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l'amor che move il sole by kotaface (aveyune23)
Fandoms: The Legend of Zelda: Skyward Sword, The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms
11 Jul 2022
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zelink week 2022, day one: one last look
You can't imagine life without her. You don't realize this until she's gone.
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- Part 1 of Zelink Week 2022
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ash remembers burning by CristinaNovak
Fandoms: Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood & Manga
28 Mar 2021
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Edward and Winry, neck-deep in the things they still can't spit out.
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She is actually doing quite well for a time displaced young woman who has just finished a century-long battle with demon, and whose admittedly-few friends are all long dead, and who hasn't used her vocal chords or seen the sun in a hundred years.
(Intimidating word count, but it’s 4 manageable arcs.)
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- Part 1 of Displaced
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The sky begins to darken into a cornflower blue that would cost no less than an arm and leg at the Kochi Dye Shop, throwing cream colored snow into stark relief. His Princess turned Priestess steps out of Link’s arms just as the first few hints of lavender begin to bleed up from the horizon, he aches with the distance immediately.
“I suppose,” Zelda’s voice is impossibly soft, thin in a way he’s come to know means she’s close to tears, “it’s time for me to begin.”
The Crown Princess of Hyrule inhales slowly through her nose when her feet first touch sacred water. Bare fingers twitch almost imperceptibly against his palm before pulling away, and Link watches with his heart in his mouth as Zelda smoothly steps down into the spring.
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“The handmaidens are beside themselves to see you in your uniform tomorrow.” Zelda blithely smiles, tongue in cheek even as she wonders as to the taste of his. Her appointed knight raises blond eyebrows, mug halfway to full lips before he pauses to roll her words over in his head.
“Are they now?”
“Oh yes,” He sips, throat bobbing with a thoughtful swallow. Green eyes follow the motion ravenously, but if Link feels her gaze on him he doesn’t let on. “It’s all Marion could talk about this morning.” His mouth pulls up into a smirk, and Zelda realizes too late the mischief brewing behind bright blue eyes. She’s inadvertently walked into a trap.
“And you?” Her knight drops his two syllables into the air between them like a remote bomb from the Sheikah slate.
“And I?” Zelda’s heart races as she strives to play coy, painfully aware of how low her bodice dips. Greedy lungs beg for his secondhand air, bidding her chest rise and earning a brief flare of Link’s nostrils. Hyrule’s hope leans forward, wolflike as he halves the space between them to murmur.
“Are you beside yourself to see me in my uniform?”

