3-Sentence Fics: 400 Followers Celebration Collection

Links to the recent prompt-based short fics - thanks to everyone who submitted! I still owe some answers, but wanted to post this before Zelink week started. You can also read them on a03 as long as you're logged in.

Oops - Prompt: Could I maybe request TP Zelink with fluff? - rated T

Peripheral Vision - (PLUS bonus art by the spectacular @newtsnaturethings!) - Prompt: Zelda gets Link one of those floppy gardening sun hats - rated T, BotW post-Calamity

Come to Me - Prompt: siren zelda x sailor link (or the other way around)?? - rated T, unspecified LoZ

All-of-a-Twitter - Prompt: Zelda and Link are at an event, perhaps a wedding from another tribe like the Rito maybe, and in the celebration they are dancing the traditional dances of the tribe and at the end of one of them the dance partners must share a kiss, Zelda knows it but not Link, Zelda is excited for the end of the dance to come. - rated T, BotW

Ask First - Prompt: How about oot zelink staying up late? - rated T

Ask First

Link wouldn’t fall asleep—he would not—not with Sheik standing there looking so smug with those red eyes on him; that was definitely a smirk under that mask, and if Link wasn’t such a nice guy he’d have something snarky to say about it after this huge yawn.

“I’m going to win again,” Sheik said with even smirkier eyes—“that’s yawn seventeen and it’s only 3:51 am.”

Link made a face—“How the heck do you know it’s exactly- WHAT?!” Link cried as he watched a stone with a weeping eye rocket itself into the air, Sheik remaining unreasonably calm as it did; Link had to be dreaming (and had therefore already lost), so he shrugged, closed the distance between them, gently tugged that pesky mask down, and kissed Sheik—and got a nasty palm-strike to the chest: “YOU DON’T ASK FIRST?!”

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Epilogue: “NO FLIRTING, NO WARNING, NO NOTHING?!” “I thought I was asleep!” “What, you only kiss in your sleep?” “Yes! NO!” “I’ve never had a boyfriend who wouldn’t kiss me while conscious.”  “That’s not- wait, what?” “We’re still playing, by the way.”

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[Thanks for the fun ask, Ace! 😄]

All-Of-A-Twitter

It was bad enough they didn’t have wings and had to do the traditional Rito all-of-a-twitter dance with paragliders instead—did the dance have to involve all these mid-air collisions?!

Granted, they were soft collisions—but meeting Zelda’s front over and over again involved consequences (and Link would rather she remained ignorant of what those consequences might be); Link tried to keep cool and keep the paraglider angled a little more forward than it really should be (meanwhile, Zelda couldn’t stop giggling, and it sounded way too similar to her ‘taste this frog!’ laugh).

The final measures of music arrived, and with it each Rito pair leaned into each other, touching beak-to-beak while gliding in lazy helixes—but Link’s too-forward paraglider hooked onto Zelda’s as they mimicked the others, noses flush as they lost height quick with the paragliders tangled; Zelda giggled again, totally unconcerned, and said, “You don’t know how the Rito kiss, do you?”—her lips touched his, raising a sudden updraft inside Link, though not in the air around them (they plunged into Lake Totori a few seconds later).

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[Thanks for this adorable ask, wolflinkpaws! This was so much fun 😄]

Oops

The sycophantic Prince of Labrynna couldn’t stop sneezing: he sneezed in the courtroom, he sneezed in the garden, he sneezed at the center of the hedge maze (startling even the guards high in the ramparts)—he sneezed at breakfast, lunch, and dinner, his handkerchief having become an ever-moist object of repugnance at court, not least to Queen Zelda (though her poise reflected only patient, kind politeness).

His affliction abated each evening after bathing and resumed in the presence of the Queen, her faithful guard-captain Link, or her faithful guard-wolf (also Link), the cause appearing obvious to them—the Prince, of course, must be allergic to dogs!—so,  Link remained in his human form as he and his Queen underwent a meticulous regimen of de-furring themselves (bathing, laundering clothing and bedsheets, scouring their personal chambers, and cleaning items they kept on their person).

Zelda opened her door to give Link a quick kiss the next morning, then retreated inside (the Prince had threatened promised to escort her to breakfast)—he arrived right on time, approaching Link (ostensibly standing guard), and when a colossal sneeze wracked his frame he blew his nose into that infernal cloth, leaning in to whisper, “I say—that scent will be the death of me!” despite Link’s grimace and sniff, which detected no hint of guard-dog whatsoever; when he said so, the Prince scoffed: “I have hunting dogs, young man—no, it’s that perfume!”—and Link’s eyes shot wide: oops.

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[Thanks for the ask!! I have a lot of fun with TP Zelink drabbles 😄]