners. This video is created for entertainment purposes only.

All visual and audio effects in this video are my own original editing.

Clips: BBC Sherlock, S3E2&3: The Sign of Three, His Last Vow.

Music: Futile Devices by Sufjan Stevens.

[thornescratch]

STOP WHAT YOU'RE DOING, IMPORTANT NEW NICKLAS BACKSTROM INFORMATION HAS DROPPED:

(Along with all the other updates on current Capitals' goal songs)

[kamwritesonvicodin]

guess who didn’t even let the vote expire before spiraling into planning a full 10-episode Hilson slow burn with terminal illness, bad beach drinks, and emotional repression in a motel bed...

it’s me. hi. i’ve cooked this up in one evening because i’m an internet ratling with a cocktail shaker full of grief

🧃🍹 “Last Call: A Summer Menu for the Terminally In Love” a house md fic. 10 chapters. 1 fake death. 3 months to live. too many things they never say.

🏖️ road trip 🩺 end-of-life vibes ��� repressed besties-to-lovers 🍸 each chapter is a drink special at a doomed tiki bar

the prologue/teaser menu is live on AO3 now:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65863642/chapters/169659091

[luxurysystems]

The way he has to (sweatily and with labored breath) remind everyone he’s the Florida champ bc Dory Funk Jr stole the belt from him. 💦

[ol-blue]

nk

[torchickentacos]

update: still in burnout/seasonal affective hell (and now i'm snowed in ✌️) BUT I have found out that I can watch various episodes of River Monsters, Mythbusters, and Kitchen Nightmares for free, completely legally (not sarcasm). so that's nice

[the-awakened-insomnis]

The Royal Zora Family That could fit in the picture

Wanted to do proper(?) height between them all. Mipha is 8ft, Layria is 6ft, and Link is a crippling 5'4ft, truly a short king.

Mipha & Link have had an unspoken intense relationship. But speaking it out would make it real, it was a risk. Both are very private people; their actions spoke in a way only they could understand. Secrets that only the wild could bear witness, songs only they could sing.

The approaching Calamity hung over Hyrule and its Champions like a heavy sick veil. The fear of losing everything made every waking day feel a march to their deaths.

Mipha had rushed to Links aid, together they fought in sync. Complimenting each other with grace and courage, it's the middle of the night by the time Mipha, Link and the wounded soldiers return to Zoras Domain. She asks him to come with her, wishing to speak with him, she's hiding something from him and Link is left confused.

They reach the biggest waterfall, it's nightfall and Farores winds gently pass by. The sky is glittered with stars and a full moon, this is perfect there is no way Mipha could mess this up. She steals herself, takes a breath, and utters a silent prayer for a piece of courage.

"Link, we've...we've known each other for the better part of lives. And every day I wake, I thank the spirits for all the time I spend with."

"While I was inside Vah Ruta, I had truly believed I would not survive." She pauses, taking a shaky breath before she continues. "But after the Calamity, I realized that I could not die with the weight that sits in my heart, my heart that you, and you alone hold Link."

She walks to him, revealing what she had been hiding from him. Her head is down looking at the armor she crafted. The hylian gasps, his eyes widening, ears perking upward, he knows what this is. His childhood was spent in Lanayru among the Zora, their customs are his own, but the shock still hits like an arrow.

"You know what this is, what I intend with this, but before you answer-"

"Yes."

There's a pause, Mipha lifts her head up to see an expression she'd never thought would be on Links' face. She lacks visible ears, but she knows what she heard. Yet she still can't believe it.

"...What?"

"I do." he says this with every ounce of confidence in his body. His words leaving no room for argument.

He walks forward, closing the small gap between them and gently cups her face, her scales smooth and beautiful under moons light. He strokes he thumbs across her cheeks. He smiles at her with such softness that she's only seen in their most passionate moments hidden away from the world.

"Do you think I would say no?" he asks with a hint of humor.

Miphas' cheeks burn and she knows Link can see and feel it. She huffs out her gills in disbelief.

"Will you at least grant me the right to ask you Link?" Golden meets bright blue, gods she could swim in his eyes for the rest of her days.

"Only if I get to brag that you asked me, especially to Revali." his smile grows wide at the idea of it all, he briefly lets his imagination run wild.

Mipha puffs out her cheeks, then deflates. She takes a knee and presents the armor as intended, as her mother did for her father.

"Link La-ref Ragnar, first of your name and first born of your family. My friend, my fellow Champion, my dearest and only love, will you grant me the honor of your hand, your heart, your soul, your spirit, and the right to call mine in the eyes of our people, our gods, in this life and in death? Where the only thing who could take you from me is your own two feet."

Link smiles, bright and contagious with tears ready to fall. He bends to Miphas' level, placing his hands atop the armor she made for him.

"Mipha De Bon, first of your name, first-born of your family and heiress to Lanayrus' throne and the Zora crown. I grant onto you, the right to call me yours in the eyes of our people and our gods in this life and in death. So long as you grant me the right to do the same, where the only being who could take you from me is your own two feet."

The tears finally fall and they embrace. Mipha, now overflooded with joy, picks Link up and spins him around, their joy and laughter aloud for all to hear. She stops eventually, the two look at each other, by the years end they will Husband and Wife. By the years end they will truly be each others' in the eyes of those who matter to them.

Link is eager to try on the armor and Mipha helps him into it. By the golden three he looks perfect in it, the blue she picked compliments his natural colors. Amidst her own thoughts, she pulled out of them by an assault of kisses by Link, he covers every surface of her face.

He stops only to breathe, his arms hooked around her neck whilst hers find their place around his waist. She pulls him close, foreheads touching, slowly leading him into a silent sway as she hums, he joins her.

They will share the joy at a later date, but for now, it is theirs to savor. This is their song to sing, with the symphony of the wilds dancing around them.

...

This is the story they tell their daughter the most. The story that ends with their song that carries her to sleep in her pool, only now it is joined by their creation.

Their Rantipole Princess, their little Layria. She will grow as all children do. But she will always be their song no matter how old she grows. The winds will carry it no matter how far she goes...

[totally-correct-shenanigans]

Link: Relax, Sidon, I live for this kind of stuff.

Sidon: That's what worries me.

[abbyz-elda]

Vows of a Hero is complete!!

My Linktober fic is finally finished! This fic was so much fun to write, and I loved every second of it. Since I started writing fanfiction, I really wanted to do a pre-Calamity arranged marriage AU and this was the perfect opportunity!

[orchideous-nox]

a vow out to the dark (marauders pirate au) - chapter 1

A year after it started, we are here with the third and final fic in my Marauders Pirate series. You spoke and I listened so here were are, the ending you all deserve.

If you are new here, please do not start with this fic, you will be incredibly confused so here is a link to the series on ao3. I recommend reading them in the upload order (wolfstar, rosekiller, then this one) on the series page for maximum angst and understanding.

[kamwritesonvicodin]

🩺🥀 Hilson Nation Rise: The Fic Has Landed on AO3 🥀🩺

For everyone who’s been reading "Vicodin and Vows" over on Wattpad (bless you for surviving the angst AND the Bubbe jokes), I’m thrilled/terrified/feral to announce that as of today — Season One is officially up on AO3! 🎉

✨ AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/65794441/chapters/169456228

👨‍⚕️ Title: Vicodin and Vows (Season 1) 📅 Published: 2025-05-22 📚 Chapters: 39/39 💬 Words: 127k+ 🩵 Pairing: House/Wilson (Hilson, obviously) ⚠️ Tags include: aging queers in love, grief and healing, Bubbe knows too much, emotional whump, and canon-divergent queer parenthood chaos.

This fic is:

Queer

Jewish

Domestic

Devastating

Inappropriately funny

And deeply, painfully soft in all the places House and Wilson never thought they could be soft.

If you like: found family, slow burn that crashes into full-blown devotion, middle-aged softness, and House being an emotional menace in CVS aisles—this one’s for you.

AO3 fam, welcome to the brunch table. Just watch out for syrup in your hair.

[sibillascribbles08]

Jasonnie week Day 4 - Past/Future

Lil fic for this one! And just a quick cw it opens with a nightmare with Kendra being Shitty™

It was a common occurrence, or a typical Friday night he supposed. Kendra talked about plans for the weekend while picking up whatever she wanted off his desk. Her nails picked apart a model he hadn’t glued together yet. She gave out a horribly fake, “oops,” as she dropped the tiniest piece onto the carpet. She’d knock whatever drink he had toward his keyboard—he started making sure they were all capped bottles now. She’d close a project without saving it. She’d take whatever pen he might be flipping between his fingers and chuck it in the trash.

And she just kept talking, as if her word were law. Whatever she says goes. 

Jason typically didn’t retaliate. He just sat there and listened, waiting and praying for her to get bored and leave. Let him get back to work. 

“You know, that is a silver lining, isn’t it?�� She asked, putting the remains of his figure back on the desk.

He tried not to glare. “What?”

“Well, since Travis broke up with you, now you’re free this weekend.” She grinned at him. 

That made rage snap in his chest, because that was all her fault. He didn’t even know how he knew that, but he did. She must have started a rumor, or lied to him, or pulled some other stunt to convince Travis that Jase was talking shit behind his back. It wasn’t even true. 

In a very untypical fashion, Jason lashed out.

He swung a punch as he stood, aimed right for her. But it didn’t hit. Kendra just wasn’t there anymore. He blinked and glanced around. Why was his room suddenly darker? Why were there so many shelves? And boxes? 

His breathing came to a halt when he recognized it. He tried to sprint for the door.

And there Kendra stood, lit from behind as she glared at him. 

“I wish those aliens had killed you.” She spat before slamming the door shut.

Jason crashed into it, desperately trying to undo the lock only to fail. Then something clawed at it, followed by a sharp bark. Jason stumbled back and hit the floor, barely able to breathe. His stomach clenched and twisted. His throat felt impossibly dry. He gasped for air but it felt more like he was swallowing it.

���Jase?”

Whose voice was that? He could barely hear it through the violent barks and growls as the claws started to rip into the door.

“Jase!”

Something grabbed his shoulders and the darkness vanished. No, not completely vanished. The room he found himself in was still dark but not in the same way. The faintest of blue outlines lined the walls and the doors. 

Jason reached up to touch the hand on his shoulder. Donnie’s hand. In an instant his fingers curled around the turtle’s calloused palms, letting the sensation ground him. 

He was here. In their room. In their apartment. On the top floor of the building that Donnie renovated for all kinds of mutants to live in. 

He breathed in through his nose and out of his mouth as he forced his heart to slow down. 

“Nightmare?” Donnie’s breath brushed against his hair. 

Jason nodded, squeezing his hand tighter.

“The usual?”

“Nah,” he sighed. “Kendra was there, actually.” 

Donnie moved his hand so his arm wrapped around Jase, tugging him close. 

Jason let himself curl up against his fiancé. Even if the turtle’s plastron wasn’t the softest thing, it felt sturdy and safe. 

“Feeling sick?” Donnie rubbed his back.

“Nah, I’m alright. Dream didn’t get far enough for that.” Thanks to being woken up. But rather than verbalize that he tilted his head to plant a brief kiss on Donnie’s shoulder. 

“Feels strange.” He kept going, though he spoke quietly in case Donnie dozed off. “Dream felt so real for a while there. Like just another day during high school. Then I wake up here.” 

Donnie only hummed in response, confirmation that he was listening. 

“If you went back in time and told my high school self that I’d end up with pretty much anything I have now, I don’t think he’d believe you.” 

His fiancé huffed out a laugh. “I’m not sure I would either. I mean. Imagine if my future self said ‘oh yeah by the way you’re going to fall madly in love with the guy from the Purple Dragons.’” 

Jason lightly jabbed Donnie in the hip in response to that. “Sure, but that’s not exactly what I mean.” 

“Elaborate.”

“Well it’s like… being free from Kendra. Being in a steady relationship at all. Being away from my mom and fixing things with my dad. Heck, now I have an additional two parents? I’m a co-owner of a major tech company?” He curled up even tighter against his fiancé’s chest. “Just… being surrounded by people who love me in general. Sometimes it’s hard to believe this happened to me.” 

He briefly considered what his father told him not long after that invasion. That he didn’t have to be successful or famous or rich or any of that. That if he just reached a point where he felt happy to be alive, that’d be enough. 

And he was. He was so glad he survived that invasion. Because doing so helped him survive a lot more than that. 

Donnie kissed his head, then his forehead, one hand moving to brush against the side of his face. 

But then the turtle must have found the stubble on his cheeks because suddenly Donnie pressed his palm down against the skin and rubbed it way too hard.

“Donnie.” Jason shoved his fiancé away, or the best he could manage at least. “Do not. We’re supposed to be sleeping.” He rolled over to look at the digital clock that sat on the nightstand. He had to squint without his glasses, but he could still make out the date and time. Not even half past 3 AM? He was about to groan but then his eyes fixed on the date. Something in his brain kept clicking together before it finally snapped into place.

“Oh my god.” He mumbled, hands still pressed against Donnie’s shoulder. “It's our wedding day.” 

Donnie took his hand. “Yup.” 

Jason turned to look at his fiancé. Difficult to do in the low light, but his silhouette was visible from the light coming in the window. “We’re getting married.”

“Yeah.” Donnie wrapped his arms around him again, holding him close. 

It’s not like Jason didn’t know about this. They’d been planning it for months. The venues, the decorations, their clothes, every aspect of it. He knew it before they went to bed, a giddiness sitting in his chest that wouldn’t leave. And there it was again and he wondered if he’d ever get back to sleep. 

He was getting married. To Donatello. This massive, genius turtle who one day out of the blue extended a peaceful hand and Jason decided to take it.

And now they were here. 

He had no idea what was going through Donnie’s head in the silence, but the turtle squeezed him tighter. “I love you.” 

Jason couldn’t really return the gesture, being practically trapped, but he at least reached up to squeeze Donnie’s arm in response. “I love you too.” 

And then he drifted back to sleep.

[damn-daemon]

Hello! My name is Sylvia and I read your story "A Vow Without Honor". I really enjoyed the story and I want to ask when you will update?

Hi Sylvia! Thank you for reading and taking the time to reach out!

I'm currently writing the next chapter, so hopefully it will be out in the next week or two.

[victorluvsalice]

Valicer Not-Incorrect Quotes, Valentine's Day Edition

Alice: [seeing a Valentine's Day display in a store a couple of days after New Year's] Ugh, really?

Victor: [looking over] Oh -- uh, that is a bit soon, isn't it?

Smiler: [also looking over] Hey, it's not as bad as it could be -- Valentine's is only a month away! It's not like they're promoting St. Patrick's, or Easter.

Alice: True, but still -- you'd think they'd give us some sort of a break between holidays. [rolling her eyes] Of course, Valentine's Day is just an excuse to sell people terrible chocolate and useless tat anyway. Do we really need a whole holiday that says "oh, if you don't bury your partner in flowers or drag them out for an expensive dinner, you don't really love them and you should--"

Alice: [stops as she notes Smiler and Victor both looking very awkward]

Alice: ...you two like Valentine's Day, don't you?

Victor: [weak smile] I -- uh -- well -- i-it's nice to have an excuse to make a bit of a fuss over you two?

Smiler: I have an ugly sweater and everything.

Alice: ...you know, I really should have guessed.

--

Smiler: [dressed in a black sweater covered in bands of yellow and purple hearts, presenting a pink-wrapped box to Victor with a big grin] Happy Valentine's Day, Victor! I come bearing gift!

Victor: [dressed more soberly in a blue sweater, smiling and offering Smiler a yellow-wrapped box in return] Happy Valentine's Day, Smiler. Here's your present.

Smiler: Thanks! [takes their box and nods to the one they gave Victor] Go on, open it! It's a weird little novelty item, but I'm sure you'll like it!

Victor: [chuckling at their enthusiasm] All right, all right. [opens the box and blinks] What -- is this --

Smiler: A phone shaped like a piano? Yup! Found it online -- I know nobody uses landlines anymore, but I figured you could put it on your desk, maybe use it as a paperweight.

Victor: [grinning, pressing the keys] Oh, this is fun -- thank you so much! [a little shyly as he nods at Smiler's present] I-I hope you like yours -- I found it online as well, and t-thought it would be perfect for you!

Smiler: Hey, I'm sure it's great! [opens up the box -- and stops dead, staring]

Victor: [leaning over] So, ah, this is an antique alchemy set -- it's got all the original bottles, though I'm pretty sure none of the ingredients are any good anymore, and all the original measuring tools and such. And a really tiny grater, which I thought you'd think was funny. I just -- I know i-it's probably too expensive, but I really wanted you to have it, and --

Victor: [suddenly noticing Smiler's face] Are you crying?!

Smiler: [hastily wiping their eyes] No?

--

Victor: [with Alice now, handing over a smaller, thinner blue-wrapped box a touch awkwardly] Happy Valentine's Day, Alice. I, uh, I got you something.

Alice: [wearing a red sweater because she's not totally immune to dressing up a bit for the day, smiles and reaches into a bright red bag] Happy Valentine's Day! I got you something too. [pulls out a navy plush dragon with a turquoise underbelly and gold-colored head fringe, ear fins, and claws] Taa-daa.

Victor: [eyes light up as he sees the dragon, accepting it with a bright smile] Oh! Alice, this is lovely! Do they have a name?

Alice: Well, the Douglas Toys website called them Aragon, but you can call them whatever you want. I remembered you liked dragons from those stories you told us about imagining having "Blue Ben" from Klive as your friend as a child, and stuffed animals are the one traditional Valentine's Day gift that I myself like, so... [little shrug]

Victor: [hugs the dragon] It's wonderful. Thank you. [shoots a slightly-nervous look at his box] I-I hope you like mine just as much.

Alice: I'm sure I will. You know better than to get me something ridiculous. [opens up her box...and just stares for a moment]

Victor: [shyly, still hugging his dragon] So, um, I found out about this blacksmith who recreates all sorts of weapons, and I commissioned them to do your Vorpal Blade. T-that's why I was so intent on drawing it before -- I w-wanted to make sure I had it just right when I sent it on. I -- I know i-it's probably a bit m-much, but -- I know how much W-Wonderland, and that blade, m-means to you, and when I realized I could g-get you a real one, I just --

Alice: [leans over to silence him with a finger on his lips, a little teary-eyed but smiling] You have absolutely no sense of proportion and I love you.

Victor: [blushes]

--

Alice: Hey, Smiler?

Smiler: What's up?

Alice: I had a question -- is it usual for metamours to exchange gifts on Valentine's Day?

Smiler: Depends on the relationship, I'd say! I don't think there's any hard and fast rules -- some people might consider it too much, some people wouldn't. It's all about the vibes!

Alice: I see.

Alice & Smiler: [look at each other in silence for a moment]

Alice: [produces a yellow gift bag]

Smiler: [produces a heart-paper-wrapped box]

Alice: [snorts] Right, I don't know why I was worried... Anyway, happy Valentine's Day! [offers the bag]

Smiler: Happy Valentine's Day! [trades the box for the bag and looks inside] What -- oh! [pulls out a little plush yellow-banded poison dart frog] Where'd you get this little guy?

Alice: Found it online -- I very much wanted to get you a plush frog, but as you might imagine, most of them are green. So I started looking for someone who did them in more unusual colors, and happened to stumble across that. Very lucky accident, that.

Smiler: [petting it with a couple of fingers] Very lucky indeed -- thanks! Now open yours!

Alice: [does just that, pulling the paper off the box to reveal] A checkerboard cake kit?

Smiler: Yup! I know you like cake, so I was going to get you a basket of cake mix and frosting mix and sprinkles -- but then I happened to see this while in the store and thought it was definitely your thing! After all, you've got a chess-themed land up there to go with all the card stuff!

Alice: [smiles] I do -- and I've seen checkerboard cakes before, and always thought they looked amazing. Could never figure out how they did them, though -- now I guess I've got the chance to find out!

Smiler: Exactly! [winks] See, it's not all useless tat.

Alice: [sticks her tongue out at them] Yes, yes...

--

Alice: [walking to Victor's bedroom with Smiler] So -- an entire antique alchemy set?

Smiler: Yes, it's fucking amazing, I really gotta show you later. And he seriously got you the Vorpal Blade?

Alice: Commissioned it from an actual blacksmith -- I'll have to show you later. [shakes her head] Just -- it's incredible, and I love him so much, but -- it does make me feel a little bit bad for spending under forty dollars US on his present.

Smiler: Hey, no, don't be like that. I didn't spend that much on his either, but I'm sure he liked it. This isn't a contest we have to win. [small smile] Which is good, because he's the one with money and would win easily.

Alice: [laughs] I know, I know. But -- well, it would be nice to have a little extra reassurance that he liked mine too, you know?

Smiler: Yeah, I suppose I wouldn't mind that my --

Smiler: [stops as they come to the open door of Victor's bedroom]

Alice: [raises an eyebrow] What?

Smiler: [beckons her to stand next to them]

Alice: [does so, looking inside]

Victor: [is sitting at his desk, setting up his new dragon so their front claws are resting on the keys of their new piano phone, beaming]

Victor: [feels eyes upon him and turns around] Oh! [blushes a little, rubbing the back of his neck] I -- B-Benny wants to play the piano too.

Alice: [smiling warmly] So I see.

Smiler: [also smiling warmly] Good for Benny. [smile turns a little -- predatory] Though it's a good thing he's looking away, because I don't think we're quite done giving you presents yet...