A Zora Link x ruto Story. That's all you have to know. Also lugifan96 made this for me on deviantart. I got her perssimission to post this on here.

In Dark Link's head, the maelstrom of his inner thoughts as he meets the Hero he's waited so long to fight.

Winter; Link's least favorite time of the year. Snow; Link's least favorite thing. He's convinced that nothing can change his mind about what he hates. Too bad he didn't count on a certain little snow angel trying to make him see that winter and snow are the best things ever. *REVISED**COMPLETE*

Link has made a shocking discovery about his butler in the private oasis...

Cuando conoce a Ravio, Link no puede evitar envidiarlo un poco. Porque él, a diferencia suya, es un espíritu libre.

A poem dedicated to Nayru. ((First poem I've ever written/ First FanFic I've ever written))

Link, ever since he was a child, always felt alone. It was not in the sense that he was truly alone, as he had friends and family, but he always felt like there was someone, or someones, missing.

Fanfiction avec les personnages de Zelda, post-hyrule warriors (références à OOT) Plus psychologique/philosophique qu'action. M: certains passages pourraient choquer les lecteurs à l'avenir

(Minish Cap novelization) After witnessing Zelda being turned to stone, Link takes up the task of restoring her and saving Hyrule- but not without the help of a talking hat... (DISCONTINUED)

She was raised to be the perfect princess, and he makes her question all of it. A Zelink one-shot set in the general LoZ universe / AU

Not everything can stay a secret, no matter how much you want it to. Sometimes the things you hope to be kept secret can be stolen, and the hardest of choices must be made. (one-shot for now)

"No quería ser rey, sólo quería estar siempre contigo." "Es el pago por enamorarte de la realeza"*** Una tormenta en plena primavera puede traer consigo muchas emociones /*/ One-Shot post Ocarina of Time /*/ (Lemon)

AU: In a time where power is something desired by all, one man will be forced to choose between a life he's always known and the one he loves. Link/OC M/M

There is a doll found by a shadow, but is it really a doll?

"In nature, there are two primary sources of yellow: the sun and flowers." In which Linebeck and Ciela discuss the nature of captains, bravery, and the color yellow. Heavy angst, drinking, and not exactly a happy resolution. Very late Christmas fic for 8 Navy Roses!

The Hylians and Gerudo have had tensions for years; and one day, the Hyrulean Army attacks. A Gerudo-raised Sheikah warrior, and a Knight of Hyrule's paths cross for fate to decide their journey.

A detailed story of A Link to the past.

Turns out everyone works for someone. There was always someone bigger; someone pulling the strings. Someone even Ganon feared. One hero wouldn't cut it this time, so the goddesses put together their biggest plan... and their biggest gamble. Link gets by with a little help from his friends.

The gods are dead. The dead are alive. Vio just wants to live through this mess.

Holodrum and Labrynna power bracelets look like food.

After a mission gone wrong Link has been gone for days, leaving Zelda to worry over his childhood friend. When Link finally shows up injured, the royal makes up his mind about their relationship and decides to act. Gender Bender oneshot. Male Zelda x Fem Link

"The hero was not raised in fields of gold. He was raised in sands of gold. The sky was not serene blue. It was harsh and striking. Winds were not kind. They were harsh and carried death. This is the beginnings of the hero. This is the beginning of Link of the Gerudo." just dabbling in origin stories.

Ganondorf has kidnapped the young waker of the winds three years before he was destined to become the hero. As the Hero of the winds sleeps below the waves an old hero is called upon to save the young hero and the world. Link and Link must save the world.

Every day since she left, the hero could only think of her.

No pienso aceptar el hecho de haberte perdido. De asumir el terror de no saber lo que será vivir sin la caricia de tu mirada. Te escucho a la lejanía, invitándome a buscarte, entonando aquel cántico que desde siempre me has dedicado, el cual se convierte en el camino a mi profundo desquicio.