farore-or-less - Tumblr blog

[farore-or-less]

WIP for Forgotten Instincts

I'm chugging along with this next chapter, I promise! This one is a tough one because I'm making sure I get a few things exactly how I want them, and as a writer it can be difficult to articulate certain scenes into the proper words. But we are on Chapter 16 now (my god, we're 16 chapters along already!!) and we're at that rising action stage to carry on the remainder of the story and I can't thank you enough for reading, commenting, and enjoying this fic I've decided to share with you all <3

You can read Forgotten Instincts on Ao3! (Mind the tags and rating)

Spoilers and teaser below the cut:

Excerpt from Chapter 16: Sands of Indisputable Time

The snowy cabin looked just like it did when they had first arrived—when they defeated Vah Medoh and spent their first night together as an unwed couple. Everything was well organized and put away, no fire burning in the fireplace and the bed was neatly made, but as Link ventured deeper into the cabin he found new evidence of her. When he pulled the blankets off the bed and pressed them to his nose, he could smell the flowers still layered in the sheets with the spice of lust and her. Even beneath the musk and severe cold that was slowly fading her away, she lingered like a memory on the cusp of being forgotten, but he remembered. And he would never allow himself to forget. 

As he explored the quiet cabin, he came across a handwritten letter sealed in an envelope on the desk—the same one he had stood over when he discovered Zel wasn’t her real name. The letter wasn’t addressed to him, but he opened it anyway. It read,

Dear Selmie,

I can’t thank you enough for allowing me to rent your cabin. The morning sunrises were the most beautiful I have ever seen and the nights stayed warm and cozy with a fire burning. I know you said you wouldn’t charge me for the stay, but I’ve left you a pouch of rupees to show my appreciation. I hope we can meet in Gerudo Town to go sand surfing some day. 

Your friend,

— Z

Placed beside the folded letter was a pouch that Link recognized immediately. Bulbous and made of black leather, the thin drawstring rope that held it together was frayed at the ends and pulled taut to keep its contents hidden within. Sturdy yet worn with age, it would dangle off her belt for easy access or she’d tie it onto Jassa’s saddle whenever they traveled from place to place, region to region. It was Zel’s money pouch, and it was loaded with rupees. All that she had possessed.

Seeing that overly-generous display made his heart ache and his feelings turned sour like spoiled milk. He knew what she was doing. Zel was punishing herself in more ways than one, offering up all she had because she felt like she didn’t deserve anything anymore, and it was all his fault. He made her feel like more of a monster than she truly was, had backed her into a corner of her own design and if he’s unable to make things right between them, she could get herself into tumultuous trouble and he would be powerless to help her.

So he has to find her… and soon.  

[farore-or-less]

Hi! Is there an updated Hateno Hideout Discord link?

Yes! Here you go! https://discord.gg/RSBXGDGA

This is a server curated for;

• 18 and older (no minors)

• To those who love Legend of Zelda and Zelink

• All artists, writers, content creators, and ones who are looking for a good vibes and no drama server to hang out in 😊 We’re a pretty chill group here in Hateno Village 💚

[farore-or-less]

Screaming, crying, freaking out

THANK YOU CHIMP I LOVE IT SO MUCH

"Frozen where she stands, Zelda takes a shaky inhale then holds her breath. Listening. Waiting. She’s had this feeling for a while now—that someone’s following her. When the sounds started, she convinced herself she was merely hearing the lascivious noises of lovers running wild, but every time she looked in the direction of where the suspicious footsteps were coming from, no one was ever there.

Now she knows what’s happening. She’s being stalked."

Merry late holidays @farore-or-less! I'm your Secret Midna!

I decided to make an art on one of your fics, which is a bit difficult tbh because I looooove all of your fics! So I went with "Milk and Cherries" since it's a bit appropriate for this gift mix-up 🥰

[farore-or-less]

Merry chrysler and a smutty new chapter! Here's to another year of writing our favorite video game characters in silly situations and for all the lovely friends I've made along the way. Cheers to you, to your health, and may you laugh often in the new year 💙🥂

Amazing fan art by @a03-anxiousandafraid at the end of the fic!

🎄❄️ Read on Archive of Our Own! ❄️🎄

Summary: Neither snow, nor rain, nor heat, nor gloom of night stays Link from the swift completion of his appointed rounds. Except when he receives a gift in the mailbox from the woman he's got the hots for.

Shameless Smut / Bad Puns / Lingerie / Happy Holidays Everyone

Rating: Explicit Words: 12.8K Chapters: 3/3 (Completed) Other Works: Here

[farore-or-less]

Love love love your WIP snippet for forgotten instincts! You’ve got me so excited for the next chapter! I finally made an Ao3 account so I can get notifications when you post there too <3

Also just wanna say that I’m so sorry for anyone who pressured you to post/write (I remember you made a post about it a few months back)! You actually inspired me to start writing too and boy does it take SO long (and nothing I write is of your same quality). I’m genuinely so glad you’re taking your time and staying sane (I hope), and I’m sorry for anyone who doesn’t understand the effort it takes to do your wonderful work! I appreciate it more than I have words to express and I look forward to every time you post! But thank you and congrats (!!!) on graduating!!

Omgosh!!! Anon you are the sweetest bean in the whole world! Thank you!! 🥰😍😍

I am like, just in utter awe that I’m even incorporated into the inspo you needed to make an ao3 account and to start your own writing! That’s fantastic! Good for you dude, may your writing bring you joy and something to feel proud about because you deserve this creative outlet!

And it’s all good! Over-eager readers are very sweet and they mean the best, but I’ve learned I have to remind those when they forget I have a life (and that we all do this for free lol)

Thank you thank you anon, you have made my day and you’re so sweet and happy holidays 😘💚

[farore-or-less]

A Long Awaited WIP

Hi! I'm not dead, I'm just newly graduated (yay me!) To celebrate with me, here's a couple snippets for the next chapter to Forgotten Instincts, I hope you enjoy 💚

She has a shallow stab wound below her ribcage and one on her back, cuts on her arms and bruises on her ankles. She’s hunched over with her mouth dripping blood and panting, but in the nook of her lip she’s grinning, devilish and hungry for war, she rages. 

“Come and get me,” she coos to the last Blademaster.

They’re in a worse state than she is. The committed assassin wobbles as they try to sturdy their footing, padded shoes for stealth slipping on the gravel sands. Their breathing is rugged, uneasy, a tremble that shivers outwards from their collapsing lungs to the quivering hold of their Windcleaver, and Zelda can tell they won’t be able to take a stab at her again. They have nothing left. They’ve lost. The cornered Blademaster had been a witness to all their fallen comrades that lay victim to Zelda’s fury, to her Great Eagle Bow and her trusted skinning knife. She had single handedly killed every member guarding the Yiga Hideout in Karusa Valley. 

All besides Master Kohga… and this Blademaster guarding the final door with their life.

And here's another, in Link's POV, because I've been AWOL for so long and I appreciate you all being patient with my writing! You can read another part of the chapter below the cut:

“You once said something to me that I can’t stop thinking about.” Link takes a breath, then manages to meet the old man’s eyes. “You said I was better for her now… what does that mean? Was Zel and I… were we together a hundred years ago? Have I…” He sighs and drags a hand through his hair, choking on his question. “Robbie, have I forgotten her?”

The expression Robbie wears is one he doesn’t make very often—shrouded with sympathy behind such bulky goggles. He’s clearly not wanting to be the person Link confides in, but too stuck in the situation to do anything about it. He huffs.

“Well, I guess the cat’s out of the bag now.” He exhales, and scratches his receding hairline. “My cousins kept me out of the loop about Zel, but frankly I’m too old to question things anymore. Not like I would understand what’s happening if it was explained to me anyways,” he mumbles that last part.

Link blinks, unamused.

“But yes, I knew Zel back then,” Robbie continues. “She never gave up. Y'know, I used to let her lock up the research lab at night and boy, I’ll tell ya. The amount of times I’d come in the next morning to find her slumped over a desk, passed out with grease smudged all over her face, it was so routine I finally just bought a cot to keep in the corner by a pile of rusted Guardian parts. I think she probably thought the desk was comfier.” 

Link wrinkles his brows, too many questions there to fathom, but he lets the old man continue unperturbed.

“Women like that, Link, they’re warriors. They fight their own battles and don’t rely on the swords of others. Nothing can get in their way… not even death apparently. See, I know Zel well because she was my coworker, my cousin Purah’s apprentice in the lab, and I could see the frustration on her face whenever she looked at you." Robbie's expression softens, trying to give the naive kid in front of him some charitable advice. "With Zel... she wasn’t looking for a hero, never needed one. You mistook your role to Hyrule as your role to that girl instead, when her needs couldn't have been simpler. She didn't need you to be her hero... she needed you to be her home."

[farore-or-less]

Things Percy Does That Make You Swoon

Pairing: Percy de Rolo x Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, cheek kiss, dancing, gift giving, protectiveness, teasing, public display of affection, spontaneous kisses

Flufftober Day 21: Swoon

A/N: It's been a very long time since I wrote for Percy. I'm glad I got to do it again for flufftober.

Since Percy is a man who often plans things ahead nothing makes your heart beat faster then when he surprises you with things. There aren't many things he can be spontaneous about but kisses are one of them. No better feeling then handing him a piece of equipment and then having him lean over to you and kiss your cheek. It's when you least expect it because that is when he is at his most focused, and yet kissing you had become like second nature to him.

Your boyfriend is a man of words first and action second, so imagine your surprise when Percy doesn't know what to say, he doesn't know how to fully express all that he feels for you. You don't see him for hours a day after that. He doesn't let you into his workshop, saying how he's working on a top secret project. His devotion to it is almost scary to the point it makes you worried. Only for him to wake you up one morning and present a necklace to you. He has one too, with your initials on it. Sorry it took him a while, it was a matching set and he wanted his gift for you to be perfect.

Percy likes to dance, but it's all slow dances so when you dance in a tavern it tends to draw a few eyes, not all of them respectful. Nothing gets past his eyes, he knows they're looking, so why not have them look how you wrap your hands around his shoulders and kiss him? Oh, would you look at that, they're turning away, but that doesn't mean he's gonna stop kissing you any time soon. What do you say you dance a few more dances and then take this into one of the empty rooms upstairs? Yes, he did already pay for the room. He was feeling quite cocky tonight.

[farore-or-less]

[farore-or-less]

She doesn't want to be there

[farore-or-less]

that one hug from tangled except its zelink reuniting at the end of totk

[farore-or-less]

Day 13: Spirit

[farore-or-less]

“Yeah, I think I’ve been possessed by a baking ghost.”

She scoffs. “Maybe it’s this apron.” Her fingers are rimming the edges of the black fabric as she hums. Deeper, more suggestive, eyes roaming his biceps until her gaze falls on the patch of flour on his cheek and she bites her lower lip. Link knows that look.

“Zelda,” he whines, “I have a pie in the oven.”

“So do I.”

Cute Smut / Seasonal / Fluff / Pregnant Zelda / Baker Link

[farore-or-less]

Linktober day 12: Princess

[farore-or-less]

decisions…decisions… but you must look your best as we play while the veil is thin 🎃👻🌿 

[farore-or-less]

Oh…Hello darling?

[farore-or-less]

pinup knight because it’s my birthday

[farore-or-less]

That homage to WIZARDS drawing i did.. this time with text and a bit different colors