#botw one shot

[newtabfics]

Prince Sidon x First Sight

He stared at her for a long time as she bowed gracefully before his father, King Dorephan. She was a sight, blushing shyly, her Hylian ears even darkening.

Link and Zelda both smiled encouragingly to her as she cleared her throat and introduced herself as a bard, a friend of a Rito named Kass.

"I actually was in the castle when Link was there too," She laughed nervously.

"What?!" Sidon asked suddenly. "The castle was swarming with malice and you were just there?!"

Dorephan glanced over as she said, "Well, yeah!" She quickly slung her bag onto the ground and dug through it, pulling out varying cooking and camping supplies before finding a decayed harp. "I was looking for this. See, my great-grandfather was actually Kass' teacher and the court bard. He had stories about the many holy instruments inside. I mean, they're mostly replicas because the actual heirlooms are probably sealed in some secret vault..." She looked longingly towards Zelda.

"Once we're done with our business here, we'll go," The princess sighed as though she was laughing at her own child.

Y/N smiled big and nodded. "Anyway, this is a replica of the harp said to have been wielded in song to fight the evil Calamity of the ancient past."

Sidon blinked as he approached, humming. "It doesn't have any strings."

"Well yeah!" She laughed. "You're funny, your highness."

Link's elbow lightly jutted against Zelda as a small smirk curled up, Zelda nodding as she did her best to keep a neutral expression as she refocused her conversation with the king.

Sidon smiled as she eagerly told him everything about the legendary harp, wanting to know all he could, if only to bask in her glow for a bit longer.

Suddenly, he wished his sister were alive, if only to ask her when she realized she was in love with Link.

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Tabby: I can't help it. I needed to write the gross fluff aaaaaa! I love the idea of Sidon just stumbling over himself with how in love he is. Also, I will do more of these in the future. I'm just being careful not to overload myself. See ya tomorrow!

[clowns0up-felix]

Hyped bf showing worried gf some cool tricks

(I HATE DRAWING BACKGROUNDS)

Also, i watched Deadpool and Wolverine yesterday and didn’t see the long, passionate make out sesh,,, did i miss it?

[muchmossymess]

A Revali Fanfic Recommendation

I urge you all to put your life on hold for a moment and go read this brilliant fanfiction:

A hundred years after the fall of Hyrule to Calamity Ganon, and the hero Link has finally sealed the darkness and freed the Divine Beasts of their curse - and with it, their pilots are finally free. But not just as spirits. Awake once again, the four Champions of old have a second chance at life and must re-adjust to this future world with their decendants. Well - all except for one Champion, who doesn't have a decentant. Or even anyone left alive that knew him. Teba is happy to take in his revived ancient idol as one of his own, but sharing a living space with a hundred year old Champion with an ego the size of his divine beast and who might have some issues he's not willing to share can be a lot sometimes and they don't always see eye to eye. Revali thinks he should return to leading the new generation of Rito warriors. Teba thinks this actual child should never have been leading warriors or fighting a war in the first place. Tulin is just excited to have the infamous Rito Champion in his house.

Beautifully written and lovingly crafted, this baby can fit so much trauma and whump into the most gut-wrenching and heat-breakingly found family story you may ever read. 130,000 words, 36 chapters (and still regularly updating!), and a CRIMINALLY low number of kudos. If that doesn't sway you, here is some gushing under the cut <3

You think you've read a champions revival fic before? This will have you saying "how the FUCK have I not seen this before" and completely change the way you view everything (mild exaggeration. m i l d). We have all of your favourite revali tropes: being a dick and getting owned, being a dick and being right, getting own and never showing those feelings to the light of day, getting killed, getting unkilled and loved, showing emotions but being super weird and revali about it, bonding with tulin!!, bonding with teba and the rest of rito village, bonding with the champions, having panic attacks and trauma, vah medoh being the best ever, being a terrifying force of nature, being an idiot kid, and so much more!

Do you like grumpy dad teba? Do you like revali swallowing his pride? Do you like revali immediately spitting his pride back up and being a bitchy bird? Do you like mipha and revali as gossip buddies? Do you like the complete and utter fool revali makes of himself everytime he so much as hears the name link? Do you like people seeing right through his facade and calling him out on it?

AND NOT TO MENTION THE WORLD BUILDING??? this fic is so in depth of the political climates, racism, lore, changes in culture during times of war, colonisation, biology of the races and just fucking everything?? It adds so much life to the world of hyrule I am genuinely shocked at how much this person clearly loves these games (botw/totk/aoc) and they are able to incorporate all of this amazing information in a way that flows so naturally and just hhrnngngg I am fucking insane about it. THE SCIENCE, oh my god how did I forget all the wonderous thoughts surrounding the divine beasts and the sheikah tech, oh god and how they write the magic system? Guys I swear it's so good.

Characterisation is on point, everyone feels so full of life and that they are reacting exactly how you would expect them too, and they just seem so real, like they are right beside you as you're reading. The author does an IMMACULATE job of drawing you in and making you feel a part of the story, all the while being just beautifully written?

Don't get me started on the attention to rito culture. I have never seen someone pour so much love into something before, genuinely on of the greatest things I've seen. I've always had a fascination over how the races of hyrule view each other, similarities and differences, how their cultures and histories intertwine, and conflicts that may arise. But oh. my. god. My jaw was on the floor every time, it's so rich and beautiful but not without the horrors (and oh god, they are Horrors tm) and again it's just so real!!!

Be warned, however, that there is gore and viscera and terror and hurt and war crimes and death (duh), but for each terrible thing to happen it is repaid tenfold in love and kindness somewhere down the line. (Unless you are into hurt no comfort, then sorry buddy!) It is a beautiful narrative and the exploration of trauma and self is mind boggling and just go read it!!! 😭 😭 😭 I just love this fic so much, it has instantly sky-rocketed to one of my top 3 favourite fics I've ever read, and I'm so grateful to have found it and now be along for the ride that if I could bring that to one more person then by god I will fucking do it

[sgraffitobonito]

Wallpaper-worthy fierce deity set Link strikes again: fruity edition

[cryiling]

revalink au where revali is the world's most stuck up coffee connoisseur. he owns 3 separate espresso machines, he can lecture about different brewing methods all day long, he only drinks coffee made with ethically sourced beans from high-end cafes

meanwhile link drinks the shittiest coffees known to man. either they're unfathomably sweet or they're a horrendous concoction of something like instant coffee powder in lukewarm water with a shot of vodka

so ofc they fall in love <3

[amiharana]

ok I was reading thru your tattoo/flower shop au and I had to share the brainrot.

I hc revali as indigenous (particularly great plains native american) and oh man, what if at some point he very hesitantly brings up with link that he wants to get facial tattoos or something similar that's significant to him but he's nervous?? And Link goes out of his way to learn traditional stick-n-poke techniques so he can be the one to give revali his tattoos?? And it's like super sweet and meaningful for them both and Link feels honored that revali trusts him enough to ask? (and also revali is scared shitless and Link has to stop several times so he doesnt mess up and hurt revali more than it typically would)

like what if though???

ahem (taps mic) Hello can anyone hear me. i haven't written a tumblr ask in ages i feel ancient

first of all, i'm glad to hear that you still think of my tattoo/flower shop au haha it's been way over a year now since i wrote it. i still very much appreciate everyone who drew art for it 🫶 i've had a few passing thoughts about writing it into an actual proper multi-chaptered fic but i've been busy wrestling with school, work, and my personal demons for the past year that it's been quite difficult to even think about writing anything. thank you to anyone who's still here; i appreciate you a lot 🤍

i love the hc of revali as indigenous and i think it really fits in with the presence of the rito people as we're introduced to in the games, but i won't touch on that too much since i'm not indigenous/well-versed in indigenous culture. you know what i Am well-versed in though? these gay ass mfs

i had to reread my own au post for this Lord it's been too long, i wrote back then that i thought of revali as someone who isn't too fond of tattoos and doesn't have a great pain tolerance for them, and i still believe in that LOL. mixing that in with a hc where revali is indigenous is quite interesting, because i would assume that tattoos are an important/frequently appearing aspect of the culture? revali's parents have also passed in this au and he's alone with no family running the shop, so perhaps revali was estranged from his indigenous culture while growing up/at some point and became interested in trying to connect with it as an adult. maybe he came across the topic of traditional tattoos and after researching about it, he became interested in getting one but again because of his low pain tolerance, he thought it probably may never happen. well...

during one of their shared lunch breaks perhaps at a new cafe that's opened up on tabantha street, revali absentmindedly mentions his family and the tattoos. link immediately looks up at him from his food, those lovely blue eyes searching his face curiously.

"traditional tattoos?" he says, cocking his head at revali. revali blinks. well, of course link would have interest in the topic since he was a fellow tattoo artist himself, but the way he was looking at revali was...

"well yes," revali continues. "i suppose i haven't really talked to you much about myself personally, have i? i'm an indigenous hyrulean and my blood is descended from the rito tribe, but i'm not well-versed in my own culture." he mumbles the last few words, looking down at his coffee. "my parents and i lived on reservation land until i was 5 and then we moved away to a bigger city for work. there weren't many other rito there and so i didn't grow up with a lot of other indigenous folk. i don't know much about my family or my culture because of it, and even after my parents passed, it's never come up until now." revali glances back at link, who is now watching him with rapt attention. he looks away again, his cheeks beginning to warm. "i thought it would be nice to connect with my culture by getting a traditional tattoo of the rito tribe, perhaps something small so i can handle it. though, i wouldn't be able to travel to the reservation to find a traditional tattooist because of the shop and neither do i know of any tattoo artists nearby that could do it..."

"i'll do it," link says suddenly. revali looks at him again and blinks. link's eyes are bright and wide, blazing with determination. he's still holding his sandwich in his hands.

"i-i couldn't ask that of you," revali says, heart skipping a beat. "you'd likely have to learn an entire new and unfamiliar technique, and—"

"i'll do it," link insists, placing the sandwich down and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. his eyes are still trained on revali, just as insistent as his mouth is. revali swallows.

"use a napkin, please," he mutters, passing link one. the blond takes it and grins at him. "if it's something that you greatly desire to do... i will assist you in offering as much information as i can. i... appreciate it, link." i appreciate you, he thinks but the words get stuck in his throat. link's smile only grows.

thinking about link who researches rito tribal tattoos for a few weeks and reporting and discussing his findings with revali during their mon/wed lunch breaks. thinking about link who spends countless nights staying up compiling everything he finds into a document, the different types of tribal tattoos and their meanings, researching the materials and tools needed for traditional tattoos, sketching different tribal symbols endlessly for the perfect one for revali in between tattoo sessions with other clients, thinking about where on revali's body it would go, thinking about revali's warm skin under his hands... let's keep it PG link 🫡

the day finally arrives when link introduces the tattoo sketches to revali. link probably shows him a few ideas of a small rito symbol on his fingers, wrist, deltoid, ankle, and even ribs. HOWEVER. i really like the idea of the winged rito symbol across the back of revali's shoulders to represent his wings in canon? so what if. link who sketched a drawing of revali's back muscles with the winged rito symbol and he doesn't mean to show it to revali since it's a much bigger tattoo than revali wanted, but revali happens upon it anyway while scrolling through the sketches on link's ipad.

"what's this one?" revali says pointing at it.

link glances over at the screen and flushes. "oh, i didn't mean for you to see this one," he murmurs. he uses two fingers to zoom in on the image slightly. "i just had an idea for this particular symbol, so i sketched it out because i thought it'd look nice. i know you wanted a smaller one, so we can just focus on the first sketches—"

"it's beautiful," revali cuts him off, voice soft and still looking at the winged sketch. "how much do back tattoos hurt?" and link is jaw dropped, staring at him with hearts in his eyes LMFAOOOOOOOO

thinking about link who actually reaches out to a traditional tattooist from revali's tribe and asks if he can mentor link so he can learn their technique??? maybe link and revali who end up traveling to the reservation together so revali can visit and link can learn directly from the tattooist??? revalink road trip and sharing a bed trope??? link would probably only take a week tops to learn the technique since he's like a prodigal artist and the tattooist is impressed. also revali getting to spend time with and learn more about his culture from others from the tribe who live there 🥺

if revali does get the winged rito symbol tattoo on his back, he probably wouldn't get it as a solid color, maybe link would incorporate more tribal lineart into it like the totk zonai imagery? i've never gotten a tattoo so i don't know if back tattoos or the style of solid color tattoos would hurt, but regardless, link would make revali as comfortable as he can throughout all the sessions 🥺🥺🥺

originally when i read this ask and you mentioned facial tattoos, i thought about link gently holding revali's jaw between his pointer finger and thumb to readjust the positioning of his face in the midst of tattooing him, and revali sucking in a breath at the contact WAHHHH but with the direction i took with this post, i also thought about link laying a flat palm between revali's shoulder muscles, feeling the warmth of his skin and tracing his shoulder blades with a featherlight touch and revali getting flustered but muttering, "are you going to keep me in suspense?"

link traces a line down revali's spine. "are you sure you want to get this tattoo?" he murmurs. "we can still do the smaller ones instead if you want. i know how you feel about it, with your pain tolerance and all."

revali snorts, trying to mask his nervousness. "i've already made up my mind. it's a beautiful piece that you put a lot of thought into and i'm not backing out now. besides..." revali's voice lowers into a mumble. "i wouldn't have gone through with it if it was anyone else. i trust you."

link's cheeks pinked in the sweet way they do when revali catches him off-guard, but he can't take it back. he doesn't want to take it back, because it's true; revali trusts link for this with everything he has.

hhh . AHHHH . i just think. yeagh.

[zelda-of-hyrule-tloz]

Echoes of Wisdom Headcanon Countdown

༺ Day 53▪︎ 46 Left

This one really leans into headcanon territory (I know that's the point of these, but you get what I mean), but I imagine the times we hear Zelda's voice calling to Link in game stuck with him. Sometimes, he would try to speak to her - to reach out to that distant light and its voice so he could truly remember what she sounded like. She wished more than anything to respond, but it risked the Calamity slipping free.

[naomiknight-17]

Started playing Breath of the Wild again recently, and it remains one of my top 3 favorite Zelda games for sure

But one of the best things about playing it again was my husband's reaction. He's the biggest LOZ nerd I know, and I know a lot of nerds.

I don't even remember exactly what I was doing in-game, but it was something involving the bow and arrow, which I am pretty good with, when Jon exclaimed

"What!? How did you get so good at Zelda!??!"

Which is just. The highest compliment ever

It was soured soon after when I ran out of stamina while gliding, landed in water and promptly drowned

But STILL

[sparklyhyperbole]

So, I had a flirty bit of fluff for @zelinkcommunity's event This or That, cake or soup week.

It turns out pure fluff does not hold my attention, so this... is not that. 🙈

Enjoy the spooky soup? (Look, there's some smoochy soup here too, okay.)

Thank you, @raurusthirdeye for poking my dead body with a stick while I laid facedown on the ground and contemplated fic writing. THE THING IS POSTED!

[iti-iskuna]

hey hi hello i won't say this is a return to me writing fic regularly but i spent my entire holiday break playing BOTW and had to write shit about it so please enjoy this little self-indulgent zelink one shot

[bakuliwrites]

Day Four- Prince Sidon

500 Follower Event, 30 Day Writing Prompts Prompt: Blood, Vivid, Cardamom, Prince Sidon (LOZ) Pairing: Prince Sidon x Link Tags: Fluff, Pining, Kisses Word Count: 1,049

Sidon glides through the secluded pond, red fin cresting the surface, crystal water sliding with ease off his slick skin. A piece of him feels guilty for taking this time to himself, especially so soon after a crisis. But with the defeat of Vah Ruta and a return to balance for the Zora people, King Dorephan gave Sidon permission to rest. Actually, he commanded it, knowing full well that it would take more than a gentle suggestion to get the prince to take a day off. 

“Link, already you’ve provided great aid to the Zora people. But if you will allow me, I have one final request,” Dorephan’s voice had boomed through the royal court just one day earlier. Hyrule’s greatest warrior, weary but resolute, stood at the ready for the Zora King’s next command. 

“My son has been working tirelessly,” Dorephan went on, gaze flicking towards Sidon standing at attention beside him, “Please, if you will, make sure he takes a day of rest. He will not listen to me, but seeing as you are a dear friend to him, I think he will be more inclined to heed your suggestion.”

“Father-” Sidon had protested, mortified that the King would make such a personal demand of Link. But, as is his nature, Link made no complaints and eagerly awaited the prince the following morning. They met on the bridge, Sidon free of any royal accessories and Link dressed in a simple tunic and trousers. The sight of Hyrule’s greatest warrior in casualwear brought heat to Sidon’s cheeks. It felt almost intimate to see Link relaxed, in garb that would not betray the accolades or acclaim he has earned over the years. That paired with Link’s gentle beam of greeting was practically enough to stop the Zora prince’s heart then and there.

“Where are we going?” Sidon had questioned, trailing along behind the tiny Hylian. 

“I know a place,” is all Link had uttered, bounding off towards the Ruto Mountains. After some climbing, Link came to a pause in front of a small opening in the cliffside. Wordlessly, he crouched and disappeared into the hole, leaving Sidon to wonder if he ought to follow (if he could even fit, that is). The prince minced about for a moment, debating what to do, before giving into curiosity and following Link’s path. The opening was narrow, but wide enough for the Zora prince to cautiously inch through. Whatever fear he had of getting stuck swiftly dissipated when Sidon emerged from the cavern and was met with perhaps the most beautiful swimming spot he’d ever laid eyes on. Lush greenery surrounded a pond with water clear as glass. Lotus flowers floated languidly on the surface and hot-footed frogs darted in and out of the pool. Sidon, in awe, caught a triumphant Link’s gaze.

“However did you find this place?” the Prince questioned, marveling at the sheer beauty of it all. Link merely shrugged, explaining he’d stumbled across it on his journeys, and that was that.

Now, Link perches on a nearby rock, dangling his feet in the water while Sidon gracefully drifts through the clear pond. Little is said between them for a while, each enjoying the solitude and tranquility after days of chaos and battle. Link looks haggard, dark circles under his eyes and an exhausted slump in his shoulders. But when Sidon meets his gaze, the vivid blue of the Hylian’s irises is as bright as ever. Link smiles softly, gesturing for the prince to come closer. Sidon gently paddles nearer, surfacing once he reaches the edge of the pond. From his pack, Link pulls out something wrapped in parchment paper. He unravels it to reveal a heavenly scented loaf of spiced bread. A burst of cardamom hits Sidon’s nose as Link slices into it, quietly offering up a piece to the prince. It almost melts on his tongue, fluffy, delicate, and deliciously moist. 

Sidon lingers at the edge of the pond for a while, sharing cardamom bread with Link and chit-chatting about anything and everything. The prince had been impressed by the Hylian from the beginning, but is even more so when he hears about all the other foes he’s had to do battle with. As Link weaves tale after tale, Sidon finds himself wondering something he’s been wondering for a while: what it might be like to steal a kiss from the blonde warrior before him. He has resigned this thought to fantasy, however, knowing it could never be. So he simply absorbs Link’s words, listening with intent as the normally reticent Hylian opens up to him about the struggles he’s faced.

Sidon wonders if Link can see the wonderment in his eyes, the admiration. He wonders if Link can sense the way his heart flutters when their hands brush against one another or if he can hear the very blood rushing through his veins. Lost in this thought, he’s hardly aware of what Link says next, until he repeats it.

“You’ve got some crumbs here,” the Hylian says again, brushing his own lip with his thumb. Sidon, wrenched from his daydreaming, sputters a, “thank you,” before attempting to brush away the pieces of cake that have stuck themselves to his lower lip.

“Is it gone?” Sidon questions, staring expectantly up at Link, who gives him a patient smile in return.

“Here,” the Hylian offers, tenderly brushing his thumb over Sidon’s lower lip, sending the poor prince into a tizzy. The tension is palpable, the world around them suddenly silent. Sidon could swear his heart has halted in his chest. He holds his breath as Link’s thumb rests against the corner of his mouth. The Hylian’s cheeks are dusted pink. Maybe it’s the heat of the sun or the strenuous climb up the mountain that has him flushed. Surely, it must be that, Sidon thinks.

Until Link bends ever so slightly, his face mere centimeters from Sidon, whose breath hitches in his throat. Time seems to slow to a crawl, the Zora prince’s hand reaching up to cup Link’s cheek as Link passes his thumb once more over Sidon’s lip. Sidon wonders if he’s dreaming when the Hylian’s lips press against his own, soft and sweet, tasting of cardamom and sending elated shivers down the Zora prince’s spine.

A/N: I meant to keep these between 500 and 800 words, but I got a little carried away with this one... And I had to cut it down! I planned for even more, goodness gracious. Anyway, I haven't written a Sidlink fic before and I really enjoyed writing this little one! Maybe some more in the future? Possibly even Sidon x Link x OC? Thank you for reading! Up next is Xander from Fire Emblem: Fates!

[newtabfics]

Click New Tab Fics lmao

Hi, I'm Tabby. I just really like writing horny fanfic. I write spicy and sweet content for the following:

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Bodily fluids like scat or piss. will do blood though!

Story Key:

🔞 = nsft 🧿= nc/dubcon 🌶️= spicy (may not get fully into it basically) 🌸= sfw content (this is a catch all for just in general things that are pretty safe) ✍🏻 = full fic 🗡️ = dark fic (could be yandere, could involve death. varies. read tags) 🏮 = monster stories 🍃 = intoxication 📖 = series in works 📕 = completed series

(Updated 1/28/2024)

Note: I don't do tag lists. No hate against them but I had done that once upon a time on a blog long ago and the tag lists broke my posts, unfortunately. Slight bit traumatized by them now.

[jackalope-wyvern-kracken]

I’ve been sick so I haven’t posted about the TotK trailer yet but know that I screamed on several occasions and this moment was responsible for at least five of them.

[phoenixcatch7]

Lights burn long

Hey guys! I don’t normally do this but I wrote a little one shot to get me back into writing, and since it’s so short I thought I’d share it ^^. Little domestic hateno fluff piece.

The light of the setting sun often struggled to reach the house across the bridge, tucked at the foot of Heartbreak Pond as it was. Candles were lit a half hour early, an hour in winter. Link liked to find the more expensive scented ones, sold in little shops in the towns across Hyrule. They added a pleasant smell to the twining smoke as it filled the house, casting flickering glows on the clay walls, turning them the colour of the sunset the furniture never saw.

Zelda liked lighting them, a soothing task, and she did them that night as Link gathered the dishes from a late meal, the clink of the cutlery in time with the soft snap whumph of wicks.

He piled them in the sink, jiggling the flame blade they used to heat their water until it glimmered a hot amber. Taking a handful of lye shavings from the pot behind the tub, he sprinkled it evenly into the water and stirred it slowly with a cloth, watching as suds began to trail behind his hand.

The creaking of floorboards took Zelda upstairs, lighting the last two on the desk and at their bedside, to extinguish last as they went to sleep once the moon peaked over the mountains.

As the house filled with light, Link pulled out the first plate, running the cloth over it in slow circles. The hot soapy water warmed his fingers, turning them pink.

Zelda returned, hiding a small yawn in her hand. She leant against Link for a brief moment, her hair swaying into his cheek until she rocked back.

“Sleepy?” he asked, tilting his head to see her squeeze her eyes shut. She hummed, soft and long. “See, that's what happens when you stay up late in your research, you're tired the next day. Get an early night tonight.”

In lieu of a response, she leaned into the counter, swatting at him like a idle cat until he stepped aside, keeping his hands in the sink. Throwing open the cupboard underneath with a creak, she patted around until a towel appeared, white and blue dotted and a present from Paige down at the dye shop as an unexpected house-warming gift.

“Let's get this done first,” she said. “I'd love to get to sleep without having to smell old food.”

“You sleep whether I track bokoblin guts into the house,” Link informed her, and got swatted with the towel for his troubles.

“Unlike a certain someone I could mention, I didn't get enough sleep for a century, so I like it when I get to do it without troubles,” Zelda said primly, taking the spoon he handed her and scrubbing it dry.

“That's not at all what you said last night.” This time, the towel was slightly wet, and left his ear faintly damp.

“Well you should know better than to pry me from my research, Link, really.”

“Mhm,” he agreed without sincerity, swirling his rag in the steaming water to fish out any last cutlery, and realising all the forks had sunk to the bottom. For a long moment, the home was filled with the swish of water and the clink of metal as they cleaned. The sharp smell of the lye stirred about their heads and mixed with the beechwood of the candles as the wax started to melt.

Through the windows, the last rays of sunlight started to fade, smothered by the clouds as temperatures began to drop outside. Inside, the flame blade rippled and sparked in its metal shelf, warming the house from within.

Zelda was yawning hard as she dried the last piece, hard enough that she paused her wiping to screw her face up with the size of it, tears springing to the corners of her eyes. Link took it and the towel from her, stepping into her space to put it on the rack.

“Get to bed,” he chided softly. “You had a long day.”

“Yesterday,” Zelda complained, but conceded, surrendering to his gentle chivvying and heading up the stairs. The top of her blonde head moved around over the railing as he finished the nightly preparations, getting undressed and untying her hair for sleep. He heard the gentle woosh of the candle on the desk being blown out, and then the rustle of her kicking her way under the covers.

He gathered the papers strewn over the table, a couple on the floor, shuffled them into a pile for Zelda to exclaim over his ruining her sorting in the morning, folded the blanket and hung it over the armchair back, kicked the leaves that had wandered in towards the door.

He had a few hours until he was tired, still used to being up all hours of the day and night, and so ran a finger over the well worn shelf in the side table they'd filled with books until he found an omnibus of birds and insects, and settled in the chair as he pleased, kicking both legs over one arm and leaning into the crook of the other.

The candles burned long and sweet, the sky outside fading from purple to a rich blue, and as the moon peeked its round head over the spring of wisdom Link found his head beginning to bob on his neck, the owls on the page beginning to flutter their wings and fly from the paper, singing their distant songs in his listening ears.

He closed the book, leaning over to slide it back on the shelf, and slid to his feet with a delicious, languid stretch. Each candle on his slow circuit of the house blew out one by one, the deadbolt on the door slid into place, the flame blade checked to confirm its dimming to a cool grey. Each step on the stairs felt like hiking a snow covered mountain, and he rested his hand on the railing as he climbed up, hiding his own yawns.

Zelda was already long asleep when he reached her, hair a golden halo in the last glowing candle, face lax in dreams.

Link shucked his clothes one by one, pulling on his worn lobster shirt and a pair of shorts. He sat on the edge of the bed as he undid his hair, running his fingers through until it fell loose again, and tied it back in a simple ponytail to keep it out of their mouths during the night.

He climbed into bed beside her, tugging the duvet free and slipping under. With a silent breath, the last candle cast the house across the bridge into deep darkness, and Link was asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow.

[pippenpaddlopsicopolisthethird]

Some of my favorite shots of my Link cosplay from last year, since I'm apparently turning into a cosplay blog again. The landscapes in BotW were always my favorite part, and I love how these photos matched the feeling of finding a beautiful new area in the game!

[everydayarsonist]

WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK HOW DIDNT I REALIZE

ONESHOT WREN HAS THE SAME VA AS REVALI??????????

WTF?????

NOBODY TOLD ME