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mytemporarycomfort · 1 year

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Dearly Devoted

A/N: Thank you all for being patient with me while I was away. I hope you all enjoy

Summary: The Champions reminisce their time with you and they know for sure you are their end game.

Warning:

Champion x Reader

Zelda

The cup of tea managed to refill itself once again.

Zelda was in her study for another long evening and you could tell how drained she was.

No matter how many times she apologized for not spending enough time with you or that you must be stressed from being around her in this state more than anyone else, you always stated "Its my pleasure to help you Zelda. I will be by your side, you are not a burden, you are doing your best. "

She cried when you said that. It felt like a mountain was lifted off her shoulders.

Seeing you asleep in the chaise in the study always left a blush on her face.

Another night of studying means less personal time with you, but she was always grateful to have you near.

After this was all over, she plans to travel with you. She makes that clear to you. Just the both of you, no knights, no books.

Link

Link was behind you on the horse. He held you tight like you might slip away if he loosened up a bit.

You let him rest his head on your chest and your heart beat slows his mind right down.

His duty to Zelda means he isn't always with you. So he gave you one of his shirts.

You wear it whenever you miss him deeply. He came home early one evening and found you cooking some dinner in his shirt.

BOOM bright red.

He snuck behind you and hugged you with a quirked eyebrow.

"I missed you Link, I happened to cook some extra dinner just in case. Want some?"

His heart bursted right out of his chest. Ugh, he is simping.

As you two ate dinner, he noticed, your left hand seems a little empty.

If you would accept, a ring on that hand would suit you nicely,

Urbosa

She saw you getting attacked by some Yiga members and who is she to not help, until she noticed...

You fought back with fire and fury in your eyes.

Despite that, she was not one to let any warrior fight alone if she can help it.

You thanked her. You spoke to her as a person who helped you, not as chief of Gerudo.

She saw you as another Zelda, but also different. You were strong, full of heart, but you were also innocent, naive.

She wanted to help you grow, and grow under her care you did.

Urbosa's softer side became clear to you when she was training with you and her hands guided you unlike the others.

You have grown to be seen as equals yo Urbosa. You can truely handle your own.

Even if it ment you would venture out for your own journey now, you was grateful that you were apart of her story and her yours.

"You have helped me Urbosa. You helped me grow and I hope to continue to be by your side."

She smiled one full of relief. Of course you can stay.

Mipha

You always protected her much like her brother. But you were not her brother so why did you fight so fiercely to protect her.

She always found it strange that you didn't mind all the fighting despite the wounds you got by the end.

She always healed you with no hesitation.

Mipha worried about you quite a bit, and it showed how often she was with you.

She found safety and comfort in your presence. A kind of feeling that made her want to be by your side for as long as fate would allow.

It was common to find you two together. A princess and her protector.

She didn't like not being by your side for long stretched of time. She's afraid of not being there to heal you fast enough if anything happened.

"I will be there for you, like I know you will be there for me. We got this."

You two held each other. This is what safety and comfort is. You two keep each other grounded.

Revali

He looks down at his hammock as you laid there reading your newest book.

Revali is a bit of a brat sometimes and yet here you are still here.

2 years.

You stood by him for two whole years and you're still here.

He was so dedicated to his bow, when you held his hands fot the first time, he stopped breathing.

He looked like he turned into a statue.

Then his feathers puffed up and he frowned.

Whenever you show him affection his feathers would puff up,

He would hide his face in his wings then hug you as tight as possible.

He's still learning to show his emotions in a less agressive way, but you know he means well.

Sometimes he thinks hes too much, he'll accidently push you away.

"I don't regret a thing 'Vali. I love you regardless of your little quirks, you know that right?." You told him after a long day of making you watch him in the target range.

He loves you so much. He puts his beak on the top of your head. This was the most gentle he's been with you.

Daruk

You are so soft, this man is crying

He remembers his first sleep over at your house, boy was nervous! Your house is so cozy!

He enjoyed his time at your place, hopefully like you enjoyed his.

He was so happy when he saw that you kept all the little gems he gave you, but why wouldn't you?

He wants to spend so much time at your place. He might as well move all the Gorons over to your little town. JK....but what if?

He just doesnt want to hurt you by being so big.

"I feel so safe around you" You told him after you two returned. to death mountain after his stay at your place.

He's keeping you safe then. He decided.

He doesn't know all the details yet but that is sure.

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leighsartworks216 · 11 months

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My King

Ganondorf x gn!Hylian!reader/no-name OC

I just wanted to write bein kissed by Ganon can I really be blamed tho? So the Hylian character is referred to by they/them pronouns and not described (except as being much shorter/smaller than beefcake man) and isn't referred to by a name so feel free to read is as a reader insert or as an oc insert

Also I wrote this with BOTW/TOTK Ganon in mind, but it could probably be read as any version of him

Edit: fixed some spelling errors

Warnings: makin out, brief allusion to sex, possessiveness, size-difference

Word Count: 457

Masterlist

AO3

Their lips touched for a brief moment, merely ghosting over each other. Ganon pulled away, golden eyes shadowed in the night as he studied their expression. His hand cupped their cheek, dwarfing their head. They were so small compared to him. So fragile.

A quiet, shuddering breath slipped past their lips like something inside was letting them go. He couldn't fight the grin that pulled his lips as they leaned forward ever so slightly, chasing his lips, and the brief flicker of disappointment when they came up empty. Their eyelids fluttered open, staring up at him with stars reflecting back at him. They were confused and worried - wondering if they did something wrong. They were Hylian; unaccustomed to all of the Gerudo's beliefs and social intricacies. Had they broken some law about kissing the King, even if he was the one who asked in as soft a voice he'd ever used if he could please, please kiss them. It would be the only time he begged, he'd make sure of it. And yet, for that brief brush, that whisper of a kiss, he found suddenly that he would not mind dropping to his knees and pleading for just one more.

He stroked the pad of his thumb across their cheek. They relaxed into the touch, eyes closing as they leaned into his large palm. Worry was replaced with ease, quickly. They didn't do something wrong. He simply could not stop himself from admiring how the desert moonlight danced across their skin. If he didn't know better, he would have confused them for a deity.

Golden eyes glanced at their mouth, still parted, waiting for his to find their place. Soft puffs of white air dissipated between them, carried into the night. It was freezing out here. His oversized robe draped loosely around their shoulders, half of the heavy fabric pooling on the sandstone floor around their feet.

A flicker of possessiveness lit up within him. He was the only one allowed to care for them so; the only one allowed to dress them in his belongings and show all of Hyrule who he wished to be his.

"Say you will be mine," he whispered. Dark eyes, almost red with desire, greeted them as they opened their eyes to look up at the Gerudo King.

A small, soft hand, un-calloused from the desert sands, pressed against his, holding his hand more firmly to their cheek. "I'm yours, my King."

His lips find theirs once more, but this time it is not the careful, hesitant touch from before. Now it was burning, demanding, rough. He pulled their face in as close as he could, lips and teeth sucking and biting and pulling until their lips are red and swollen against his. Every soft, desperate mewl from their throat eggs him on. He wants nothing more than all of Hyrule to know who they belong to, and he will not stop until he is certain everyone knows his name screamed in their voice.

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hero-of-fortune · 1 month

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i drew them! My scrunky dunkies mwah here’s designs for a botw fic i’m writing rn, it’s zelda/link/ganondorf and ganondorf’s not a bad guy he’s just a dude chilling

you CANNOT tell me that zelda just walks out of the calamity totally fine smh how does she not get some dirt on her rights for dirty girls

#legend of zelda #tloz #loz #zelda #link #ganondorf #loz botw #botw fic #botw fanart #botw fanfic #zelink #ganlink #my art <3

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hopelessbluebird · 10 months

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Random useless things I do in totk and botw

I avoid central hyrule as much as possible because I don’t care if he’s a video game character big man has trauma

I leave a silent princess at every memory and goddess statue

I feed my horses at least twice a day

I make sure I use my horses at least twice a week because exercise

If I’m near a hot spring I go to it bc scars uncomfy

I clear out all monster camps near roads every blood moon

I visit the korok forest a ton even though my switch will blow up bc frame rate

I’ll go piss off the yiga if I’m bored

I’ve read too many fics to stop doing this :’)

#botw #breath of the wild #tears of the kingdom #botw fic #engraved;aloz fic

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zellink · 6 days

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all the bells say - chapter 9: She Attends, Blind

a pre-calamity zelink longfic. [M-rated // chapter 9 of 28 // Act 1 of 5] Final chapter of Act 1!

>>Read chapter on AO3 or start from the beginning >>here

Chapter excerpt:

“It’s been a long day.” “It has, hasn’t it?” Urbosa muses. After a while, she asks, “How have you been since we met at the castle, really?” Everything flashes before her eyes—Rito Village. A dream of a touch, a soft voice. Prayers that remain unanswered, again and again and again. The swell of strings on stage, a song that sings of the end of times. The scorching heat of Death Mountain, the burn in her throat and the heat upon her skin. His perilous gaze, blue, blue, blue. The finished portrait—his gaze once again. The breakaway among broken pillars, in front of a dormant shrine. They all claw at the insides of her throat, begging to be spilled free. But there’s an ounce of resistance in her left, even after all this time, so she bites them down. Keeps them in, where they have always belonged, for letting them out certainly means making a mess, and such a mess can only slow her down.

>>Read chapter on AO3

#final chapter of act 1 is here yippie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#posting 2 days earlier than planned because i got my nails done today and got new headphones and i'm feeling happi happi happi #my fic #bells tag #zelink #zelink fic #botw fic #botw #breath of the wild #tloz fic

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ginneke · 3 months

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let's do the time warp thing 2 (whoops accidentally a followup)

@flashfictionfridayofficial's prompt for this week is "Take My Hand" -- which gave me more than a few ideas, but this is the one I decided to go with. Because reasons.

This ficprompt follows directly on from my fill for FFF prompt #217 (Portal Fiction), in which Link finds a mysterious stone in a secret chamber at the forgotten temple... and hits it with a sword, like you do.

If I get to the point of a part three, I'll have to find a title for this and port it to ao3. whoops.

"–Who are you," the kid demands again, trying to sound authoritative and failing, "and what were you doing down there?"

Link can do nothing but stare. The head of his drillshaft drops to the temple floor. The Rito child looks and sounds so much like the ghost of Champion Revali, but that can't be right. It has to be impossible. Or perhaps there's a simpler explanation. He doesn't know whether Champion Revali had any descendants, but –

"Are you listening to me?"

"Listening," Link murmurs, distracted. In the secret chamber below, the stone still hums – but he doesn't know how long it will stay active. The Slate isn't showing him the right time, even though he's back on the surface again. That rules out interference from the Sheikah tech as the reason why it failed. So why has it failed? What's up with this place? It's the same temple as the one he'd been exploring. But it doesn't look right. Apart from the missing Guardians – and that, at least, isn't something he's sorry about at all – there's altogether too much rubble around, and...

At the foot of one of the giant columns, Link spots the remains of a heaping midden. A monster camp had been here, if not terribly recently. Abandoned long enough that the stink has dissipated, but the ruins are hot and dry enough that the bones remain. Mushrooms have tried to sprout from the rot. They don't look safe to eat.

There wasn't any sign of a monster camp before. The haywire Guardians would have shot down a bokoblin party just as readily they fire on Link.

Same temple. Somehow different. How? How can this place be so different to the temple he was exploring not even a few hours ago, and yet look so similar?

He hefts the drillshaft and makes as if to step out into the cavernous temple; the kid snaps at him, "Hold it!"

Ah.

"Haven't your teachers told you not to aim where you don't intend to shoot?"

The kid bristles. "Who says I don't intend to shoot?"

Bluster, rather than a threat. The kid isn't quite old enough to appreciate quite what a statement like that needs to back it up. Revali would have shot him by now, questions be damned. Link's sure of that much.

And sure enough, the kid lets the bowstring go slack, replacing the arrow in its quiver, though not without aiming a thunderous glare at Link in its place.

"You're not a spy, are you?"

Why is that the first thing this kid thinks of...? Link shakes his head. The kid eyes him mistrustfully.

"Shake on it."

...Huh?

"That's what you Hylians do, right? If you won't shake, then you really are a spy."

What kind of twisted-up logic is that? More to the point, if the kid does suspect him of being some sort of enemy, why insist on a – handshake? Bringing a potentially dangerous person even closer to you is the furthest thing from sensible.

Except the kid's already got a wing outstretched. Left wing, naturally, because the right wing's grip on the bow hasn't slackened off at all. (Probably, Link thinks, in case he does turn out to be a spy.) Almost lethally overconfident, but...

Link lifts his left hand and takes the kid's wing with solemn ceremony. Even so, he can only really wrap his hand around the first pair of fingers, given the difference in their body shapes. It's enough to satisfy honour: the kid finally puts the bow away, and even makes a little half-hopping motion in place, like all previous suspicion has melted like a thaw.

...It's cute. And also a little worrying how quickly the kid went from clumsily threatening violence to making equally clumsy overtures of friendship. Link doesn't get it at all.

He doesn't have much opportunity to think about it. Now that he's deemed trustworthy enough to be allowed out of the tunnel entrance, Link can see far more of the temple. A piece of cloth catches his eye. It's a tarpaulin, Sheikah tan and red. Another thing different. He moves towards it. The kid follows him like a little shadow; the tallest tuft of feathers in that bright-blue crest barely reaches Link's shoulder.

Link has to put the drillshaft down to be able to navigate the ropes. He pulls the tarp away; what's underneath has him immediately reaching for a sword he isn't carrying. His heartbeat spikes. Swordless and not thinking clearly, he puts his arm in front of the kid like a futile shield --

"It's just a Guardian," the kid says, tugging Link's arm down. "Look, it's not even awake. They've been digging them up all over the place. Even here."

...Excavating Guardians. Yes, people used to do that, didn't they? But Link is used to the Guardians being dangerous. A horrible thought occurs to him and he blurts out, without thinking, "Have they dug up Vah Medoh?"

"...What's a medoh?" the kid asks, a note of confusion entering his voice, and Link has just enough time to think, 'oh', before –

– chime –

The first thing he registers is that Revali – the far too young Revali, who didn't know what Vah Medoh was – is gone.

So is the tarp, and the second thing he registers is the beeping, and the bright red target fixed on his chest.

Link grabs his shield and deflects the now-active Guardian's beam. The parried blast is enough to destroy it, though Link doesn't dare hang around to scavenge the pieces from the husk, because the noise has brought a half-dozen more eyes swivelling in search of him, bright blue cutting through the smoke and dust.

He grabs the drillshaft he'd dropped an eternity and scrambles for the Sheikah Slate, making a hasty retreat.

Later, as he makes camp half a continent away, he takes note of the drillshaft's condition: it's rusty, like it had lain abandoned in the temple for over a century.

It strikes Link that it has.

#flash fiction friday #fff238 #botw fic #sksw inspired #timeshift stones #in which Link is still catching up #and his new friend really needs to learn some stranger danger #revalink #(more vibes than ship atm)#(but this def. wants to be pre-revalink at the minimum)

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jadevalentine-writes · 10 months

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Playing TOTK makes my brain go brrrgh so have some pre-BOTW ZeLink fic ideas that have been rattling around in my head for the last month:

Zelda POV on Link obtaining the Master Sword. Spoiler Alert: she kind of resents him for it. It's a study on how natural his talent is whereas she has to try so hard to unlock her own.

A counterpoint that she did not always resent him. Background of how Link came to be in the royal guard and that one time he stepped in when an undercover Yiga Clan member snuck into an emissary's entourage and tried to knife Zelda. How Link kept guard at her bedroom door all night and when she finally passed out in a chair, he plopped her in bed and slept on the floor near her door.

When they embark on Zelda's power unlocking quest together.

When they arrive at an inn drenched and there is only one room left with a small bed.

When they are ambushed on the road and Zelda gets kicked from her horse. Link yanks her onto his and they skedaddle. It's only when they stop miles later that Link collapses off his horse with a abdomen wound. Wound tending and alightly panicked Zelda my beloved while Link calmly walks her through a field dressing.

Awkward times at Zora's Domain (aka Link and Mipha avoiding each other and baby Sidon sticking to Link like glue).

THE POOL OF COURAGE SCENE

Zelda complaining of Link to a young Impa and that Shiekah poet she used to adore.

Post-BOTW: Mornings in Hateno.

#zelink #zelink fic #botw fic #fic ideas #botw #breath of the wild #legend of zelda

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captain-lessship · 11 months

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Bonded Over Dislike Pt. 2

It had been a few weeks now. Since Zelda agreed to come get you before the next winter, you decided to make more friends in the village.

They welcomed you with open wings and you made the fair assumption that Rito are a very prideful group. You sat and observed them doing just about anything.

Some invited you to make carriers for their chicks. It was a eye shaped basket with a metal plate inside, then a mix of fur and feathers to keep the chicks comfortable and warm.

“Am I doing this right?” You asked as you carefully measured the fur to what one Rito told you.

“Yes but always do more. You can always take away but you can’t add without sacrificing the integrity.”

Some taught you how to fish. Which sounded basic but it is a rather amazing thing to witness. One will fly ahead and the others will follow behind with a net. Once a signal was given, the net would drop and the Rito would fly until the net gave significant resistance.

The fish they pulled up fed the village and you finally could teach the Rito some things.

All knights had a intense cooking course.

“Now, you take your rock salt and crush it up, this will season the fish. After the fish, add the greens. Some of the oils of the fish with flavor the greens. Then you add it to the rice and Ta da!” You turned and showed the bowl.

Those were the good days. But of course there were the other days.

“You’re holding it wrong!” Revali said, for the thirty eighth time. It was late, the sun rang out in a orange hue. You had been doing this since it hung right above you. Hours were spent and yet: nothing was accomplished.

“I am holding it right, it is just a shitty bow.”

“You’ll get a better bow when you do better with this one.”

“The children have better bows, Revali!” You huffed. You had a bent stick with a thick string that had broke several times.

“And they learned with these first.”

You threw down the bow, irritation reaching the peak, “It has been five weeks! It took you three to start ‘teaching’ me. Other than that, we have accomplished nothing. Zelda asked you to teach me so if you are not, I rather not waste time when I could easily teach myself.”

Revali looked you up and down. A smile coming to him, “Finally. I was wondering how long it would take.”

You were very confused and were getting angrier, through gritted teeth asked what he meant.

“I noticed that you seemed happy doing things outside of archery and I was testing to see if you would keep your eyes on the prize.”

“So you were testing me?”

“Yup! I-“ a shoe hit Revali.

“You are so… mean!” You huffed.

This made him laugh, “I know, I know but now,” he tossed back your shoe, “You can use this.”

From behind the tree he pulled a bow, a beautiful bow that was stained a deep caramel color and was wrapped with a beautiful deep blue fabric around the grip. You held it in your hands as if it was perfectly made to you. It was a art piece.

“It’s… Thank you!” You said, looking at your reflection in the shimmering varnish.

“Those weeks were spent making it.”

You suddenly felt a sense of regret about your inpatient attitude after seeing the obvious care that was taken to make it.

“It really means a lot!” You said, holding it properly. Revali handed you an arrow.

“Try it out. If it needs adjusting, I rather do it sooner than later.”

It then clicked, he made it for you. A huge smile came to your face.

You drew back the arrow and lined up with the target, with a breath out, the arrow flung from the bow and sharply launched into the target, slightly under the bullseye mark.

You smiled and turned to Revali, “Whatcha think about that!”

“It was great,” he noted, “for a first shot.”

You laughed, “I’m never going to get a verbal compliment from you, am I?”

“Not likely, now I think we should go enjoy dinner.”

Off the two of you went, talking about the bow itself.

As the sun dripped into the room, you stirred awake. You had come to enjoy sleeping in the hammock that the Rito slept peacefully in. You found a odd comfort in being able to rock yourself to sleep. The morning sun and quiet was healing in a way, it was never this quiet at the castle, noise never ceased there but here: nothing but the gentle breathing of the wind and creaking wood.

You sat up and began to get down when your eyes caught the sleeping form of Revali. His hammock was on the opposite side of the room and was slightly higher.

He was a decent roommate compared what you had to deal with at the castle. The house was always clean and he took care of the majority of the things and what he couldn’t or didn’t have time to, he humbly asked you, almost as if he was embarrassed.

It was much easier to sew with fingers.

You enjoyed the lack of a wake up bell, a sleep bell, a free time bell. There were no bells. You could spend your time as you wished, which was rare.

Looking around the house and thinking of the friends you had made, you wondered if you wanted to go back at all. True that you loved being a knight and would fight to your death for the royal family but did it make you whole?

This made you whole. This was living. You had control of yourself fully, nothing was timed, nothing was forced and there was very little competition.

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leadernovaandthemacare · 1 year

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Impa: Have you noticed that Sir Link does the work of a Prince Consort?

Zelda: SHHHHH!

Impa: [excited to see her ship sail]

Zelda: If Sir Link is made aware that he's been working above his pay grade he's going to ask for a raise!

Impa: [less excited because her ship is not sailing]

#legend of zelda fan fiction #BOTW fic #zelink fanfiction #zelink

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muchmossymess · 10 months

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Hey guys

I need you all to drop everything and go read this

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42899181/chapters/107774583

The fic is no one ever mentions fear by HopeStoryteller on ao3

Revalink fic where the champions have undied but whoops revalis an idiot and gets his memorys knocked tf out of his head and wanders off so now the rest of his friends can't find him and come infuriatingly close multiple times. But don't worry it gets worse

*slaps roof of this fic* this baby can fit so much plot and lore and love and care for its story and the characters and the world in it

It has ANGST it has FLUFF it has GAYS it has FEELS it has FOUND FAMILY it has COMPELLING CHARACTERS it has HUMOUR (that may or may not have made my family exile me from communal spaces for how often I was cackling madly) and IT IS COMPLETED!!!

Nearly 200,000 words spread over 32 beautiful chapters and it has not NEARLY as much attention as it deserves SO COME ON

GO READ IT

#also it is not solely focussed on revalink #there are so many characters that get their own moments and whole fucking arcs #you could read halfway into it and not notice and revalink #and from that point on youd have to be as dense as revali and link to not notice it #hrrrrmgnnnggg i feel like this cannot do justice to this piece of art it was so fucking good i am cured of anythign and everything now #also if anyone knows if the author is on tumblr PLEASE tell me i need to express my adoration to them #fanfic #fanfic rec #ao3 #botw #breath of the wild #botw fic #revalink fic #revalink #revali #link #urbosa #mipha #daruk #zelda #kass botw #fi skyward sword #<- but now in botw =D #this is not nearly all the characters but the tags would turn into and essay if i added all the ones that are quite important #so i had to limit myself to the SUPER major characters #even then probably forgot some #oh well

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amateurduhhh · 11 months

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Fight or Flight

Revali x Lurelin! Reader

Part 1

Summary: You are competing for the role of champion of the Hylians and consult Link's rival for some guidance to overcome him.

Content warnings: none

You cupped your hands over your cheeks and huffed into your palms to try and warm your face. Frost nipped at the tip of your nose and the tips of your ears and your body ached from the long journey, but it was completely worth it.

You had worn typical clothes of your home village; Linen pants and a blue fitted silk top. You had some woven shoes that were good for the beaches but thin for the trek of northern Hyrule. The weather was like nothing you had ever experienced and your attire had done little to shield from it. Being unprepared for this journey was not what you expected. The wool peacoat you spent a good sum on was hardly enough to block the breezes.

Your home in Lurelin was warm and perpetually pleasant. Rito Village, while seemed to be serene, soft breezes blowing your hair gently out of your face, it was much cooler than what you normally lived with. The lower temperature felt almost liberating, though.

As soon as you stepped foot within the village, you dropped to your knees at the goddess statue, clasping your hands and praying for strength.

"How long was your journey, little Hylian?" a voice had interrupted you. "My name is Veleni, I run the Rito village Inn."

You opened your eyes and stood before the Rito. He had dull red feathers and friendly dark eyes. Before you could reply, a second Rito approached from behind Veleni with a disapproving glare upon their face. "Leave the girl alone, Veleni, she just got here." The Rito had a similar look to them; red feathers and dark eyes. Their expression softened as it turned to you. "I'm so sorry, my name is Miche and my brother here doesn't know when to be subtle."

You smiled at them and shook your head. "No, it's quite alright. My name is (Y/N). I came from Lurelin Village."

Miche's eyes widened. "Lurelin?" She exclaimed. "Where is your horse? Surely you didn't come all the way here by foot?"

You bit down on your lip and shook your head. "My horse... she is too old to travel this far. I walked here," you told them.

"Please, come. We can get you a splendid Rito down bed. The most comfortable bed in Hyrule. After one night, you'll–"

"Thank you," you interrupted. "It's means a lot, but I cannot accept."

Miche waved her hands as if it was not a big deal. "Don't be silly, little hylian. It is complimentary. I wouldn't be able to sleep at night if you had not been well taken care of."

Your face flushed as Miche and Veleni urged you towards the inn. The hospitality warmed your heart, but a part of your chest pinched with guilt when faced with such generosity. "I appreciate your offer, but I'd much rather sit by a warm fire tonight instead."

Veleni raised a brow. "Really? I wouldn't want to deny you, but–"

You nodded.

"There is space for a camp on Revali's Landing if you insist. But please do not forget, the offer stands." Miche assured you.

You confirmed your decision. Opting out of potentially indebting yourself, as your father had once said; Everything has a price, some people just have more to pay with. You had absolutely nothing to pay with. Before leaving, you had prepared well, so that you would have no need to rely on anyone but yourself.

"Help yourself to the cooking pot, it's a few flights up, but completely free for anyone to use," Veleni said.

The sun was dimming in the distance. The sunset was much more visible than in your home village because the village's foundation was in the sky. It seemed everything in Rito village could be seen with a bird's eye view. Time included. There would be enough time to make a small meal and maybe enough daylight left to visit the Rito elder.

You found the cooking pot that Veleni had told you about. There, some young Rito children had been finishing their meals. For dinner, you warm yourself up with spicy meat and seafood fry. While you ate, the group of fledglings sparked some conversations with you. They were just as amazed you had come from so far.

"Aren't you cold?" one of the Rito boys squawked.

"She's a warrior, Filo," a Rito girl gestured to your bow and sword. "She can handle a little cold."

You were silent as the children made up their theories about you. A soft smile formed on your lips when they began asking you about the monsters you fought on your way to Rito Village. You scooped the last of your food into your mouth and washed out the bowl. Once all of your belongings were packed together you asked the young Ritos where the Rito elder is.

"The elder? He's at the very top, you can't miss him."

"Thank you." You left the children with some sweets from Lurelin that you brought. It seemed only right as young and as helpful as they were.

The number of stairs this village had began to frustrate you. Had you not traveled enough? Eventually you reached the top. There was no time for rest. Often when you felt the urge to rest, the thought of the other hylian swordsman, Link, clouded the temptation.

You and Link were the only two contenders for the spot of the champion of the Hylians. You both were highly skilled fighters, trained in both swordsmanship and archery. You are also quite skilled in hand to hand combat, unlike Link, but even so, you were still at a major disadvantage.

Link was the son of a knight and possessed a gift to slow time in battle. He can hyperfocus midair and zero in on a target suspended in air. He was born in the royal guard, hailing from a bloodline of warriors. It seemed like it would only be natural for him.

It seemed the cards were stacked against you, but you couldn't give up.

The Elder was a large green parrot-like Rito. They stood well above another Rito who they conversed with, who was an elderly peach colored Rito. You felt awkward approaching them, especially at this hour.

"Excuse me, sir," you cleared your throat. "Elder Myla?"

The elderly Rito turned to see you. She looked surprised to see a Hylian, but face was bitter. She sized you up and took a step backwards. The Elder on the other hand had a neutral expression, but still remained pleasant.

"You are dismissed, Jeyll." Myla told the elderly Rito. He looked back at you and rose a brow. "What can I help you with, young Hylian?" He shifted his neck, seemingly to get a better look at you. "Where are you coming from?"

"My name is (Y/N) and I come from Lurelin Village," you said. "I am seeking out the Rito Champion, Revali. If you could tell me how I can contact him, I offer a golden rupee and three ruby gems." The price was steep, but you had to pay whatever needed to see him.

Myla seemed amused by your firmness. He could tell you were honorable and strong. You had a fisherman's shield, a golden bow and a Soldier's broadsword. Your weapons came from all over the world.

"Young (Y/N), you look like a warrior." Myla noticed. "Tell me about your training?"

"I am self taught mostly. I am the first line of defense for my village."

"I trust you know your way around a bow. I sense you mean business and do not intend to waste any time. For that reason, your offer is not necessary. Master Revali spends most of his time training at the flight range, should you not be able to reach him, let me know."

Your eyes lit up like electricity.

"Well, what do we have here?" A voice as timber as the Great Hyrule Forest sang behind you. "Giving out my precious time, are we, Myla?" It belonged to the Rito you were looking for. "I am a busy man, you know?"

You furrowed a brow. This... is the Rito Champion? you thought to yourself. He was shorter than other Rito. Not to mention his attitude seemed a little cold. The more you thought on it, it was fitting.

"Revali, this hylian girl comes from Lurelin," Myla reported.

"Lurel–" Even Revali, try as he might, couldn't hide his amazement. He crossed his wings and widened his eyes at you. After a second, his eyes narrowed. He laughed. "Oh, I see. It's obvious, just looking at the way you're dressed, you must be freezing."

"I am the only warrior from my village, Master Revali. I need to speak with you, warrior to warrior."

He skeptically sized you up, his eyes surveying you from head to toe. "Well then, nobody travels all the way from Lurelin if it isn't important, suppose. Meet me on the landing at the entrance of the village first thing tomorrow morning. Us Rito are early birds, so don't oversleep."

An enormous weight lifted from your shoulders. For a split second, you had thought to drop to your knees and thank him, but refrained. "Thank you, Master Revali. I will not disappoint you."

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Next part here (when available)

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riverwritesfanfiction · 6 months

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When The Storm Comes (i'll be by your side)

INFO!!!

Link/Revali

In progress

7.4k words

A good ol' fashioned "this dude hates my guts for no reason" to lovers with a dash of hurt/comfort and nightmares. Featuring all your favorites, such as a selectively mute Link and a (kinda) human Revali!

Excerpt:

When Link was a kid, he dreamed of being a hero.

No, literally. His dreams were haunted by visions- or maybe memories- of fighting and monsters and villains. In his dreams, he fought and fought and fought and still never won. The monsters always came back.

He would wake up screaming almost every night. His parents were at a loss of what to do. No one knew what was causing these nightmares.

Sometimes, he would dream of things other than fighting. Golden hair, giant birds, an ocarina, lives that weren't quite his.

One night, he dreamt of a sword. It spoke to him. Not with words, but it spoke. It beckoned him. He knew he had to find it- he didn't want to. He didn't have any choice.

The next morning, his parents found his bed empty. He didn't return until late in the evening, carrying a sword and looking more drained than anyone ever should be.

And, well, everyone knows the story after that. The "chosen hero, wielding the sword that seals the darkness." The prodigy child. The knight.

He still got nightmares.

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leighsartworks216 · 11 months

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As You Wish

Ganondorf x gn!Captain!reader/no-name OC

Edit: changed the name bc i hated it

Soft ganon is my fav ganon could you tell??

Wrote this with BOTW/TOTK Ganondorf in mind but it could probably be read with other versions

Warnings: none, just fluff

Word Count: 570

Masterlist

AO3

“You need a break.”

The Captain of the Guard turned their head to scan the side-entrance as a ploy to hide their smile. This was not the first time he suggested a break, nor would it be the last.

“If you’ll remember, it was you who assigned me to this post, Your Lordship.” They risked a glance over their shoulder. The Gerudo King held his cheek in his palm, elbow propped against the arm of his throne. A grin stretched across his face. It was so rare for him to display his emotions so openly when at work; they were almost transfixed by the sight. “It is my duty to protect you at all hours of the day, from anyone who should dare to threaten His Majesty.”

A deep chuckle rumbled low in his chest. “The Kingdom went to sleep hours ago.”

“Nighttime is the perfect cover for an assassination.”

“We are surrounded by layers of protection,” he countered, teasing. “A slew of warriors between us and the front gate, all prepared to deal with intruders. If anything did happen, they would raise an alarm.”

“Your Highness has not retired for the night.” They faced forward once more. Their ornate, golden spear glinted in the moonlight pouring through the sandstone windows and open doorways. The only other light came from torches scattered throughout the room, keeping the chill at bay. “I am not permitted to leave my post until my King does so.”

He chuckled, a deep, warm rumble. “And if I choose to remain here all night?”

“Then I shall guard you all night.”

They listened as he stood from the chair, heavy footfalls carrying him closer and jewelry clinking together gently with every motion. His large chest hovered close behind them, radiating heat like the desert sun so close to their skin. His nose pressed lightly against their hair.

“And if I asked you to join me?”

Even after all this time, their heart picked up. They could imagine his smirk as he realized this as well. “If that is what His Majesty wishes.”

He hm’d. Golden eyes watched carefully as he slid a large hand around their waist. As expected of his Captain, they did not flinch away or fall out of formation, even as he brushed against skin left exposed by their armor. Professional to the end of their shift, always. He dropped his head to their shoulder and nuzzled his large nose into their soft neck, pressing against the pulse point just beneath their jaw.

“And if I asked what you wished?” he purred lowly.

They smiled. Finally, their muscles relaxed beneath his touch. It was intoxicating to feel their trust fall implicitly into his hands. They turned around in his arms and carefully undid the elaborate jewelry keeping his hair up.

“I wish to spend the night with my husband.”

Oh, the love in his eyes. His smile rivaled the warmth of the burning sun, and the softness of fine, Gerudo fabrics. For a moment, he rested their foreheads together and lingered, basked in the presence of his beloved. He could not imagine another soul filling the spot reserved in his heart as perfectly as they did, and he did not wish for anyone else to try.

They shared a brief kiss in the moonlight. It was late enough already, there was no point in delaying rest any longer. “As you wish, my love.”

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hero-of-fortune · 2 months

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designs for ganondorf from a botw good guy eventual gan/zelda/link fic im workin on rn! We’ve got his main design, a ~12 year old portrait, and the titty version requested by my hornie friend <3

he’s just a guy really!!! He fights with a big ass shield and magic sparkle sparkle he enjoys sand seal surfing and studying,,, he taught himself hylian language and writing yippee he’s a big softie and he takes care of his tiny hylian wife and husband <3

I combined elements from the gerudo voe and vai outfits as well as totk ganondorf for his design! He did have an awkward teenage phase where he had groose hair tbh but now he’s got pretty luscious locks.

Here is my ao3 in case you wanna read it, it’ll probably be out in a month or two i write pretty slow haha i’ll update when i post it mwah

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hopelessbluebird · 10 months

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Love how Teba sent a feral, battle sick, arsonist after his kid and expected him NOT to come back with a traumatising destiny and knowledge on how to start a fire anywhere anytime

#tears of the kingdom #engraved;aloz fic #botw fic #link #tulin

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zellink · 3 months

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all the bells say

a pre-calamity zelink longfic. [chapter 1 of 28 // Act 0 of 5]

>> Read Act 0: "Genesis / Heavy" on AO3

Summary:

Rating: M Main Tags: canon compliant / angst with a happy ending / character study / romance / slow burn / all the goddamn tension. / mutual pining / self-doubt / following all the botw memories / Zelda is an unreliable narrator / Link is so hopelessly in love (until it's not) What will you do with what you've been given when the story forever tolls the same way? Link and Zelda, the Calamity, and their tale of inevitability and doom, and most of all, of love.

Notes:

Here I am, 7 years late to the party, 3 years after witnessing my boyfriend first play BOTW, with a Starbucks in hand and yet another pre-Calamity long fic that absolutely nobody asked for. But I have to do it. I have to bounce these two blonde elves in my head indefinitely and breathe life into my many, many headcanons.

All my love and thanks to my trench buddy and writing soulmate @1up-girl for all your invaluable beta'ing, brainrotting, and everything in between—I seriously owe you forever and ever. Thousands of thanks to the lovely @mustardcheesedog for your amazing energy and hype as an early reader and the daily zelink brainrot.

I also wanna to thank @milkywayes for doing the beautiful banner art for Bells; for understanding my vision and for all the conversations we've had about zelink—headcanons concocted in our DMs that I eventually adopted into this fic.

Fic title taken from the famous John Berryman poem, "Dream Song 29".

~~~ Please go to the fic page on AO3 and read the extended author's note in the beginning for warnings! ~~~

Anyway..... here's Act 0, y'all!

Act 0: Genesis / Heavy

There sat down, once, a thing on Henry's heart só heavy, if he had a hundred years & more, & weeping, sleepless, in all them time Henry could not make good. […] Ghastly, with open eyes, he attends, blind. All the bells say: too late. This is not for tears; thinking. “Dream Song 29” - John Berryman

Link is no stranger to death.

At five years old, he’s already witnessed more than his peers ever would. Growing up at a farm can do that to a kid. Cows, lambs, cuccos—all to the slaughter for sustenance, for profit. He stations himself beside Father and Mother as they butcher them to sell at the family shop. He’s also seen Father shoot countless deers and elk during their leisure hunts whenever Father is back home from Castle Town. More often than not, Father would let him borrow his old bow, and Link would contribute to their hunt, too.

But then Link’s pet fish dies one afternoon—a fat white freshwater carp with gold and black splotches he named Goldie—and he weeps and weeps in Mother’s lap. Goldie was his friend. Goldie was always there in the morning when he would wake up, and was there at night before he’d go to bed. But now Goldie is floating in the pond, its tiny mouth agape.

Mother strokes his hair. “It’s okay, Link. Goldie is with the Goddess, now.”

“Can I be with the Goddess, too?” he asks. Snot runs down his nose.

“Well, no.” Mother huffs a laugh. “Where Goldie is… we cannot go there. But what you can do is pray.”

Link withdraws his head from Mother’s lap. He wipes the tears from his face with the heel of his palms.

“Can we pray together, Mom?”

At that, something unreadable passes through Mother’s face. Her blue eyes turn steely.

“You can pray, Link,” she says, something sad about her small smile. “I won’t join. But we can arrange a funeral for Goldie, if you would like that?”

So they spend the rest of the day gathering flowers from the brambles that surround their estate until Mother’s wicker basket is full of white roses, blue nightshades, and armoranths. Mother also allows him to use the small wooden box that sits atop her vanity—a coffin perfect for Goldie. Mother says that it’s a box that used to house a necklace she bought and gave to Father long ago, but that necklace is long lost, so she has no use for it now.

Link wraps Goldie in an old rag and lays it gently inside the box. Then, they dig a hole in their backyard and bury the box and Goldie in it. He cries again, but not as hard as earlier. He clasps his hands in front of his chest, shuts his eyes, and utters his prayers aloud.

“Goddess Hylia, please welcome Goldie in your loving arms, give it many, many worms to eat, and bring it back as a strong and healthy fish in its next life.” Let its next life start tomorrow, please, Link does not say aloud.

When they make it back inside the living room, Father is already there, sitting at the dining table with a cup of coffee. He asks about what they have been up to, and Link answers honestly. Father doesn’t press on, and he looks rather exhausted, so Link goes back into his bedroom and closes the door behind him.

He climbs into his bed and crawls toward the far end of the wall, looking out from the window and into the backyard. He sees it—a small grave by the shrubs, complete with a rock roughly the shape of an oval as the tombstone, with flowers surrounding the little plot of land.

He hears voices from beyond his bedroom door.

“I don’t think it is best for us to go soft on him.”

“Wha— soft? He is five and his pet just died!”

“And you helped him throw a funeral. For a fish.”

“Because he’s just a child!”

There’s a grating sound—a chair being dragged on the floor. “Well, he’s always said that he wants to become a knight. Then we must prepare him for such an occupation.”

“Being a knight does not mean he can’t feel emotions.”

“Eleana, being a knight is not easy. He will see hundreds of deaths in his lifetime. The next death he’ll witness won’t be of a fish, but of a comrade. I just want to prepare him for when he eventually becomes one.”

“Well—” a pause, “—then I hope, for Link’s sake, he never becomes one.”

Link, however, doesn’t pay much attention to his parents’ conversation. Instead, he imagines Goldie wiggling its way past the layers of cloth and wood and soil, flopping around the backyard until it finds its way to the pond again. Once everybody is asleep Goldie will rise up from its grave, he thinks. He prayed to the Goddess, after all.

But come morning, the pond is still empty, and Goldie remains lifeless in its little coffin.

And he never sheds another tear after that.

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Link is no stranger to death, and no stranger to funerals, either.

A year after Goldie’s humble funeral in his backyard in Hateno Village, Father must attend one of the most important funerals in the kingdom for as long as Link can remember.

(Well, six years is quite long for him, anyway.)

So here he is, holding Mother’s gloved hand, in the congregation at the Grand Chapel of Hyrule Castle. It’s a sad occasion, of course—everyone’s wearing black, all the women have their faces obscured with a veil, and he can hear sniffles from the crowd. But Link also can’t wait to tell his friends back home of his first real experience in the castle.

There are speeches, sermons, hymns, and many, many other long-drawn-out processions that he has no choice but to zone out on. But once the burial is over, Link is rather excited, because the Royal Guards (and by extension, Father) must accompany the Prince Consort to the Sanctum for an intimate reception.

The Sanctum is grand—big, luxurious, grand. Red velvet is draped everywhere—the thrones, the floor, the curtains, the banners. There’s also a lot of gold, and streaks of blue here and there. Link likes the blue the most.

When Father makes his way through the crowd to find Link and Mother, Link knows it’s time. He straightens his back, draws his chin a little bit higher, and follows Father.

“This is pretty exciting, right, Mom?” Link whispers. “Meeting the Prince!”

“The King,” Father corrects him. “He was the Prince, and now, without the Queen, he has become the King.” He sounds annoyed. “Please don’t make that mistake in front of His Majesty.”

Link clears his throat. “Sorry, Father.”

He gazes up at Mother again, but she’s quiet, and it’s hard to look past her veil.

They climb the grand marble staircase leading to the floating dais above the room, and find a large man standing in front of the throne.

Father and Mother immediately drop to their knees. Link follows suit.

“Your Majesty,” Father says, his head bowed.

“Sir William! Please, no need for this,” the King’s voice booms. Father rises, followed by Mother, and then Link. “I am very pleased to see you again, Lady Eleana. It’s been too long.” The King sounds friendly, but there’s a lot of sadness at the edge of his voice. That makes sense, Link thinks. He just lost his wife.

Then, the King sets his eyes on Link.

Link’s hands feel clammy, all of a sudden.

“And you, young boy—how you have grown! It was not that long ago when your father brought you as an infant to the Castle to celebrate my daughter’s birth,” he says. Link can only muster up a nod and a shaky smile. “Speaking of—” the King turns around to shoo something from his back. “Don’t just hide! Introduce yourself.”

From behind the King’s robe, a little girl emerges, clad in a black dress and a black surcoat. Her face, however, isn’t covered with a veil like the other women, and the first thing Link notices is how golden her hair is compared to the rest of her outfit. It’s almost blinding.

The second thing Link notices is how green her eyes are. Very green. Like grass, like trees. Like the forests that he likes to spend time in.

The girl extends a gloved hand. Palm facing down.

“I’m Princess Zelda,” she says. “Nice to meet you.”

Link takes her hand in a gentlemanly way that Father has taught him when greeting noblewomen. His thumb pad rests on her knuckles. His left hand rises to splay over his right breast. Then, he puts one foot in front of the other and bends his knees, bowing his head.

“Nice to meet you, Princess,” he says. “My name is Link.”

As he straightens up again, Link finds it hard to let go of her hand. The Princess doesn’t, either; her forest green gaze is still piercing through his eyes. It feels like vines are growing out of his wrist and twining around his hand and the Princess’.

“Hello, Link,” she says.

Oh, his heart is racing.

Father lets out a cough, and the vines vanish. Link withdraws his hand as if shocked by a jolt of electricity. The Princess lets her arm fall limp at her side once more, but her eyes are still on him. Mother grabs him by his shoulders, pulling him back to stand next to her again.

“Your Majesty, once again, Eleana, Link, and I would like to offer our deepest condolences for your loss,” Father says. “For this kingdom’s loss. The Queen is—was—a strong and wise monarch, and as a people, we shall mourn her absence forevermore.” His lips are trembling a little, Link notes. He’s never seen that on Father before.

“Thank you, Sir William,” the King says. “You were a steadfast presence in her life, truly.” At that, Mother’s grip tightens. Link tilts his head up to look at her, but is met with that layer of veil again. “Well, I must be on my way. Duty calls upon us all, after all.”

With one last bow from Father, Mother, and Link himself, the King makes his way toward the other end of the dais and descends the opposite staircase. The Princess follows, her back straight and steps never once faltering.

She doesn’t turn back to cast one last glance at his family, but Link watches and watches and watches. He’s still watching as she disappears beneath the grand archway that leads further into the castle.

On the walk back to Castle Town where Father resides, Link feels something heavy settling in his gut. Like his little inconsequential life makes sense, all of a sudden. Like being six years old doesn’t really matter because, in that moment, he feels like there are hundreds of ancient men residing within the confines of his bones. And all those men are whispering the same name over and over.

The name he heard just a half hour ago.

So he speaks up.

“Father, I think I’m ready to really train,” he says. “I really wanna be in the Royal Guard.”

Father laughs.

Mother, beneath her black veil, stays quiet.

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