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Revalink family: Christmas edition

This is suitable for all ages. So, let's go!

<It was a particularly cold night. Despite being a knight trained to survive even the most extreme climates, the cold of Tabantha was always particularly difficult. 

However, there was nothing that orni feathers couldn't keep him warm from, especially when they were attached to a real one. 

“Can you let me go now?” said orni complained, though he made no pretense of moving away either. 

Link in response only buried his face further, taking advantage of the fact that he had removed his armor, giving him easy access to his feathered chest. 

The orni snorted, “For the chosen goddess and wielder of the sword that seals the darkness, you're worse than a newborn chick when it's cold”

Link let out a choked noise against his feathers that he interpreted as a mischievous giggle, so he took his fringe between his beak and pulled it, drawing a whimper from him. 

“You're the worst” scolded. “But it's also my fault for spoiling you.”

Link frowned at him, but his expression relaxed and then he twisted a small smile, causing a warmth to rise in his chest. He would never get used to seeing that cold, serious face turn warm and sweet. 

“Vali”

He should feel pathetic for fluffing up at that nickname, for hearing it come out of those lips almost always pressed together in a thin line, for calling it with that raspy, ungentle tone. But it was Link, his Link, using his voice, the one that almost never let itself be heard other than whimpers during training or in little whispers with the princess.

 Link, who had chosen him. Link, whom he could now call him ‘mine’.

Before he could respond a few hiccups let themselves be heard. And soon they turned into a loud cry, demanding attention. 

It was there that Link finally pulled away and, with impressive speed, went to the crib a few feet away from them, pulling the six-month-old baby out of it.

“Shhh, don't cry, Gale” whispered. And Revali could only fall more in love hearing him talk to his son with such tenderness “Are you hungry already?”

“Of course he is. He's a big eater like you” complained Revali, but he was already stoking the flame of the cauldron and pouring clean water while he took a bottle out of the small cupboard he had made to keep the baby's things “I only hope he doesn't eat rocks when he grows up”

Link looked at him a little scowling at that, but his gaze softened as he watched him prepare the bottle. Revali pretended not to notice, but the raised feathers on the back of his neck said it all. 

Minutes passed between the Hylian trying to soothe the baby and Revali preparing the milk. Sooner rather than later, he handed him the bottle and without waiting, little Gale began to drink it.

Revali stood behind and tucked them both in his wings, resting his beak on the blond hair, admiring his son's eating. 

That moment on the eve of the winter holidays, watching his son being carried by Link, who had removed his gloves to better maneuver, revealing a simple golden wedding ring on his finger, matching the one he wore as a necklace around his neck, Revali thought that this was all he wanted once they defeated Ganon and the calamity. 

And he would fight to protect them>

“This is for me?”

His son's voice snapped him out of his reverie. Looking up from his steaming cup of tea, Revali saw for a second the little baby of his memories, chubby and pink, with just a fuzz of blue hair on his head and his big green eyes sparkling. And as he blinked he was gone but instead there was a young man in his twenties, much more mature in features but still youthful, the fuzz now a long braided blue hair reaching to his hip. However the big green eyes hadn't changed, they were still sparkling, perhaps a little sharp with age, but they still had that spark of sweetness that only someone like Link could have inherited from him. 

“Who else?” he teased. “Of course, if you want to give me the bow, I'll gladly take it”

“In your dreams!” he squealed, hugging the exotic red bow and rubbing his cheek against the wood as if it were some kind of stuffed animal “This beauty will go into my collection”

“Just don't go upholstering the house with bows," Link's voice, more mature and tired, echoed in the home “Or we'll run out of space”

“Says the one who had special racks in his house to put his weapons on the wall?” scoffed Revali. 

He proudly watched the face almost the same as his memories of 100 years ago turn pink with embarrassment, trapped. 

Gale laughed and Revali looked at his husband with his trademark smug smile. In response Link averted his face, frowning, yet he did not pull away from the orni's embrace, which kept a wing around him, providing warmth on that particularly cold night. 

“You had to be father and son” he claimed. 

“Don't compare me to that smug” Gale pointed out. 

Revali gave him a bad look, "What did you say, you little brat?

Link twisted his mouth into a smirk as the two began to argue, taking a sip of his still warm tea. 

And even between the argument, his husband not supporting him and his son being a little insolent, Revali could only think of one thing. 

That despite his defeat, he had gotten his family back. And as spiteful as he was, he should thank the goddess Hylia for that. 

He had a second chance and he wasn't going to waste it.

*-*-*-*-*

Well probably this is a little confusing, but I really wanna post this beautiful commission and my little Revalink history with it!

The boy from the left is Gale, my revalink fanchild. I'm still working in his story btw, this is one of the three finals I have for him, the happier one!

The art was a commission from Bluetokii in Twitter/X! Please check her commission sheet! They're one of my favorite artist ✨

Also this is my little contribution for @revalinkweek so hope you like it!

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Revalink family: Christmas edition

This is suitable for all ages. So, let's go!

<It was a particularly cold night. Despite being a knight trained to survive even the most extreme climates, the cold of Tabantha was always particularly difficult. 

However, there was nothing that orni feathers couldn't keep him warm from, especially when they were attached to a real one. 

“Can you let me go now?” said orni complained, though he made no pretense of moving away either. 

Link in response only buried his face further, taking advantage of the fact that he had removed his armor, giving him easy access to his feathered chest. 

The orni snorted, “For the chosen goddess and wielder of the sword that seals the darkness, you're worse than a newborn chick when it's cold”

Link let out a choked noise against his feathers that he interpreted as a mischievous giggle, so he took his fringe between his beak and pulled it, drawing a whimper from him. 

“You're the worst” scolded. “But it's also my fault for spoiling you.”

Link frowned at him, but his expression relaxed and then he twisted a small smile, causing a warmth to rise in his chest. He would never get used to seeing that cold, serious face turn warm and sweet. 

“Vali”

He should feel pathetic for fluffing up at that nickname, for hearing it come out of those lips almost always pressed together in a thin line, for calling it with that raspy, ungentle tone. But it was Link, his Link, using his voice, the one that almost never let itself be heard other than whimpers during training or in little whispers with the princess.

 Link, who had chosen him. Link, whom he could now call him ‘mine’.

Before he could respond a few hiccups let themselves be heard. And soon they turned into a loud cry, demanding attention. 

It was there that Link finally pulled away and, with impressive speed, went to the crib a few feet away from them, pulling the six-month-old baby out of it.

“Shhh, don't cry, Gale” whispered. And Revali could only fall more in love hearing him talk to his son with such tenderness “Are you hungry already?”

“Of course he is. He's a big eater like you” complained Revali, but he was already stoking the flame of the cauldron and pouring clean water while he took a bottle out of the small cupboard he had made to keep the baby's things “I only hope he doesn't eat rocks when he grows up”

Link looked at him a little scowling at that, but his gaze softened as he watched him prepare the bottle. Revali pretended not to notice, but the raised feathers on the back of his neck said it all. 

Minutes passed between the Hylian trying to soothe the baby and Revali preparing the milk. Sooner rather than later, he handed him the bottle and without waiting, little Gale began to drink it.

Revali stood behind and tucked them both in his wings, resting his beak on the blond hair, admiring his son's eating. 

That moment on the eve of the winter holidays, watching his son being carried by Link, who had removed his gloves to better maneuver, revealing a simple golden wedding ring on his finger, matching the one he wore as a necklace around his neck, Revali thought that this was all he wanted once they defeated Ganon and the calamity. 

And he would fight to protect them>

“This is for me?”

His son's voice snapped him out of his reverie. Looking up from his steaming cup of tea, Revali saw for a second the little baby of his memories, chubby and pink, with just a fuzz of blue hair on his head and his big green eyes sparkling. And as he blinked he was gone but instead there was a young man in his twenties, much more mature in features but still youthful, the fuzz now a long braided blue hair reaching to his hip. However the big green eyes hadn't changed, they were still sparkling, perhaps a little sharp with age, but they still had that spark of sweetness that only someone like Link could have inherited from him. 

“Who else?” he teased. “Of course, if you want to give me the bow, I'll gladly take it”

“In your dreams!” he squealed, hugging the exotic red bow and rubbing his cheek against the wood as if it were some kind of stuffed animal “This beauty will go into my collection”

“Just don't go upholstering the house with bows," Link's voice, more mature and tired, echoed in the home “Or we'll run out of space”

“Says the one who had special racks in his house to put his weapons on the wall?” scoffed Revali. 

He proudly watched the face almost the same as his memories of 100 years ago turn pink with embarrassment, trapped. 

Gale laughed and Revali looked at his husband with his trademark smug smile. In response Link averted his face, frowning, yet he did not pull away from the orni's embrace, which kept a wing around him, providing warmth on that particularly cold night. 

“You had to be father and son” he claimed. 

“Don't compare me to that smug” Gale pointed out. 

Revali gave him a bad look, "What did you say, you little brat?

Link twisted his mouth into a smirk as the two began to argue, taking a sip of his still warm tea. 

And even between the argument, his husband not supporting him and his son being a little insolent, Revali could only think of one thing. 

That despite his defeat, he had gotten his family back. And as spiteful as he was, he should thank the goddess Hylia for that. 

He had a second chance and he wasn't going to waste it.

*-*-*-*-*

Well probably this is a little confusing, but I really wanna post this beautiful commission and my little Revalink history with it!

The boy from the left is Gale, my revalink fanchild. I'm still working in his story btw, this is one of the three finals I have for him, the happier one!

The art was a commission from Bluetokii in Twitter/X! Please check her commission sheet! They're one of my favorite artist ✨

Also this is my little contribution for @revalinkweek so hope you like it!