#rito sisters!!

[axidentshappen]

Introducing my self insert rito OC for R.A.C

I'm planning on making Nyra essentially the face of this blog

She's not going to be very story relevant until much later. (Until revali returns to rito village)

I also added a bunch of buildings to rito village because I can >:]

[bon-uoq]

Some OC doodles for y'all cause I definitely haven't posted my favourite girlies here yet but I want to make more content of them so bad 🤧❣️

Zora: Remi, Gerudo: Sabirah, Rito: Vayu

Remi and Sabirah are gfs & Vayu is their bestie and designated third wheel <3

Third doodle is them in modern!AU where they're all 21st century Hylians basically :]

there's no real logic to it I just thought it was fun when I made it a good few years ago & it's my designated fashion AU gdjsbfjdf

[missbubblesoda]

2023.07.27

Hylian Erwin I guess

[korokcrossing]

some more snapshots of beedle's visit to bird village 🌲🍃

[seafoamspirit]

we're not in this fandom but @ballwizard keeps posting this character and she looks like a small sweet child. might be a little off-model here though

[revali-is-a-narc]

This is unsettling, right?

[noxianwilled]

i have to be on pc to properly comment later but: i think captain's what's his name repeated attempts to just make sure Kat doesn't get back to noxus pretty much comfirm further there's something else at play. if it's really lb, whatever she's planning doesn't seem to include katarina asking swain any questions (which makes sense tbh). kat thinking she might kill swain is funny though. baby girl doesn't know how far out of her league she is yet lmao

[rigil-kentauris]

urbosa cracks me up 'i cant wait to beat the shit out of ganon' ma'am you couldnt even beat up mini ganon. what are you gonna do with big ganon.

[theuninterestingone]

Zora problems: The water is contaminated and Sidon is forced to watch his loved ones sicken and die after the death of his sister, but cannot directly confront it without risking his kingdoms safety

Rito problems: A massive blizzard has grounded them. They are starving, freezing, and alone. The only one capable of helping is still a child and cannot go alone

Gerudo problems: The proud warrior race has been forced underground, unable to fight back. Their child queen has yet to master her powers and fears failing her people

Goron problems: meth

[noirandchocolate]

All the Champions’ demises at the Blights’ hands are tragic, but Mipha’s is forever the one that fucks me up the most when we play BotW because out of the group she is the only one that, one hundred years after the Calamity, should not be dead.

By the time that the game is taking place, Urbosa, Revali, and Daruk would have passed of old age even if things had gone right. But Mipha would still be in her early prime. Not even Queen of the Zora yet! Now that’s not to say her death is more compelling simply because she had a longer possible lifespan ahead of her. All of our companions were taken unjustly, too soon. No, what destroys me about her story every time is that…

Mipha has living family and friends.

The others are celebrated among their people, but only the Zora explicitly have citizens who personally remember their Champion. While Daruk has an entire mountain carved in his likeness, Revali has many admirers among the Rito, and Urbosa’s people speak her name with reverence, Mipha is still actively mourned. By people who knew and loved her.

Her now elderly teachers, who remain angry over her untimely loss. Her young-adult peers who recall playing with her and Link as kids. Sidon, who still wears the whistle he had as a child and who, after you complete the Vah Ruta mission, never tears himself from the plaza before his sister’s statue. King Dorephan, who asks Link about Mipha’s fate, because even after a century, he never fully gave up hope that she might be trapped, but alive.

Mipha should not be dead, but she is, and her death remains a fresh wound.

And she knows it, too. And that’s why, even when her spirit is freed, unlike with the others her story has such an air of melancholy amid the eventual triumph. She looks down upon the Domain from atop Vah Ruta, and…

“Father…are you well, I wonder? I want you to know... I have always followed my heart. I'm sorry I made you worry... I wish I could see you again... Even just once more..."

She could be there. With her father, with her little brother who is so big now, and who is trying so so hard to be like his sister. But she’s not. And she is terribly missed in a way that’s unique among the Champions.

God, it just rips my heart to pieces.

[weepingtalecowboy]

Four and the wind mage

Fanfic prompt: all good things are three , right

Vaati has one attempt left at reincarnation before it becomes cringe worthy like ganondorf

So what if after the Dead Sea flooded Hyrule

The four sword started rusting under the salty and toxic water (the great sea canonically houses no fish and the Zora left it because it was not inhabitable and became rito)

And almost 200 years later it broke down allowing Vaati who has collected his magic for years to cast one last spell to restore him back to his hylian form

But during it he accidentally or willingly erased his memories because hyrule was gone and presumably his only way to seek revenge because the four sword heroes are all dead and the hero spirit gone

And then hylia decides on a vile yet beautifully ironic joke one last time

And he is reborn as a child named link from Outset Island and also part of the bloodline of the hero he swore to destroy

But his ability to control the wind remains and when link's little sister gets kidnapped by a mysterious bird he takes his ancestor's shield to get her back

As the hero of the wind

When link found himself in the final battle against ganondorf he was filled with rage and not just for his sister

He felt a rage that compelled him to fight back to seek vengeance for something he didn’t even understand

As he pierced the skull off the enemy all he felt was satisfaction

A satisfying feeling off revenge and freedom

He would not sympathize with the man even when he could understand the desperation

Something in his very core was finally avenged something he didn’t even understand

When linked universe happens :

Four meeting the chain and a hero of the winds : calm but confused

Four seeing wind use the exact same wind magic as a particular wind mage : heavy breathing

Four realizing that wind has quite a few personality traits as a certain wind mage like self confidence and a problem with bad mentorship’s: heavier breathing

Four remembering that Vaati has already reincarnated and decided to infiltrate his bloodline and he just has to deal with a wind mage in his family: :(

Four then for his own peace of mind asks dot for the magic hat and puts it on wind just to no longer awkwardly look at him

When wind changed color palette to match Vaati he decided that he really shouldn’t have done it if there even is the smallest possibility of

A bleached wind with wind magic on steroids

Or

me wondering why the toon time line (the toonline) has both a wind mage as the villain but later also a wind mage with the unsettlingly similar abilities as the hero

Vaati can use mind control which he used to control the knights in both his appearances

Wind also has the ability to mind control people (command melody)

Vaati can create hurricanes

Vaati can also teleport at will

Guess what wind can do so too

[naehja]

Ok imagine all the Link, except the youngest (aka Four and Wind) are turned into 8/9/10 years old kids.

Legend, at his age, is in the middle of his first adventure, he's FERAL, he climbs trees to get away from Wind and Four. He's HISSING to them. He has already PTSD and has even BITTEN Four at a point. Don't let him hold a sword or he'll attack. BUT holding the Master Sword calm him. Fi probably has the best results with him.

Time has never seen teenagers or adults until now, he's only 9/10. He doesn't trust strangers, he also climbs trees to avoid them (because the Deku Tree told him to not listen strangers). he shoots Wind and Four with his slingshot and attacks them by surprise with his wooden sword when they finaly manages to force him to stay on the ground. Wind has bumps because of him. Epona has good results to keep him calm.

Hyrule. Feral kid. For real. His world is dangerous and the fairies always told him to be CAREFUL. He hides himself a lot but doesn't run away because he doesn't want to let the other kids with strangers older than them. He has also bitten Four. But he strangely likes Legend (who become quickly visciouly protective of him too). Fairies adores him and there are always two or three around him.

Sky is the cinnamon roll. He's gentle, helps Four and Wind to deal with the other kids and manage to win the trust of them. He gives the best hugs. He's THE good boy and adores the birds who comes at him (birds friend intensities) XD

Twilight. He is better adjusted that everyone else in the de-aged kids, except Sky. He has not PTSD, trust issues, or things like that since his own adventure started when he was 18 years old. But he's less sweet than Sky and more mischievous. He does tricks to the teens. Meanwhile, if he sees that some of the others kids are afraid, he goes to reassure them. And gives them his slingshot to defend themself. He ADORES Epona.

(Epona literally feel like the third babysitter/teddybear here)

(And Four has confiscated all the slingshots at a point)

Warriors is a good boy. Very obedient. BUT only until Wind and Four lowers their defense. He has not start his adventure before being a adult. But he started his training already and doesn't really trust two armed boys, even if it's just two teens. He's the one to scream to the nearest persons that they have been kidnapped at a point. (that BRAT)

(Damn going to the city was a mistake)

Wild? He's a gremlins, much like Time, Hyrule and Legend. He does tricks, and doesn't let anyone catch him. He doesn't' hesitate to tell Wind and Four that their cooking sucks. He says something a lot of things that adult Wild doesdn't remember. He speaks about "Mipha who heals better that you Four". and he speaks about his sister and Wind sweats nervously because he understands that this sister is probably dead. He has fights with Wind about the Ritos because "my Ritos are cuter and fluffier than your ritos!"

(if someone wants to write something about it, feel free to use it =))

[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!

[echoingvoids]

As Royalty, Not Lovers (miphvali)

Title: As Royalty, Not Lovers

Theme: Royal arranged marriage AU 

Requested by: @dragongirlie56 (Tumblr)

Word Count: 6156

Warnings: very light swearing and some mentions of violence. 

Other Notes: Modern AU and the characters are a kind of Hylian hybrid type thing. So the Rito have wings, the Zora have gills and webbed fingers, ect. Contains OCs for plot purposes.

<>

The car ride had been extremely boring and despite flying in as close as they could to the Zora's secluded capital, it was still a whole ordeal to get to the palace. On top of this, it had been raining non-stop with a rather thick mist making it difficult to see anything 10 feet beyond the car.

Revali had been staring aimlessly for the past two hours, miserably wishing he was back home in the usually clear weather of Rito Village.

"Look, son," Illios, King of the Rito and his father, nudged Revali's shoulder. "The mist is letting up."

Revali blinked to attention and looked out the window. His father was correct, with the rain lessening and the mist slowly curling away as the sun finally showed itself. In the distance he could see the crystalline castle of the Zora, blue lights glowing softly through the dissipating fog. It sat above the lake, nestled in amongst the mountains, and Revali silently noticed how closed-in it all seemed. Nothing at all like the openness of his actual home.

Although he supposed this was home now.

Illios noticed his son's unusual silence and sighed. "Everything will be alright, Revali. You've met her before."

"Four times. Once when I five, twice when I was eight, and once again when I was eleven," Revali tried to keep his bitterness out of his tone. "I'm twenty-two now, Father. Meeting her before does nothing for me if its been eleven years. I am still marrying a complete stranger."

Illios contemplated this for a long moment. "I suppose that is a fair point. But Revali, just keep in mind that this is for the greater good. This benefits both our peoples."

"At the expense of my own freedoms."

"I've told you, Revali. As my heir, you would have to marry and have your own heirs. Our line must continue."

"If that is the case, why am I moving to Zora's Domain and Princess Mipha isn't moving to Rito Village?" Revali practically snapped back. "Doesn't she have a brother who could become king? Why isn't my younger sister being married off to Prince Sidon?"

A sigh. "Because Prince Sidon is already arranged to marry Lady Yona and move to her country and rule her kingdom. You know that to solidify our alliance one of my children was to marry one of King Dorephan's and sending your younger sister to marry Princess Mipha isn't exactly going to produce any children."

Revali scoffed and Illios pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing again. "I always knew your desire for freedom would only strengthen your rebellious streak. Look, you can either look at this like a cage or see it as an opportunity. I can't tell you how to think, but as your king I want you to take it as an opportunity."

This caused a slight spark of curiosity in Revali's chest. "And as my father?"

Illios' green eyes softened slightly. "As your father I want you to at least be kind to her, regardless of what you think."

<>

Two thrones sat on a raised platform in the main hall, in which one of these sat the large, muscular King Dorephan. He smiled as the father and son approached, gesturing widely. "Welcome, King Illios and Prince Revali! I hope you did not have too much difficulty arriving here."

Revali bit back the comment that arose in his throat while his father responded. "Not at all, King Dorephan. It is a pleasure to be in your court again. I presume everything is in place?"

"Ah, almost. But while we discuss that, why don't we let your son meet with my daughter?" King Dorephan nodded to an older man standing the side. "Muzu, could you escort him please?"

The man, Muzu, nodded. "Of course. Please follow me, Prince Revali."

With an uncertain glance at his father, Revali turned and followed as instructed. He vaguely remembered learning about the Royal Advisor Muzu, who had extra-pronounced gills on his neck right below the corners of his jaw and who looked older than the king. Hylia, he probably was.

Muzu took him through a few sets of doors and past many indoor waterfalls. As a people with features meant for an aquatic environment, water was everywhere within their structures and often used an extra source of quick transportation. Revali subconsciously glanced at his navy-blue wings, so large they dragged slightly on the floor, and he suddenly felt very out of place.

Muzu silently led him into an open-aired room with, you guessed it, more water flowing off the walls. The stone faces of the mountains could be seen through one of the massive windows, the sunlight streaming in in such a different manner than back home. Small tables scattered the room and at one sat a magenta-haired woman in a strapless silver dress.

Muzu stepped to the side to let Revali pass through the doorway and announced, "Princess Mipha, Prince Revali has arrived."

The woman looked up and Revali's mind vaguely connected how this person was the same one from eleven years ago. She had always had sweet facial features, but now that sweetness was combined with a mature beauty that came with womanhood. Despite being a year older than him, she looked far younger, and was ridiculously shorter too. Her magenta hair was pulled loosely into a bun, loose waves bouncing as she stood to greet them, with the sunlight glinting off her silver tiara.

She offered a soft smile and a curtsy as she joined them. "Prince Revali. A pleasure."

Years of education kicked in and he offered a small bow. "Princess Mipha. It has been quite some time."

"Indeed it has," she smiled slightly as he straightened again. "I wish we could have arranged a meeting prior to this development, but I'm afraid it didn't fit into anyone's schedules."

Those words sounded exactly the same as what his father had told him. "It is quite alright. Everyone is very busy, of course."

She nodded, gesturing to one of the tables. "Please, sit."

He did as asked, glancing back at Muzu who stood by the door with a rather menacing expression on his face. Revali's nose scrunched up slightly before turned his attention back to Mipha. "So..."

Long silence. She glanced over at Muzu, who was currently looking out the window, and she suddenly leaned over and whispered. "I don't know about you, but I feel...incredibly awkward."

Revali suddenly felt himself relax and with a slight chuckle, he whispered, "Me too."

She flashed a brilliant smile and he vaguely wondered what had happened to her over the years since they had met last. "Well then...how have you been?"

<>

"You're leaving already? Its only been two days!"

King Illios stood by the car, watching the servants load up baggage. "I have important matters to attend to at home. I assure you, I'll be back in three weeks for the wedding."

Revali scoffed. "Fine."

Illios raised an eyebrow. "Ever since you were old enough to walk, you wanted to do things completely on your own. Since when do you need me to hold your hand?"

This earned him a glare and Revali stalked back inside without so much as a goodbye. His father sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. "Hylia, help my son and help the poor princess who has to put up with him."

Inside, Revali made his way back to his room. His stomach growled with hunger, but there was no way he was eating another one of the horrendous Zora breakfasts. There was nothing wrong with having fish for dinner, but for breakfast? That was too much. Especially since they had fish three times a day. At this rate he was going to need his own cook just so he could eat.

Just as he reached his door, hurried footsteps announced by the clack of heels reached his ears. He paused, looking down the hall to see Princess Mipha hurrying towards him, looking out of breath with waves bouncing loose from her bun. She was followed by a rather disgruntled and wheezing Muzu, who did not look happy.

Revali frowned as Mipha reached him, Muzu trailing behind. "Princess Mipha? Is something wrong?"

"No, not at all!" She took a deep breath and composed herself. "They're announcing the engagement party. Zora News on Channel 16 is coming to do a quick live of my father's announcement."

Muzu had finally caught up, wheezing in a very concerning manner. "Princess Mipha, you should've just let me send a servant! You'll be on TV in 15 minutes and look all flushed!"

"I'll be fine!"

"Muzu is right, though," Revali frowned. "You could have just sent a servant."

She paused, looking back at him almost shyly. "I...wanted to tell you myself."

For some reason, this endeared her just a bit to him. Over the past two days they had chatted about their developments in hobbies and education. He had found her to be a good debater, once you got her to get over her fear of hurting your feelings with her opinion. And although these conversations had let them know more about each other, he hadn't felt any pull of friendship or attraction to her at all.

Until now, at least.

For some reason he found himself smiling. "Well, I appreciate that. Makes it all the more personal. Now if I heard Muzu correctly, we're supposed to be filming? Should we head to the throne room?"

"Oh, of course!" She turned with a soft smile. "Follow me."

Muzu shot Revali a look the Rito prince couldn't quite understand before they both began following the princess. It took them only a few minutes before they reached their destination, coming into the room to find cameras being set up, people calling instructions to each other, and the Zora king have makeup put on his face.

All this was familiar to Revali. There had been countless times the Flying Eagle news team had come for live events in the Rito palace. He usually just couldn't wait for them to be done so he could leave.

King Dorephan noticed them there and he nodded. "There you all are. There's a bench for you two to sit on while I make the announcement. Muzu, you're in the usual place."

The three of them nodded, Mipha quickly locating the bench and heading over, Revali trailing behind. He waited patiently as she settled herself on the bench, readjusting her dress before looking up at him. He took that his cue to sit down and he did, sighing as the makeup crew popped up and started doing his face.

He wasn't sure what he face he was making but he suddenly heard Mipha giggle. He turned towards her ever so slightly with his eyebrow arching up. She giggled again, suddenly clapping a hand over her mouth.

"I'm sorry!" She exclaimed. "I should not be laughing at you, that's so inappropriate! Its just...your face. You look so done with everything!"

The makeup team scurried off to wherever they had come from and as Revali regarded Mipha for a minute, he was surprised to feel a smile on his face. Usually he would give a rather snappy response but for some reason...he was glad she found it funny.

Hylia, what is wrong with me?

Still smiling, he rolled his eyes dramatically, turning forward. The princess giggled again, causing the corners of his lips to twitch as his face threatened a full-out grin.

Then he caught sight of Muzu. The advisor was glaring at them most furiously, mouthing something about "inappropriate behaviors" while King Dorephan settled himself on the throne. Revali saw Mipha's teeth disappear behind closed lips, her expression becoming schooled to a calm, relaxed demeanor. Despite himself, Revali felt a surge of some unfamiliar emotion, wishing he could make her smile again because it was such a nice thing. That would have to wait until later, though.

He frowned. He didin't have the slightest clue what was causing this sudden shift in his behavior. He usually didn't think twice if someone was angry or happy. Why was he suddenly thinking about it now?

The cameramen were all in their places, with their news reporter positioned so the camera was just not showing the king yet. Someone announced, "And we are live in three...two...one..."

The familiar red camera light flickered on and Revali felt himself straighten just a bit more out of instinct as the reporter introduced what was going on. A camera slowly panned towards Mipha and Revali while the reporter spoke on their engagement, before having the camera turn to the king. The king stood to speak, his tall stature practically casting a shadow over the bench.

"Greetings, people of Zora's Domain and those of other kingdoms who may be watching! I am proud to announce the engagement party two days, in honor of celebrating the esteemed Prince Revali of the Rito and my daughter, Princess Mipha's engagement! I am proud to strengthen our alliance with the Rito and I hope this marriage will help our kingdoms stay united for decades to come."

To an outsider, it seemed like Revali was listening but in truth he had completely tuned the king out. He vaguely caught mentions of the party being in two days followed by the wedding in three weeks. The camera turned back to the reporter, who gave a closing and then the red camera lights turned off.

Muzu came marching over. "I hope you two know that your behavior was entirely inappropriate! You both should know that!"

In that moment, Revali decided that he did not like Muzu.

"I'm very sorry, Muzu," Mipha looked genuinely apologetic. "It won't happen again."

Muzu sighed. "Just please keep your composure, Princess Mipha. It is our duty to uphold the standing of the Domain. While I am glad you and Prince Revali are getting along, as the future queen, you must be in control of yourself."

Revali scoffed. "So Zora's Domain is all about false appearances?"

Muzu shot him a poisonous look. "You would do well to apply my warning to yourself too, Prince Revali. After all, you will be our king in three weeks time. Of course, Hylia knows if you will even show, given your track record for irresponsibility."

Mipha gasped. "Muzu!"

Revali's green eyes narrowed at the advisor, who held his gaze. "Is that a challenge?" The Rito prince stood, his expression deadly calm. "If you know so much about me, Muzu, you would know that I will rise to any challenge and I will face any adversity like a man."

Muzu scoffed. "You are merely a boy parading as a leader. You are no man."

"I am more a man than you will ever be."

Revali brushed past the royal advisor, wings flaring on his back as he left the room. He heard Mipha's voice exclaiming something at Muzu, the sounds falling deaf as the grand double doors closed behind Revali.

He stalked down the hallway, pausing for just a moment in front of one of the numerous waterfalls. The running water distorted his reflection and he scoffed. A Rito becoming king of the Zora. As accepting King Dorephan made his people seem, it was clear they were not eager to accept his lead. And why should they? If some Zora prince came and married his sister and became king of the Rito, Revali would be resentful too.

He scoffed. He was never one for forcing women into stereotypes, but this was probably one of the reasons the women were shipped off instead of the men.

"Prince Revali!"

His head snapped up to see Mipha hurrying down the hallway towards him, thankfully alone. His first instinct was to keep walking but...something stopped him.

She came to a halt in front of him, her bun nearly falling out now. "I am so sorry that Muzu said those things to you. It was completely uncalled for and a rather embarrassing show of disrespect. I know he will not apologize so I'm apologizing for him."

Revali brushed it off. "Its fine, Princess. Nothing to worry about. He's not the first to say things like that in my lifetime and he won't be the last. Its just good to know his mindset and I'm sure many share it."

He turned to leave, freezing when he felt fingers graze his wing. "Wait!"

He felt like he was in slow-motion when he turned back to her. She flushed pink and reached into her dress pocket, pulling out a pastry wrapped in a napkin. His eyebrow shot up. "What is this?"

"I--uhm..." She looked away, still holding the pastry out. "I noticed you weren't at breakfast and I figured you'd be hungry..."

Revali felt his expression soften, gently taking the pastry. This woman was sweet and that was making it impossible for him to be angry around her. "Thank you."

Her golden eyes finally looked back at him and she smiled slightly. "You're welcome."

<>

The room was packed with high-ranking people visiting from all regions, the walls buzzing with conversation with music playing in the background. Large parties were something Revali was used to, but this one seemed different. It held the finality of setting the engagement in stone. It threw him off.

He hadn't seen Mipha since the opening speech, which had been nearly an hour ago. It was odd, given she was now by every standard his fiance, but perhaps this was another messed up custom the Zora had.

Muzu hadn't spoken to Revali since the TV airing but he had been giving the prince dirty looks whenever he could. Revali simply ignored him.

Ignored him as best he could, at least.

Although he was glad to have evaded Muzu, he had also barely seen Mipha over those past two days. What causes her absence was not told to him and he figured that perhaps the old advisor had something to do with it. He was sure that it was probably inappropriate to ask on the whereabouts of his soon to-be wife.

But she had sent fish-free breakfasts to his room every day so far. The servant told him.

So now Revali was hovering awkwardly by himself, a glass of champagne in his hand. He was responding appropriately to everyone who came up to greet him, watching them all leave a minute later.

Usually Revali loved being left alone at parties. Now he felt dismally misplaced.

Heels clacked up behind him and he turned, expecting another Lady from one of the various kingdoms. His eyebrow shot up as a familiar magenta-haired princess joined him, dropping into a slight curtsy. "Prince Revali."

"Princess Mipha," he bowed as was required. "I was starting to wonder where you've been. Almost thought you weren't attending."

"Well, it is my own engagement party. It would be rather silly for me not to attend." She smiled, but it seemed subdued.

"Are you alright?"

"Yes, I'm fine."

Revali wasn't convinced. He stepped in front of her, taking in the shimmering silvery-blue dress she wore and the intricate bun her hair was up in. He quickly set his glass down on a nearby table, offering her his hand. "I remember the very first time we met, you said you loved to dance. I assume that's still the case?"

"Well...yes," her eyebrow lifted slowly. "And if I remember correctly, you were a terrible dancer."

"I was five," Revali defended. "And I didn't pay attention in the classes back at then. So," he wiggled his fingers slightly. "Will you dance with me?"

She studied his hand for a long moment before finally slipping her fingers into his. "Alright."

He found himself smiling, leading her over to the dance floor. He was aware of the eyes on them, hearing the whispers of the partygoers. He didn't care what they were saying. His only goal was to get Mipha to smile again.

As they started moving with the music, a look of pleasant surprise crossed Mipha's face and Revali snorted. "I told you I've improved."

"You're have. I was wrong to doubt you." Her eyes seemed to dart about, landing on his face a few times before jumping away. She finally settled for staring at his chest.

This went on for a few minutes until Revali stopped abruptly, causing Mipha to step on his foot. "Ow."

Her eyes snapped up. "I'm sorry!"

"It didn't even hurt," That was a lie. It did a bit. "Look, is what happened still bothering you?"

She pursed her lips and after a long, dragging moment, nodded. "Something like this never would've bothered me before but...Muzu's words have been worming into my mind. I am so acutely aware of my every move and its...awful."

Revali let a slow breath, contemplating. He knew she didn't want to be in this room just by her nervous behavior and evasion of eye contact. He suddenly grabbed her hand, looking earnestly into her gaze, which had settled on him in surprise. "Lets get out of here."

Her eyes widened. "Prince Revali, we can't. The people--"

"To hell with the people!" He leaned forward slightly, holding her hand up. "Who cares what they say? We're people too, royalty or not! Let them talk because they're going to anyway. You shouldn't deny yourself emotions just to uphold some kind of image."

She glanced around and for a moment, Revali was worried he had pushed her too far. Then she looked up at him, golden eyes flashing. "We have to sneak past Muzu. If he sees us leave, we're done for."

Revali smirked. "You happen to be talking to a master escapee. I've snuck out of more parties than I can count."

To his delight, she giggled. "I'm not surprised. How do we do this?"

Revali stretched his neck up, looking over the crowd to find Muzu at the refreshments table, the Royal Advisor's back turned. "We head to that door to our right, into the gardens. The guards won't say anything."

"Are you sure?"

"Trust me."

She gripped his hand a little tighter. "Lead the way."

Revali checked on Muzu's position again before gently pulling her through the crowd towards one of the doors to the gardens. The guards raised eyebrows at them, but as Revali predicted they said nothing and did not try to stop them.

The gardens were very different from most others Revali had seen. This garden was half full of ground plant, scattered around deep, crystal-clear pools of water full of frogs, aquatic plants, and colorful fish. He kept pulling her through until they were a fair distance away from the building, stopping by a luminous stone bench.

Mipha released Revali's hand with a sigh and sat down, looking relieved. Revali opted to stay standing. "Better?"

"Much better," she looked up at him and smiled. "Thank you, Revali."

His eyes widened slightly at her lack of title and then he grinned back. "You're welcome, Mipha."

They fell silent, listening to the rushing waterfalls and faint sound of music from the party. "Revali?"

"Hm."

"What's it like to fly?"

His eyebrow arched up and he thought a moment. "Goddess, Mipha, I don't think there's any way to really explain it. I guess...I guess it like freedom. Knowing you can go wherever you want if you fly far enough and that gravity can't forever bind you to the ground."

She stood, eyes full of curiosity. "How does it work? Do you just take off?"

"I guess. It is a little more complicated than that. Getting off the ground is the hardest part. For most people."

She was clearly studying his wings and for some reason that made him acutely aware of every feather on them. "I say most people cause it can be hard to get enough power to launch straight up from the ground," he felt his pride swell, and couldn't help but strike his favorite pose. "Yet I have created an updraft that allows me to soar. It's considered quite the mastery of aerial techniques, even among the Rito."

"Will you show me?"

Revali thought a moment, mentally checking himself over. The suit he was wearing wasn't optimal but...to hell with it. "Take a step back."

She did, nearly tripping over her shimmering dress. He chuckled. "I said step, not trip."

"Oh hush, you!"

He smirked, flaring his wings out and dropping into a crouch. He pressed the tips of his wings to the ground, steadying himself with his palm flat on the damp grass. He felt the familiar surge of power and a strong wind kicked up around him, rustling the nearby plants and his hair. He pushed off, stretching his wings out and launched straight into the sky.

He heard Mipha's delighted cry and he spun in the middle of the whirlwind, throwing his wings open at the top and hovering there. Looking down, he saw Mipha staring up at him, hair mussed and a smile on her face. Eager to show off, he banked left, swooping around in an arc. With a single powerful flap of his wings, he shot upwards again, swooping down into a dive. Just when it seemed like he was going to face plant on the ground, he spun, landing gracefully on his feet.

Mipha started clapping. "That was incredible!"

He dropped into a bow, looking back up at her with a smile etched on his face. "Well, I know I'm good."

She giggled and he straightened, smiling back. "Thank you for showing me, Revali."

"Don't mention it."

She had a thoughtful look, seemingly studying his every feature. He decided to study her back, looking at the curve of her jaw, the way her hair was strewn about, and the way her eyes looked like orbs of gold.

He finally admitted it to himself. He found her attractive and loved her smile. That would probably explain why he felt the desire to make her smile and laugh whenever he could.

She suddenly blushed and looked away. "We--we should go back to the party."

He didn't look away from her, asking softly, "Is that what you want to do?"

She looked back up at him. "Not really...but we are responsible adults."

Revali couldn't help but snort. "That's questionable."

"Oh, Revali."

"I'm just joking. Come on."

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Two weeks flew by faster than Revali could blink. Muzu had noticed their absence at the party, giving them angry looks but saying nothing. In fact, over the two weeks since, Muzu had barely looked at Revali at all, which the prince found relieving.

Mipha and Revali spent time together every day, especially outside. Mipha showed Revali how to paint and convinced him to make a rather dismal painting of a tree. He taught her how to play guitar and she managed to play a disjointed version of the Ballad of the Goddess.

Revali found himself admiring her more every day. She was talented and sweet, and he believed they had become friends. Which was good, he thought, especially with the wedding only a week away.

Sidon had returned from visiting Lady Yona, flying in late the previous night. Revali was supposed to meet him the next morning, but he was greeted by a servant with an odd request. "Princess Mipha requests your presence at Veiled Falls at your earliest convenience."

"Aren't I supposed to meet her brother this morning?" Revali asked. The servant simply shrugged and left.

Unsure of what else to do, Revali headed outside. He located the falls quickly enough, since Mipha had been teaching him the surrounding geography in depth. He launched himself into the sky, startling a nearby guard and he glided easily over. The skies were beautifully clear today, a refreshing breeze carrying him from the east.

He saw Mipha at the bottom of the falls with two guards standing at the top of the falls and one at the bottom with her. She waved when she saw him and he waved back, doing a loop in the sky before bringing himself to land. He hadn't been flying as much lately so every time he could it was like a shot of adrenaline.

He landed in a deep bow, just to show off. "Princess."

She smiled. "Prince Revali. Always so showy."

"Its not just for show, its utilization of skill," he couldn't help but smile fondly at her before eyeing the wetsuit she was wearing. "What are we doing here? aren't we supposed to be meeting with your brother?"

"At lunch. I wanted to bring you here, and show you something." She dropped into the water, swimming gracefully over to a rock protruding from the pond. Taking the initiative, he flew over to the rock.

"Alright, what's going on here, Princess?"

"As I'm sure you well know, the Zora are known for their swimming abilities and how we can climb waterfalls with ease," she held lightly onto the edge of the rock, her magenta ponytail drifting with the current. "I happen to hold one of the fastest times for waterfall climbing. I want to know which of us is faster."

"A race, Princess Mipha?" Revali smirked. "I knew you had that competitive streak in you somewhere."

She shrugged, smiling. "Are you in?"

He adjusted his leather chestplate before he knelt into position. "Of course I am."

"Excellent. Nabho!" She called to the guard. "Will you do a count for us?"

"Of course, Your Highness," Nabho straightened. "On 3...2...1...begin!"

Revali managed to hear Mipha diving into the waterfall over the wind kicked up by his gale. He shot skyward, the wind taking him up higher and higher. He was sure he had Mipha beat--

--but she erupted from the waterfall at the same time he reached its top.

They locked eyes as he went to land on the stone top of the waterfall. She pulled herself into a back flip, feet landing on the very edge.

He hadn't expected her to slip.

One foot went further back than the other and she fell backwards with a shriek. Without even thinking, he lunged after her, the guards giving an alarmed shout. He tucked his wings in close to himself, diving faster than he ever had before and caught up with her, grabbing her and stretching his wings. The sudden increase in weight threw him off, sending him wobbling to the right and with a determined grunt, he straightened himself out.

He was dropping far faster than he wanted and in a desperate attempt to protect her, he curled his body around her, turning backwards. They landed roughly on the rock, Revali hissing as it scraped through his shirt and stripped skin off his back.

They lay there for a second, Mipha breathing hard and Revali wincing. "Mipha, are you--"

"Highness!" Nabho swam over to them, climbing up onto the rock. "Are you alright?"

Mipha carefully sat up slightly, Revali still gripping her. "I'm fine."

Revali slowly sat up with her, cautiously releasing his grip. His green eyes seemed to blaze as he turned to the guard. "Listen here. Had I not been there, your princess would've fallen and smashed open on the rocks. So next time one of you scorns me, keep that in mind."

He ignored the wide-eyed look on the guard's face, turning his attention back to Mipha. "Are you alright?"

"I'm shaken up, but I'm fine. Thanks to you," she swallowed hard, looking him over. "Are you okay? You landed really hard and jumping after me like that must have caused strain."

He said nothing for a moment, staring into her gold eyes. "I'm fine. Trust me, I'm completely fine."

To his surprise, she dropped her head onto his chest and wrapped her arms around him. "Thank you."

Despite the guard standing and staring, Revali lightly rested his cheek on her wet hair, putting his hand on the base of her neck. They sat like that for a long moment before Revali reluctantly let her go and stood, suppressing the grimace of pain from his scraping. It burned.

"Princess Mipha," Nabho breached. "Prince Revali took a rather rough landing and slid somewhat across the stone. Perhaps you should check for injury."

Revali shot the guard a dirty look but Mipha nodded. "Yes. Come on, we should address that before we have to go meet with Sidon. You can fly, I presume?"

"Of course I can," he flared his wings to prove the point. "They didn't even suffer a scratch. Honestly, this isn't the first time I've taken a tumble like that and my back is fine. You are overreacting."

She simply smiled. "Meet me in my room in five minutes."

Without letting him argue, she began walking away. Revali scoffed, watching her retreating back for a moment before launching skyward. He looped overhead once or twice before lazily gliding above, watching Mipha make her way back to the palace. He knew damn well he could easily get there before her but with what had just happened...he didn't want to let her out of his sight.

She disappeared into one of the doors and he swooped alongside the building, finding a door closer to her room. He was standing at her doorway when she arrived. "Took you long enough, Princess."

"Well unlike someone, I had to spend some time walking," with a smile, she unlocked the door and nodded to her guard. "Come on."

Revali hovered at the doorway for a minute before following her in. He had not seen the inside of Mipha's room at all in the time he had been there and for some reason it felt strange to go in now. He shook his head, following her in.

Her room was a reflection of who she was as a person. Everything was organized, with flowing drapes hanging off the windows and numerous paintings on the walls, nearly all of which had her signature. A desk with neatly arranged writing tools was against one wall and a bed with blue sheets was against another. There was two large chairs next to a bookshelf, to which she headed.

"Alright," she gestured to him. "Lift up your shirt so I can see."

He raised an eyebrow and she flushed pink, adding, "The wound. So I can see the wound."

He couldn't help but chuckle and he turned his back to her, removing the leather chestplate and pulling up his shirt. He heard her suck in a breath and then a finger prodded the wound, causing him to flinch. "Okay, give me a second and I'll heal it."

He twisted to look at her. "I'm finally going to get to see these fancy healing powers of yours."

"Well technically you won't see anything because the wound is so far down your back that--"

"Point made."

She snorted, and after a moment of silence, Revali felt...something in the lower part of his back, like a cool breeze. The ache that had started to form diminished and he heard step back. "Done."

He reached down, feeling the skin over. "That's...incredible."

She smiled and shrugged as he turned to face her. "It is something unique I can do. Like how you have your gale."

He stared into her eyes for a very long moment. Mipha, this beautiful, incredible individual, had almost died today. He took in a shaky breath and without thinking, leaned down and pressed his forehead against hers. She made a startled noise but made no effort to move, continuing to look into his eyes. "Revali?"

"Mipha, I..." He closed his eyes. "You are an incredible person. You've been so open and kinda to me, I--"

He didn't know where he was going with this. His breathing hitched when he felt a gentle hand on his face and he opened his eyes again. Mipha smiled. "Revali. I'm glad you are going to be my husband."

He stared at her and without thinking twice about it, he kissed her. It was more akin to brushing his lips against hers before he realized what he was doing and pulled back. She blinked. "Did you just..."

Completely out of his element, he shrugged. "Yeah."

What happened next threw him off. First she giggled and then threw her arms around his neck and kissed him properly. Overwhelmed, his hands found her waist and he kissed her back.

Just when he started relax, he heard a horribly familiar voice screech, "FOR THE LOVE HYLIA!"

They broke apart with a gasp, Revali automatically glaring in the direction of the doorway. Muzu stood there, a look of anger and horror on his face. He tried to speak, producing a lot of gibberish before he finally managed, "Good goddess, you've been here two weeks and aren't even married yet! What is wrong with you?!"

"Hey, Muzu, I have one thing to say to you," Revali's eyes narrowed. "You can suck my--"

"Revali!" Mipha clapped a hand over his mouth. "Don't you dare finish that sentence!"

He rolled his eyes and Muzu sputtered some more before simply turning and leaving, going on about "How outrageous this is" and "I'm too old for this!"

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The wedding went down in royal history and was talked about years later. Many of the guests had noticed that, despite only really knowing each other for three weeks, the kiss they shared to finalize their union seemed rather passionate.

It is said that the Royal Advisor Muzu resigned not long after the king and queen's coronation, and went on to live a quiet life working in a local library.

King Revali and Queen Mipha ruled in perfect unity, and anyone who knew them said they were not only deeply in love with each other, but they were best friends too.

They had three children, two boys and one girl. Although the king was extremely proud of his sons, everyone knew he had a soft spot for his daughter.

They stepped down from the throne after their eldest son became old enough to rule and spent time exploring Hyrule together. The king died in a hunting accident at the age of 68 and only two years later, the queen joined him.

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A/N: took me three times longer than I wanted to get this posted, but its really long, so yay? I randomly write extremely long oneshots (closer to a short story at this point)

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[little-fae-hero]

Hyrule's Gods au.

Just to get some ideas out…

The three gods, originally water down to be the golden goddesses however the creation of the world was tied to three gods. A corruption known as malice took over one and imprisoned the other, causing the cycle to start, as humans came to be, slowly the stories of the three gods twisted, becoming the golden goddesses we know about in Ocarina of time.

(enjoy my rambling under the cut)

(Name to be later/Lost to time). Holder/maker of the Triforce of Power. Bringer of Demise. Keeper of Cruelty.

Known domains: God of War (specifically the power). God of darkness and light (specifically blinding light), harsh heat. Lava and the sands. Also the god of healing fire, metalwork, and the warm light. Also god of seals and boars. God of power, and punisher of the gods.

Races made: Gerudo and the Gorons 

Key notes about appearance: In both forms there needs to be some connection to fire and stone. Maybe his hair slowly shifts into flames, or like rock patches of skin and lava? He also appears to be male, despite gods not really having genders.

All gods have tattoos hinting at the divinity in their human form. Demise are dark, blending into his skin but can turn red.

History:

Known as Demise now. Demise is once thought to have been a warning, a reminder to the many races that they were still mortal and could die. He was said to be the god to invoke punishment should a hylian or something think themselves of god, oftentimes the punishment being tenfold what was given. This often put him in conflict with his sister Hylia, those two being so opposite often caused conflict which made humans suffer.

The betrayal. Demise hates the idea of the triforce being in human hands, he’s seen the worst of them and none of them deserve his power. This put him into a nasty fight with Hylia, during this time, a force only known as Malice came to be. As the hatred grew Malice seeped into the god taking him over and transforming him into Demise. This eventually led to the war with Hylia.

This basically turns him into the monster known as Demise until something happens to break the cycle.

Simple sketch (I’ve known I’ve posted it alot but I’m to tired to draw anything else)

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Hylia. Holder/maker of the Triforce of Wisdom. Keeper of Light. Bringer of Civilization. The Golden Goddess.

Known domains: Goddess of War (specifically strategy). Goddess of civilization (taught people to read, write and built towns). Goddess of water and well as the air, blizzards and tornadoes. Goddess of love and light (soft light/moonlight). Also creator of Doves and seas. Goddess of Wisdom, keeper of light.

Races made: Zora and Rito

Key notes in appearance: Big design element of water and feathers that need to show up in both forms. Hair should take on a dripping water like quality. Features should look nice and soft at first before they appear sharper, she still is a war goddess. While she technically is genderless, she mostly takes on a female form (Demise thinks it’s wasted on her). 

Divinity leaks through in their human form by tattoo like markings. Hylia’s look close to her skin tone, sometimes shining gold. But when extremely angry they will turn blue.

History:

Known as Hylia or the golden goddess. Hylia was typically the goddess that everyone prayed to, she was the goddess of love, the bringer of civilization. She was also considered to be the most level headed of the gods, as she loved the people and races and would actively avoid trying to death their way. This put her in opposition with her brother Demise, as she would try to get her people out of punishment, out of Demise’s domain. Because of the constant butting heads, Hylia had a closer relationship with her other brother, rather than Demise.

Hylia blames herself for Demise’s fall. She had ignored her brother and actively stole his piece of the triforce to give it to her humans and then refused to let him punish the bad ones. When the Malice took over him, she did her best to stop it, maybe if she had a better relationship with demise she could have pleaded and gotten him to fight back.

Because of this she ended up sending people skyward and eventually giving herself a mortal form that was destined to die, to try and keep it out of the demon's hands. This eventually became a cycle before Hylia took the triforce and wished for things to go back to what they were, making a new timeline.

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(Name unknown/Lost to time) Goes by the Fierce Deity/Oni. Holder/Maker of the Triforce of Courage. Keeper of Nature and Time. Bringer of inevitability. Keeper of oaths, Killer of all. Father of the Fae.

Known domains: God of War (specifically protection/courage in war). God of Nature and Time. God of dusk and dawn (twilight times). God of leaves/vegetation and Death (basically the life cycle, including sudden death). God of lightning. Creator of wolves, horses and dragons. God of Courage and keeper of Time. 

Races made: Hylians, Sheikah and anything Fae (so fairies, Koroks, Kokiri)

*Note* - He is considered ‘Father of Fae’ because many Fae are deathless, impossible to kill. They are said to be Oni’s children as death could never bare to reap his own children.

Key notes about appearance: Oni looks the most inhuman even in his human disguise, this is likely the fae nature poking through. He is known for having long pale, silver hair in any form, and there should be the hint of leaves and bark on him. There is also his relation to the Skeikah so he’s like the most with visible tattoos (often times in his siblings colors unless he’s angry). His true form would be the most human/fae looking unlike his siblings.

History:

The Oni was always the strangest one of the bunch as he was both his siblings at the same time. He is Hylia’s kindness and Demise’s cruelty. He could give you the long life you pray for, or just as easily rip you away early. Basically Oni was inevitably, constant flow and balance, he is nature itself, because of this he was basically the voice of reason for his siblings. He was the final decision maker, telling Hylia to let Demise do his job or Demise to not kill Hylia’s pets. Because of his ties to magic and time he is generally referred to when making decisions, as he would never pick favorites.

His sealing. Oni saw a horrible vision of what would happen to his brother when the Malice appeared in this world. Oni set out to find Malice and kill it before it could start this horrible course. Of course because he was being a fool and rushing into stuff, Malice took Oni to a parallel world, one without the triforce and just a goddess of time who trapped the Oni in a mask, locking him away until Link from MM got his mask.

Despite the Triforce not being given away, the triforce of courage is always drawn to the hero spirit because Oni made the hero spirit, he was actually trying to make another god, a son.

The younger god's spirit, which is the hero spirit.

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I swear this idea has been eating away at my brain. It connects back to my LU redesigns and I just need to chat and rambled about it. So feel free to send asks or comments or whatever…

[asktheritochampion]

Are you an orphan and if so is the reason why you act so prideful around the Champions is because you want them to be proud of you like if they were your brothers or sisters. Because I'm pretty sure if you asked any of them like genuinely that all say yes they are proud of you.

What an incredibly insensitive question to ask someone. Have you no manners?

I don't need or care about the approval of the other Champions, nor anyone for that matter. I'm prideful because I have the right to be. My skills are unmatched and I worked hard to get where I am today.

I don't have, nor have I ever wanted sibblings. My parents passed eleven or so years ago now, I was old enough and perfectly capable enough to take care of myself just fine by that point. While tragic, the event has done nothing but make me a better warrior. It improved my independance, gave me the freedom to train to my fullest without anyone coddling me, and of course with no family, I have no-one that enemies could use to blackmail me with.

How dare you talk to me like some sad, pittiful child in desperate need of reassurence. I have the pride of every Rito in the village - and that's all by my own making. I don't work hard to make people proud, I work hard to be the best.