#botw fic

[zellink]

all the bells say - chapter 16: Defiance

a pre-calamity zelink longfic. [M-rated // chapter 16 of 28 // Act 3 of 5]

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Chapter excerpt:

Outside the windows, the sun makes its westerly journey as it always does—setting behind the white peaks of Hebra Mountains, on its way to shine over the other side of the world. Perhaps there are other continents out there—nations with no monarchy; ones that worship another tutelary deity; their languages bearing letters that look nothing like Hyrulean. Maybe wars do not happen over there—or maybe they do because people are inevitably flawed. But her world begins and ends with the walnut panels that make up her bed. She does little else but breathe and breathe; can’t even muster enough energy to bid her muscles to move, to kneel before the small Goddess statue that resides in her chamber. Everything else has simply bleared away into the dark blue.

p.s. there's a new banner for this fic! it's a bells-inspired piece by none other than the talented @linnzel. thank you so much for drawing it and letting me use it, you amazing artist. ♥️

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[writingnocturne]

Breath

♡ Zelinktines 2025 ♡

It's Link's first night back at his house in Hateno after the defeat of the Calamity. He has offered to let Princess Zelda stay there to get the rest she deserves, but she cannot manage to get it at all... Has this happened before?

Rating: G | Word Count: 888 | Comfort

Breath of the Wild Zelink | @zelinktines

[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!!

[only-by-the-stars]

Chapters: 46/46 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, Angst with a Happy Ending, Happy Ending 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 46, in which there is a happy ending.

:’D

Aaaaaaaaand that’s a wrap! I just want to say thank you, so much, to so many of you! To @spacelemon for making the mod that inspired this, and letting me play an early version, to @eldin-of-pherae for streaming it and giving me that first glimpse at an amazing concept (Mipha as heroine of BOTW), to @baradesign for art and support and brainstorming, to @wintersgrace1 for that art of Mipha holding the sword, and so many, many others! (tumblr is weird about tagging too many people in the same post, or you would all be tagged, believe me!) Thank you for coming along with me on Mipha’s journey! ;w; <333333333333333

[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

[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.

[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 :’)

[ginneke]

the midnight oil

For @flashfictionfridayofficial's prompt "midnight distractions"

BotW, post Kara Kara but while Zelda's feelings are still shifting. Some vague pretensions towards Zelimpa.

Word count: 998

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The incense was a gift from Impa, kindly meant – if not quite so graciously received at first. (Nor was Zelda using it for its intended purpose, though she suspected Impa had already known how likely that was when she gave it.)

For Impa, the incense was a meditation aid; she'd given a precious month's supply to Zelda with the hope it might assist her in her own contemplations. It came in sticks, each a quarter-inch in diameter, which were arrayed neatly in a camphorwood box, its surfaces polished to a high sheen. It didn't look out of keeping with the contents of Zelda's bedchamber at all, though the ceramic dish Impa had given with it was... less so: the dish betrayed an inexperienced hand, quite literally, the imprint of a thumb still visible where the maker had accidentally baked it into the clay. 

That thumbprint was the only thing that reminded Zelda to take the gift in the spirit it was meant, even when it proved less than practical. Oh, yes, she had duly tried, burning a stick or three as she closed her eyes in prayer and fruitless devotions – but far from relieving her of her turmoil, rising smoke lifting her worries away the way Impa said it ought to, Zelda found the smoke settled in on her like a seething fog, clouding and confounding her attempts to seek the Goddess' favour. She knew that frustration keenly enough without wasting Impa's gift on it.

She had a better use for it, anyway.

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Kakariko incense burned more consistently than common tallow-wicks, and smelled much nicer besides. Of course, tallows provided a meagre illuminating flame where incense merely smouldered, but Zelda had no need to worry about using cheap tallows for lighting – she could bear the extravagance of burning an oil-lamp all night if she chose, knowing that her maidservants would do the necessary bookkeeping to hide the evidence.

Whatever pang of guilt she might have felt at using Impa's incense in such a way was soon soothed when she lit a fresh stick, and sat down to her books with the sweet-smelling curls of smoke lifting to the rafters. The incense hadn't been at fault, she reasoned; it deserved better than to be put away and neglected. Such gloomy thoughts invariably came upon her when she struggled to pray, and it made no difference what tools or tricks people tried to arm her with: the outcome would always be the same.

And the incense did aid in concentration, so long as she waded into what others perceived as mere distractions.

While her chief interests lay in the ancient Sheikah technology, Zelda could not be choosy about which books and ancient, unwieldy tomes her friends and allies might spirit from the castle library — so she read widely and eclectically, on topics ranging from natural histories to botany to weather patterns in Akkala (a surprisingly dry text for such a wet and thunderous region), and every thing she read only made her more eager to slip the stifling demands of rank and duty and escape into the field, where she might study such things for herself. It was lucky that nobody had seen fit to report the... incident in the desert, else she might find herself confined to her towers instead.

In the distance, a bell tolled once – just once – in what she knew to be an echo of the cathedral belltower heralding the arrival of midnight. Soon, she knew, she ought to turn in for the night – but it would be easy enough to pretend she simply hadn't noticed how the incense sticks had long since burned down to nothing...

The door to her study drifted ajar; faintly, on the other side of it, somebody sneezed.

At once, she came alight with instinctive indignation – why couldn't he just leave her alone! But of course he wouldn't, not so soon after the desert. The part of her which sought to find disapproval in his every silent, sullen glance fell silent, though it took some effort to tamp it down completely.

His back was to her when she peeked around the door, the blue of his tunic faded to darkness in the light that spilled dimly from her study. As ever, Link stood eerily still, as though he was more like an ancient Sheikah automaton than a being of flesh and blood – it was rare for him to lose his focus, and rarer still for her to read any hint of expression on his face, or in the line of his shoulders...

He shuffled his feet, so slight a movement that she half thought she'd imagined it. Just as she thought she must have imagined the sneeze - except then he moved, shadowed hand lifting to his face in an attempt to stifle another.

Zelda turned back to her books, staring down at them, stung by a faint flash of guilt.

He wouldn't leave. Not while she was, by technicality, out of her quarters – not while the threat of assassins still loomed – and it struck her that her midnight distractions were keeping him from his own rest.

She wasn't ready to leave her sanctuary just yet, but while it was a fairly temperate night, it was mild in the way spring nights still held the last tooth of winter and threatened to bare it. She thought of offering him some tea, at least, but the pot was cold when she put her hand against it.

So instead she plucked a broken stick of incense from the box and lit it. "Just until the end of this one," she said quickly – a transparent bid for time, perhaps, but the broken stick would burn for only half its time. As offerings went, it was little more selfless than it might have been a week or two before.

He still wasn't the easiest person to get on with, but... She could try.

[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.

[zellink]

all the bells say - chapter 15: Bolthole

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

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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.”

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[baradesign]

“I-I just-”

“No! You can’t possibly think you can ask me to just sit down and watch you do this. You. Just. Can’t!” Pipit stomped his boots against the dock, so close to the blond’s head, Link found himself flinching every time the heavy sole made contact with the creaking wood. Blue eyes braved taking a look while the brunet struggled to catch his breath after the sudden outburst. Pipit bit his lip and pressed two fingers against his eyes, pulling on his eyelids and skin as he dragged the whole hand along his face. A deep groan left him. His usually energetic voice sounded as if he had aged ten years in the last ten minutes. “You can’t ask me to let you do this to yourself. You can’t-I hate nuts…I look awful in drag…” __________________________ What's the opposite of a time skip? :V

[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.

[only-by-the-stars]

Chapters: 40/46 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, Angst with a Happy Ending, Happy Ending 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 40, in which Mipha and Riju defeat Thunderblight Ganon! That’s all four Blights down! :D WE ARE IN THE HOME STRETCH

[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.

[leighsartworks216]

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.”