#botw fic

[mytemporarycomfort]

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.

[zellink]

all the bells say - chapter 15: Bolthole

a pre-calamity zelink longfic. [M-rated // chapter 15 of 28 // Act 3 of 5]

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

Chapter excerpt:

She could stay standing in front of her private quarters the whole evening—just talk to him underneath the illumination of the torches lining the hall, and maybe when the music plays, they can hear it from here, too, and she can finally dance with him, hold him close and be held close by him—Gods, what a rush of joy that’d bring her— But duty calls, so they must go. “All right, then,” Zelda says, stepping around him, careful not to let any of her limbs brush his—afraid she won’t be able to let go if they do. “Let’s head to the ballroom.”

>>Read chapter on AO3

[leighsartworks216]

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.

[iwantmasterkohga]

SNEAK PEAK OF THE KOHGA X SOOGA FIC COOKING

By no means, was Sooga weak.

No, perish the thought. He was a wonder to all associated with the clan, and even beyond. His physique alone made enemies tremble, his powerful hands could summon tornados, he could move faster than a enraged lynel, he could shake the earth, he was unstoppable- the reincarnation of power itself, a force one wouldn’t dare reckon with..

But, beneath all of that, deep down, he was soft. He was anxious. He was sensitive. But overall..

He was actually deeply in love.

Gah, what a humiliating misstep.

The right hand of the inverted eye does not fall in love.

Especially not with the one he was sworn to protect

The one whom he owed his life to

No, it just wouldn’t do.

Writing old men in love are like jingling keys infront of a baby for me.

[daydreaming-in-hyrule]

𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗘𝗦𝗖𝗢𝗥𝗧 𝗢𝗙 𝗟𝗔𝗗𝗬 𝗟𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚 (prologue)

synopsis: tales of old will always regale the listener with praises and recognition of the feats of esteemed gerudo champion urbosa. but time wears thin on the stories of pivotal companions, and most of them will ultimately leave out one vai, arguably just as important — a warrior, an advisor, a personal guard. most of all… a friend, and yet so much more; the chief’s light in the approaching darkness.

pairing: urbosa x f!gerudo!reader [reader is her personal guard & advisor]

word count: 544

warnings: use of Y/N, urbosa’s mother’s name is azrah, and reader’s mom’s name is isir. also a little bit of my idea of how urbosa’s lightning abilities were first discovered :)

a/n: not yet onto the main storyline! originally I was gonna just dive right in and start with the cutscene of her entrance in age of calamity, but I thought it’d fit together better if there’s a prologue and a little bit of introduction first. and I adore the idea of urbosa’s hair just sticking up all the time as a child bc she hasn’t learnt to fully control her lightning, I think it’d be so cute 💕

anyways, enjoy! <3

After a whole week of steadily rising temperatures that made even the desert-adapted citizens of Gerudo Town suffer, the scorching sun seemed to have taken mercy on the town. Children played in the streets, and vendors’ loud sales pitches rang through the air.

The Gerudo chieftain stood underneath the minimal shade of a palm tree, her personal guard standing to attention beside her. Their eyes followed the movements of two children, playing together with loud giggles and shouts that could probably be heard even from across town.

“They grow up so fast, don’t they? It feels like only yesterday when they drew their first breaths.” The chief’s tone carried a hint of nostalgia, as if memories from her own childhood were stealing their way into her thoughts.

“It truly does, my lady.”

“I am sure it’ll be no time at all till they’re grown… and then my daughter will take the throne.” The chief paused, shifting her gaze to her daughter’s playmate. “And what of your little one, Isir? You plan on beginning her training when she is of age, and inducting her into the guard?”

“Yes, Lady Azrah. I come from a long line of chiefly guards; it is only natural that I give her the training she needs to prepare her, should she be chosen as the next chief’s personal escort.”

A flash of yellow light caught Azrah’s eye and she looked at the children in surprise. “Isir… did you see that light? What was—”

The guard turned to the girls and alarm flared in her eyes. “Hey! Y/N! Put that down!”

Isir rushed forward to gently pull the small dagger out of her daughter’s hands, the blade glinting in the sunlight as she took it away from the children. Her child pouted, and Azrah’s daughter gave a little whine of protest.

“But Isir! We were playing Guards and Thieves!”

“Urbosa, you can do that without the knife,” Azrah crouched to place her hand on the little vai’s shoulder, unable to stop a smile from forming as she brushed a lock of unruly red hair from her daughter’s forehead. “Now, run along. I’m sure Hefza will give you a voltfruit — but only if you ask nicely.”

Urbosa’s eyes lit up again and she grinned, grabbing Y/N’s hand and turning to rush off into the streets to find the vendor. Azrah watched the children run off, a small frown creasing the space between her eyebrows. She could’ve sworn that she saw… something crackling, wreathing around Urbosa’s fingers. Something that charged the air around the girl and put a metallic taste in Azrah’s mouth. Perhaps there was a reason Urbosa’s hair refused to lay flat for more than five minutes at a time.

The Sage’s gift… could it be? But that would mean—

“My chief, with all due respect, I think those two will drive poor Hefza up the wall. As it is, she’s one of the few vendors who humour them in their little games.”

Azrah laughed at Isir’s wry words, turning to her guard. “We’ll pull them out if — no, when — she tires of being the Thief in their game. Until then… let them play, Isir. Let them be children. These carefree times will desert them sooner than you think.”

divider credits: @/saradika-graphics

[astro-nomaly]

You. You guys should read my Ninjago x botw fic. It updates tomorrow. I’m very proud of her 👉👈

[hopelessbluebird]

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 :’)

[only-by-the-stars]

Chapters: 38/46 Fandom: The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild, The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom, The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Link/Mipha (Legend of Zelda), Mipha & Prince Sidon Characters: Mipha (Legend of Zelda), Link (Legend of Zelda), Zelda (Legend of Zelda), King Rhoam Bosphoramus Hyrule, King Dorephan, Prince Sidon, Impa (Legend of Zelda), Purah (Legend of Zelda), Robbie (Legend of Zelda), Kass (Legend of Zelda), Hestu (Legend of Zelda), Teba (Legend of Zelda), Yunobo (Legend of Zelda), Riju (Legend of Zelda), Revali (Legend of Zelda), Daruk (Legend of Zelda), Urbosa (Legend of Zelda), Paya (Legend of Zelda), Jerrin (Legend of Zelda) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Retelling, Amnesia, protagonist mipha rights, i'm gonna be taking some liberties here, with various things, this is a story about mipha saving the world and making a lot of friends along the way, Idiots in Love Series: Part 2 of Mipha's Ballad Summary:

One hundred years after the Great Calamity ravaged Hyrule, a Zora awakens on the Great Plateau. Bereft of her memories, she finds herself adrift in a strange land that needs her help, and soon discovers that she is its only hope. Plagued by questions and doubts, she nevertheless commits herself to a role she was never meant to have. [Inspired by/based on the "Mipha's Grace" playable Mipha mod.]

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Chapter 38, in which Mipha and Riju continue their exploration of Vah Naboris and Mipha learns secrets about Gerudo Town...

[marimbles]

Forgot to post my piece for Residents of the Wild, a zine focused on NPCs from BotW! This is basically my silly version of the sand boots side quest from BotW. (Shoutout to @botwdialogue for documenting all the dialogue for the entire quest—that was such a helpful reference! X)

Word count: 2k

These Boots Are Made for Jogging (in the Sand)

What’s the best way for a strapping single guy to show off his lady-catching sand boots?

Jog around on the sand. Duh.

So that’s what Bozai did, day after day, circling Gerudo Town like a fashionable, sporty hawk. Sure, it was exhausting. And sweet Hylia, it was hot—even when he downed chilly elixirs around the clock. But eventually, it would all be worth it, when he caught the eye of the perfect woman.

… Right?

Bozai slowed to a stop by the southern entrance of the town, where a pair of gorgeous yet imposing Gerudo guards flanked the doorway.

“Hey,” he panted. “Nice day, isn’t it, ladies?”

The guards glared down at him.

“Move along, voe,” one of them said gruffly. “If you loiter, we’ll assume ill intent.”

Bozai laughed. “Hey, I’m not trying to sneak in—I promise! I just want to chat. Care to join me on a jog?”

“We have no interest in chatting,” the other guard said, voice cold. “We must remain at our post. Besides, we would easily outpace you. Your legs are short and stumpy.”

“Come on, ladies, that’s not very—”

But then two sharp spears were pointed right at his chest, so he had no choice but to drop it.

Bozai sighed and jogged away, trying to ignore how sore he was. He had to keep jogging. His dream girl was waiting for him! (Probably.)

He rounded the corner, and someone nearly ran into him. Someone a full head shorter than him, with long, blonde hair and big, blue eyes, and—

“Oh.” Bozai blinked. “It’s just a guy.”

A Hylian guy, with a weirdly pretty face and a slew of weapons strapped to his back. He gazed silently up at Bozai, expressionless.

“Saw me running around, huh?” Bozai shifted his backpack. “See, I heard Gerudo women liked a guy in sand boots …”

(Of course, it was the shoe salesman who told him that, but that guy had a hot wife, so Bozai would have to be an idiot not to take his advice about women.)

The stranger looked down at Bozai’s feet. “Sand boots?”

“Yeah! They let you walk normally on sand,” Bozai said proudly. “What do you think? Jealous, right?”

Blondie’s face stayed blank, like he wasn’t even impressed with Bozai’s amazing, manly, one-of-a-kind sand boots. Did he somehow miss what Bozai said? Or was he just stupid?

“Gimme those boots,” the stranger demanded.

Bozai took a step back. Okay, apparently he impressed this weirdo too much.

“Not cool!” Bozai said. “Look, these are super rare. Mayyybe I’d consider giving them to you if you were a girl, but a guy? NO.”

Blondie did not look at all deterred by Bozai’s devastating rejection. In fact, he looked kind of determined. Or maybe … amused? It was hard to tell, with that weird, stoic face of his. He was starting to creep Bozai out.

Bozai cleared his throat. “I’m busy here. Get lost!”

He pushed past the guy and resumed his jog. Man, why did he have to run into a weirdo like that? Why was it never a cute girl waiting for him around the corner?

Bozai’s eyes locked on the approaching corner of the city wall. Maybe there would be a cute girl waiting for him. What would he say to her? He should plan it out, just in case.

’Sup, girl? Name’s Bozai. But you can just call me Dream Guy. Heh.

At that point, he would run his fingers through his dark, silky locks (which were not that silky, to be honest, since his bangs were perpetually plastered to his forehead).

Ugh. That wouldn’t work. He couldn’t be suave and sexy when he was all sweaty. But where was a guy supposed to take a bath in the middle of the desert?

Bozai turned the corner and stumbled to a stop. A figure stood in his path.

A female figure.

There was no mistaking it this time. She was Hylian, but she wore the delicate silk of the Gerudo, her stomach and shoulders bare. Even with a veil covering her lower face, Bozai could tell she was beautiful.

“Sa-sa-sa … sa’votta!” he stammered. (Was that the right word? Or should it have been sav’saaba?)

The girl did not reply. She just watched him over her veil, her eyes bright and piercing. Bozai’s heart did a strange little flip.

“The name’s Bozai,” he said quickly. “I’m thirty-five, single, and I love jogging. Especially on sand.”

Not the best intro in the world, but not bad either. It was nothing that couldn’t be saved by the power of The Boots. Bozai shuffled his feet for good measure, so the beautiful stranger would be sure to look down at them.

“Nice sand-jogging!” she said.

Gotcha.

“Ah, you noticed these old things?” Bozai attempted to sweep his bangs back in a cool, carefree way, but they just clumped together awkwardly instead. He launched into a description of The Boots before the girl could decide he was lame and walk away.

“So, anyway, if you want to check them out, we could grab a quiet corner and—”

“Gimme those boots,” the girl ordered.

Bozai blinked. He must have had sand in his ears, because for a moment, she sounded almost like that weirdo from before.

The girl stared him down. She even sort of looked like him now, with those intense blue eyes and that golden-blonde hair. But Bozai was surely coming down with some sort of heat sickness—because surely this desert goddess had nothing in common with that sulky creep! (Not to mention, she was a girl.)

Bozai squinted at her against the sunlight.

“Um … well … here’s the thing …” he began.

Wait. This is a golden chance to woo her!

“I mean—sure!” he said hastily. “I’d love to give them to you, you hungry little boot monster!”

It was a cute nickname, right? Maybe that’s what he’d call her when they were married, holding hands while they jogged across all kinds of surfaces—sand, snow, grass, rock. Maybe they’d even jog over water together. Or lava! That would be extra romantic. Someone had to invent lava boots, right?

Focus, Bozai!

He straightened, standing as tall as he could in his sand boots (which, unfortunately, was not very tall. The guards were right about his legs being short and stumpy).

“But first, a favor.” He paused for dramatic effect. “Ever heard of the legend of the eighth heroine?”

Immediately, the girl was captivated.

Gotcha again, Bozai thought.

A few minutes later, he’d handed over his trusty snow boots—which he hated to do, really, but it was all in the name of love. The girl would be back in a few days, anyway, because even in snow boots, the Gerudo Highlands were treacherous. No sane person would actually scale those cliffs and hike through all that snow just to see an old statue no one was sure even existed. Pretty soon, she’d realize that she’d much rather hang out with the handsome guy in the sand boots than freeze to death.

Bozai settled under the shade of the tent at the front of the town to wait.

“See you soon, Goldie,” he whispered to himself, and then he drifted off to sleep, dreaming of blue eyes and lava boots.

Goldie was not back in a few days.

A whole week went by, and there was no sign of her. Bozai fretted and frowned and fussed, and the nerves made him even sweatier than usual. But there was nothing he could do. Had Goldie fallen off a cliff? Or turned into a beautiful, tragic ice sculpture?

Or maybe she’d just taken his boots and run off, laughing at how stupid he was for thinking he ever had a chance with her. (That one made him so depressed that he tried flirting with the guards again, if only to give him a different rejection to brood over for an hour.)

Just when he’d almost lost hope completely, a familiar pair of eyes was blinking up at him.

Bozai gasped. “Oh, thank goodness! You made it back safely!”

He was so relieved that he couldn’t even think about acting cool. Instead, he found himself confessing the lie of the eighth heroine, apologizing, blabbing about his feelings—basically, rambling like an idiot. He was on the verge of getting on his knees and swearing his allegiance as her eternal protector when she held up a hand.

“Found it.”

She was trying to make him feel better. Which was sweet, but Bozai didn’t deserve that. He tried to tell her so, but she shoved a small, rectangular something in his face.

“Look at this!”

Bozai stared. There, on the rectangle, was an impossibly realistic image of what could only be the real eighth heroine.

“That—that’s amazing!” he spluttered. And then he was rambling again, nerding out about archaeology (his secret passion, other than boots). He had almost managed to bring the subject around to the subject of eternal love—in a subtle way, of course—but Goldie had a remarkably one-track mind.

“Sand boots, please!”

Bozai’s heart sank. But he was nothing if not a man of his word, so he dutifully took off the boots and relinquished them into her waiting hands.

“Could you be a lamb and return my snow boots?” he asked. “Otherwise ol’ Bozai’s going to be barefoot!”

She looked equally reluctant to hand them over, but she did, watching wistfully as he slipped them on. Or maybe that sad look was her way of telling him that she didn’t want to say goodbye either. Well, Bozai could take that hint.

“I’m pretty tired from my jogging regimen,” he said casually. “I think I’ll take five under the tent at the front of town. Care to join me?”

She didn’t. Bozai jogged dejectedly back to the shade, feet heavy in the wrong kind of boots.

The rest of the day crawled by. Bozai didn’t feel like jogging anymore. Not when he had to do it in snow boots, which were even clunkier in the sand than regular boots. Instead, he watched for Goldie under his tent. She had to come back, right? They were practically soulmates! (Or sole-mates. Heh.)

But alas, she was nowhere to be seen. The only golden hair he spotted belonged to the blank-faced weirdo—this time, practically shirtless, with a stupid-looking ponytail on top of his head. Bozai scoffed. What kind of outfit was that? Was he trying to invent some kind of Gerudo men’s wear? As if that was gonna get him into town. Idiot.

Blondie jogged toward a stray sand seal. It darted away before he could get close.

He jogged toward another one. He looked strangely light on his feet, like the sand wasn’t slowing him down at all. Almost like …

Bozai’s eyes widened. Blondie was wearing The Boots—the amazing, manly, one-of-a-kind sand boots he had just gifted to his true love.

Bozai jumped to his feet. “Hey! You!”

Blondie froze, panic on his normally stony face. Behind him, another seal dove beneath the sand.

“Those are my boots!” Bozai shouted, trudging clumsily toward him. “Or, I mean, they were! Where did you get them?”

Quickly, Blondie pulled something out of his pocket.

And then he started glowing.

Bozai stopped short, gaping. Blondie was glowing like a blue nightshade at midnight. And soon he was also floating, the toes of his stolen boots dangling above the sand. His body dissolved away in gleaming ribbons of light. And then he was gone.

Bozai stared at the spot where Blondie had disappeared, footprints still fresh in the sand.

“Did you see that too?” he asked a nearby sand seal.

“Arf!” said the seal.

Bozai shook his head. There was only one thing to do when your almost-girlfriend was robbed by a dead-eyed, weapon-loving freak who was apparently some kind of sorcerer.

He marched back to his tent and took a nap.

[miadearden]

BOTW Fic: Brother, Soldier, Legend, Corpse

Linktober 2024 Day 13: “Link”

You are six years old, and you’re pretty sure you have the best brother in the world.

Aryll watches as her big brother transforms over the space of a few years. From a kid, to the wielder of the Master Sword, then to nothing at all.

It seems every fandom I write for I end up with some magnum opus focusing on a sibling/otherwise platonic relationship over a multiple years. I can’t seem to help myself. And when you show me that BOTW concept art of Link and Aryll then like…yeah of course I’m gonna make that my headcanon.

Anyway, apologies for the second-person POV. I was temporarily possessed.

[zellink]

all the bells say - chapter 14: Applebough

a pre-calamity zelink longfic. [M-rated // chapter 14 of 28 // Act 2 of 5] Final chapter of Act 2!

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

Chapter excerpt:

Link is never not with her—not really. He’s in the rubies that keep her warm. He’s in the tent that shelters her. He’s in the food that she ate, that took away her hunger. She feels him everywhere—more so than she’s ever felt Hylia, or even the Three. Has sensed his presence ever since he came to her with the Sword, even with her eyes shrouded with false resentment. As she takes off her boots, unfastens the warm cape from around her shoulders, and unbuttons her blouse and pants to lie in her smallclothes, she imagines how it would be like to have it reversed, how blissful— To be the woman that heals him. To be the food that fills his belly, gives him energy. To be his first cup of coffee in the morning that wakes him up. To be the mattress in the barracks that sustains his body as he sleeps. To be anything that can make her hold him.

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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.”

[iwantmasterkohga]

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a ridiculously long Master Kohga x Sooga smut that turned into an entire fic

Content warnings: none :)

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Epilogue

Change of Fate

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By no means, was Sooga weak.

No, perish the thought. He was a wonder to all associated with the clan, and even beyond. His physique alone made enemies tremble, his powerful hands could summon tornados, he could shake the earth, he was unstoppable- the reincarnation of power itself, a force one wouldn’t dare reckon with..

But, beneath all of that, deep down, he was soft. He was anxious. He was sensitive. But overall..

He was actually deeply in love.

Gah, what a humiliating misstep.

The right hand of the inverted eye does not fall in love.

Especially not with the one he was sworn to protect

The one whom he owed his life to

No, it just wouldn’t do.

… or at least, that was his mindset before he saved him.

The night he died.

Surrounded by unholy beasts at every corner,

The evil that is malice seeping in every crack of the earth and the embodiment of grueling betrayal entwining the yiga clan in its wicked thread.

So many died for the cause that wasn’t even in their favor

The cackle that escaped the pale man’s throat told Sooga his fate was written from the moment the seer saw him. It was the calamities plan all along to dispose of him like filth

But, in that moment, Sooga didn’t care if he died or not- that wasn’t what angered him. It was the way Astor looked at Kohga.

That man eyed Kohga like he was candy. like a predator sizing up its prey. He was so sure of himself that he would come out on top of all of this- that Kohga was merely a piece in this senseless game of chess

Sooga would never give him the satisfaction he wanted.

The only way he would die is for Kohga, and Kohga alone.

And so he did.

Or…tried, is a better word.

Kohga didn’t let him die.

It’s funny, you never know how much you mean to someone until they burst into the sad excuse for an infirmary where your tied down to a bed, and drunkenly sob as they cling onto your hand for dear life.

He never seen Kohga like that- not ever, and frankly, he never wanted to see him in such a state again.

You see, Kohga was the epitome of glory. He brought awe and woe to any blessed enough to be in his presence. A long bloodline of the most gifted magicians, harnessing malicious power that rivaled Shieka monks. He basked in the violet desert wind, that unearthed his unholy heart. spoiled by adoring underlings, his chin risen so high, he couldn’t see anyone beneath his status.

How could Sooga ever compare? He was in an entirely different league. He came from nothing- scorned by his own, left to die in the unforgiving dunes of the Gerudo. He was Kohgas right hand and bodyguard, and every day he thanked any gods out there for letting it be so. To be in his presence just once, to get one nod of approval made his heart flutter. Let his hand brush his for just one moment, and his head spun. forbid he ever see kohgas face again- his heart may stop.

Kohga trusted him with nearly everything, he told him everything, them being apart was unheard of. They came in a pair, it’s always been so..

Now thinking about it, who wouldn’t expect them to be together in that way?

The signs were all there. The hints Kohga would send, so subtle, so suggestive.

since the night he sacrificed himself, it’s weighed on his mind like a festering wound.

Why did he do that? He knew within moments he would rather kill himself for his master than let anyone else have power over him.. but it was never like this before. Sooga was never like this before

He would wonder what it all meant, keeping him up at night. laying there, staring up at the ceiling. The bitter wind of the midnight desert howling outside above the winding tunnels.

really, it didn’t matter if he was awake or asleep, Kohga was always there.

Recently his dreams have all consisted of nothing but his Master. Near him, talking to him, touching him.

What sort of degenerate had he become? What changed? Why was it harder to keep his composure around him now?

It was agonizing to imagine confronting his feelings.

Not a soul deserved to know his devotion to Kohga, and how quickly it turned into something far more than loyalty to a cause.

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Hope you enjoyed the first chapter of my stupid brainrot slop!! This is just setting up the tone. Next chapter should be out as soon as friday!!

[uncleskyrule]

Length: 7.25 minutes Words: 1.1k Fandom: The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild Rating: G Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Beedle & Link Characters: Link, Beedle Additional Tags: POV Link, Talking Link, Link Needs a Hug, Light Angst, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Happy Ending, Humor, Angst and Humor, Link is Lonely, Good Friend Beedle, Autistic Beedle, Friendship, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Anxiety,Podfic & Podficced Works, Podfic, Podfic Length: 0-10 Minutes, Read by the Author Summary: "Arrows? Ah, no, no,” Beedle muttered to himself. “He doesn’t want arrows.” He snapped his fingers. “Frogs! You look like a man in need of frogs.”

“I don’t need frogs, Beedle. What I need is—” Link sighed. It sounded silly. He was supposed to be the Hero of Hyrule—strong, fearless, independent.

Read the original fic here.

[captain-lessship]

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. 

[hopelessbluebird]

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