#botw fic

[shalottpress]

practical anatomy is an amazing little fanfiction which I absolutely adore by @honestground. I had to include a wee video of me trying to capture the iridescent vinyl as the sun was having none of my plans this am.

I actually typeset and planned to bind this one (amongst others) last year and then for boring health reasons had to set it aside, which is why the title page says 2024, BUT now she is done and I love her.

True to form casing was a nightmare and I need to practise more to actually get better at this so don't look too close at the endpapers please.

I didn't melt the vinyl this time and I think I may have cracked that code which is thrilling! I love how the Sheikah Slate came out as it plays an integral role in this story. iykyk.

More photos under the cut.

[zellink]

all the bells say - chapter 16: Defiance

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

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

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. ♥️

>>Read chapter on AO3

[knight-of-aether]

Death, she's a cruel mistress And a bargain must be made But oh, my love, don't forget me When I let the water take me… (Open your eyes.)

A BotW anniversary tribute inspired by overflow, my take on the story of the Sheikah during Calamity day and Link's surrender to the Shrine of Resurrection. Hard to believe it's been 8 years since this game took over my life; here's to many more.💙

[lamb-viscera]

Old Concept sketch from last year of a character in my fic Zora’s Last Hope who’s planned to show up in the next chapter. Her name’s Lenore, she acts as Sidon’s personal healer + pseudo big sister/mom role. I’m planning on tweaking her face shape to be rounder + have some more floral /pearl accesories + try to instill unique facial features onto her, w Zora it’s oddly difficult.

[only-by-the-stars]

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms, The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom, The Legend of Zelda: Skyward Sword, Hyrule Warriors: Age of Calamity (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Link/Mipha (Legend of Zelda) Characters: Mipha (Legend of Zelda), Link (Legend of Zelda), Epona (Legend of Zelda), Impa (Legend of Zelda) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Mute Link (Legend of Zelda), Disabled Character, Autistic Mipha, demiromantic mipha, Demiromantic Link, Autistic Link, POV Alternating, Sign Language, Implied Sexual Content Series: Part 1 of Wandering Melody Summary:

Wandering musicians Mipha and Link have a secret: if you know the right words, and you have enough rupees, you might just be able to hire them to carry out a quest for you. They've done a number of different jobs as they travel the land in search of a missing loved one, disappearing into the night after each one.

Their latest assignment, received from a reticent Sheikah in a seaside town, may be the most dangerous one yet...

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Chapter two, in which Mipha and Link settle into Lurelin!

[not-freyja]

Fuck you, I can write a one-shot!

…ahem. Little shrine of resurrection time introspective piece.

[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!!

[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 👉👈

[shalottpress]

like someone would is a wonderful botw fic by @bahbahhh. It is all about avoidance, grief and resentment whilst examining what love looks like when you are stuck in a 10,000 year cycle with your soulmate.

The interaction Link has in Gerudo Town with the sitar player lives rent free in my brain and I come back to this story pretty much monthly.

This is another bind of mine which looks far better in motion so I have included the video before the cut because I am vain.

I managed to whip this up very quickly for me, I am normally the world's slowest fanbinder but I do find quartos so much simpler to complete than full size books.

The statues of Hylia are a key motif in the story which is why I used the statue art on the back cover and I love how the vinyl turned out.

My casing skills remain non-existent but we move.

Many thanks to @bahbahhh for giving me permission to bind this fic and to edit my copy to be an edition that uses UK spelling!

More pictures below the cut.

[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

[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.

[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