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"Ah fuck," Y/N moaned as she was held down, feeling the gloom singing at her skin as Link writhed in front of her.
He wanted to yell and rip her away, but couldn't as he was held in place by the gloomhands' arms wrapped tight around him. He could only watch as the Phantom thrust into her, making her whimper and whine as the monster made her shiver.
It wasn't as though this was anything new to them. In fact, watching her, he knew she was thriving from it. She enjoyed this brutality and wanted more. It was the gloom that worried him as he pulled at the hands again. The phantom laughed mockingly at him as it shoved Y/N's shoulder into the gloom puddle, driving itself deeper into her.
She bit her lip and shuddered as she felt it begin to throb as it thrust harder into her. "Sh-Shit!" She gasped, shaking and moaning. "Fuck yes!"
Link shivered at her moan as he watched the monster release into her, letting out a shout before it faded away, having spent all of its energy.
The dark clumps pulsed on the ground as he hurried to her. Before he could check her for injury, her lips were on his and he was being pushed against the ground, feeling her soaked core rutting against his trousers.
"Linky, please. Wasn't enough," She whined.
"Fuck," He groaned, quickly pulling out his cock and letting her sink down on him. His moan made her whine as she began to ride him frantically, his calloused thumb finding her clit to help her.
He was certain Ganondorf attempted that to maybe strike a blow at his ego. If only he knew he loved to watch her fuck monsters.
#link x fem!reader#link totk smut#totk smut fic#totk smut#phanton ganondorf x fem!reader#ganondorf x fem!reader#monster fucker#monster smut#gloom hands#drabble#totk link#totk fic#totk ganondorf
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designing totk ocs for a fic, it's about a gerudo woman and a yiga footsoldier travelling hyrule to learn about the power of friendship and crime. i don't have many plot points mapped out other than they mug penn at some point
i went back and reused this design because i liked it so much
#totk#tears of the kingdom#yiga#gerudo#totk oc#loz oc#legend of zelda#totk fanart#yiga clan#tears of the kingdom fanart#loz fanart#totk penn#totk gerudo#totk yiga#bird on bird violence#of course penn would not notice anything suspect about a woman talking to a bird#totk fic#loz fic
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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.
#fanfic#fanfiction#ganondorf#loz ganondorf#botw ganondorf#totk ganondorf#botw#totk#botw fic#totk fic#botw fanfic#totk fanfic#drabble#loz ganon#botw ganon#totk ganon#ganondorf x reader#gn reader#x gn reader#gender neutral reader#x gender neutral reader#kissing
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“What if we made the portrait ourselves?” Zelda lowers her head and kisses below his jaw, smiling at how his pulse quickens under her lips. “It can be our way of making it real.”
“You’re forgetting, dear,” he tilts his head to give her more access, practically purring under her touch as she kisses her way down to his collar, “Neither of us know how to paint.”
“We can take our time,” she whispers, kissing back up his neck before turning his head so she can lick into his mouth, “We’re not King and Queen until it’s hanging in the Great Hall.”
OR
Two years after the Upheaval, Zelda and Link are finally ready to take on their promised roles as Queen and King Consort of Hyrule.
OR OR
I have a gift for @between-star! Link and Zelda learn to paint together 🥺🥺
#michpatfics#zelink#totk zelink#tears of the kingdom#zelink fic#totk#totk fic#tears of the kingdom fic#legend of zelda#tloz#tloz fic
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During Breath of the Wild, I felt like Link had a complicated relationship with the master sword.
If he was not recovered enough from his Literal Resurrection, the sword would drain away his life when he tried to pull it from its pedistal. Then later, he went though the grueling hell in the Trial of the Sword just to be considered worthy of unlocking the swords true power. Even though he had been worthy once before. Before he had failed.
He needed it to take down Calamity Ganon, but it could shatter just like any other sword, so the fear of that, of that weakness, kept him from using it outside of hyrule castle.
It was ancient and fragile and a reminder of his failings as a hero. He kept it close in his enchanted bag but rarely reached for it when faced with monsters.
After the calamity was defeated, he’d still wear it on occasions he needed to be recognized with Zelda, but preferred the anonymity he would gain when the sword was tucked away. He hadn’t felt the need to call on it again, until a strange sickness began afflicting the rebuilding efforts of castle town.
He and Zelda were quick to investigate the matter and discovered that the eerie gloom invoked the same glow in the master sword as Ganons malice once did. Zelda was determined to find the root of this evil, and Link would be by her side for every step of the way.
And then they found Ganon’s corpse.
The sword is shattered and his arm is ruined, but none of that matters because Zelda is falling and he can’t reach her in time before-
He wakes up, his arm is replaced, and the master sword has rotted away.
He does as the guiding spirit suggest, sending the master sword to Zelda, hoping it might help her more then it can him. Preying it will bring her back to him.
And in a way, it does… but not in a form he recognized.
The Master Sword, stronger then ever before. Healed and empowered after countless millennia. Now even able to absorb other materials to strengthen it even farther.
A symbol of Zelda’s sacrifice. Of her belief in him, of her determination to repair it and ensure it returns to him.
He finds himself reaching for it more and more often. He now finds security in the feeling of it’s hilt in his hands.
He looks into the blade, and where he had once seen the reflections of his failures looking back, he now sees the sky,
He sees Zelda, flying up in the clouds alone,
Waiting for him.
#tears of the kingdom#zelink#zelda#link#light dragon#totk spoilers#Totk fic#legend of Zelda#master sword#my babbling#wild#flora
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NOT ME BACK ON MY BULLSHIT BOUTTA WRITE A TOTK FIC
EXCEPT I AM AHAHAHAHA
Ok lemme reel it back and explain. So in the... eventual future I plan on writing a totk au fic entitled To Lose Oneself. Basic gist of the plot is if Link wasn't saved by Rauru's arm at the start, and instead, his arm is all corrupted or whatever by gloom and it just keeps on gettin worse and worse. Add that onto the rest of the game's already dramatic plot and you get: Ganondorf being a fucking bastard man, Fake Zelda being a creep, the sages being Link's concerned found family, Purah being the tired team mom, and MiniJen writing yet another fic where she slowly but surely corrupts a boy. Ya know, for fun.
Coming to an AO3 near you... sooner or later idk
#jen draws#legend of zelda#tears of the kingdom#totk au#loz au#link#zelda#ganondorf#blood moon#to lose oneself#loz fic#totk fic#nintendo
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Wars, calling the chain to battle: "COME ON YOU SONS OF BITCHES! DO YOU WANT TO LIVE FOREVER"
Immortal!Wild: "Yeah it's a bit late for that. Sorry"
ficlet incoming!! read under the cut!
"COME ON YOU SONS OF BITCHES! I DON'T PLAN TO DIE TODAY, OUR HERO'S SPIRIT WILL LIVE ON FOREVER!" Wars' battle cry bounced off the stone walls surrounding them, echoing around whatever cave the portal had dumped them in. On the plus side, at least they were perched up on a ledge out of reach. On the downside, their only way out is on the other side of the cave with a horde of monsters in between.
Wild inwardly flinched at the wording. Him being immortal was a secret he still kept from the other heroes, and he was still undecided whether to even tell them at all. How does he go about confessing to his brothers that he's been immortal since he first woke up in the shrine of resurrection. That after his latest quest, both Zelda and him had condemned themselves to living on forever to eternally keep the peace. They'd ended the reincarnation cycle at the cost of mortality.
Back in focus, Wild actually took stock of their surroundings. He recognised this cave. Just to confirm — not that he needed to, his memory post-shrine is perfect (a photographic memory he remembers Zelda calling it) — he pulled out his slate. Sure enough, the map revealed their location to be Gerudo Canyon Mine.
A bow materialised in his hands, arrow already knocked. A confirmation nod to Wars, then he fired a bomb arrow. The distressed squeals of monsters was their signal, and the rest of the heroes dropped down to start their battle. Arrow after arrow released from Wild's quiver, focusing on keeping the boss bokoblin frozen to give the group time to take out the smaller enemies.
A brief thought flitted across his mind, 'I should've used muddlebuds'. No point thinking on it now. His momentary distraction was his undoing, suddenly he was incased in ice courtesy of an ice like he only now spotted in his peripheral vision. It would've been fine if he'd just been frozen, he's dealt with that more times than he'd like to admit, but a pebblit took the opportunity to knock him off the ledge. At least the ice encasing him broke on impact.
The loud crash of the ice shattering around Wild had everyone's heads turning, monsters included. There was complete silence for what felt like both too long and too short amount of time, the only sound being Wild's groans as he heaved himself off the ground. Listen, just because he's dealt with worse doesn't make it any less painful.
He pushed himself onto his feet and looked up at his companions, already back in battle stances and slashing at the bokoblins. A few worried glances were shot his way, but they all trusted in eachother's skills enough that they didn't need worry. Wild could never stay down for long and he was just as fierce a fighter as the rest of them. What they didn't expect was the boss boko seemingly having a vendetta against the champion, rumbling through the rest of the group in a straight line to him.
Cursing Hylia's name, he thankfully side-jumped just in time to dodge the ramming of what would've been it's horn straight through his chest. What he didn't manage to dodge, though, was the arguably bigger threat of the claymore it was wielding. 'This is going to hurt,' was his first thought. 'How am I going to explain this one to them,' was his second and honestly slightly more panic-inducing thought. And then he was cleaved in half.
The problem with immortality is that, despite his upper half and lower half being disconnected, he's still very aware of the screams of his companions as they witness what should've been his death. And then the equal horror as they watch him stand up — the missing lower half instantly reconnected in a type of mysticism even Wild doesn't fully understand — with little to show he was even harmed outside of the bloodstains on his tunic.
As if it was as common as breathing, the champion takes the opportunity of everyone's stunned terror to summon his own claymore and with a disgusting squelch rips the boss bokoblin clean through the middle. This gets the remaining two blue bokoblins moving again, and he sees Legend and Wars reluctantly take their eyes off him to finish them off. The rest of the chain remain unmoving, Time and Twi in particular have not taken their eyes off him. Their eyes are glazed over in a way that suggests his 'death' is burned in their eyes.
"Let's just–" and Wild could feel everyone's eyes searing through him with every word, "–get out of this cave first. Then I'll explain everything."
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Chapter 5 of “Can We Always Be This Close? (Forever and Ever?)” is now up!
Summary:
Yona goes to talk with Link. The conversation doesn’t exactly go to plan.
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Summary:
It didn’t matter that his heart was breaking. That the Zora he loved was marrying someone else. That he sat there and watched him get married. Because at the end of the day Link knew he couldn’t allow himself to break. Allow himself to feel.
He had to find Zelda.
And then everything would be fine.
Or:
Link is majorly going through it, but refuses to ask for help. After learning of Zelda’s fate, Link’s journey finally takes its toll on him, and all of Hyrule is forced to come to terms with the burden their hero endures.
Link is Hyrule’s Hero, the knight who never backs down from any challenge, but what happens when the hero they all love is in need of rescuing from himself?
Or; or:
I saw all the shit Link’s been going through on his own, and decided Hyrule wouldn’t stand for it.
This is a SidLink fic, but it’s also pretty heavy on the found family regarding Link, Zelda, the Sages + some others. If that sounds up your alley than hey! Maybe you’ll enjoy this fic.
#totk fic#major totk spoilers#found family#link and zelda#Link and the Sages#link and his trauma#hurt/comfort#angst#Link needs therapy#dw he gets it#sidlink fic#fanfic#Forcing my personal Yona hc on my readers#also no Yona hate#I’ll fight you#The Knight’s Self-Destruction#TKSD
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Ganon's name is no longer heard in Hyrule, and peace has finally come.
But there are people who remain without peace, who remain wide awake even at night.
Link finally found Zelda and got her back, or did he?
There is no light dragon anymore. But no Zelda either. Now the two have become one. Not a Hylian nor a dragon. But both? Her body couldn't return to its old form, and neither could her mind. Her mouth is shut, and tears still fall from her eyes.
"Who am I?"
Ships: zelink
Scales and tears chapter 2 is out!!
Chapter summary:
Link finally sets off to find an answer to his only question
What happened to zelda?
#zelda#link#loz#tears of the kingdom#zelink#legend of zelda#tears of the kingdom spoilers#fiction#loz fanfic#totk fic#totk fanfic#zelink fanfiction#fanfic
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somewhere in the middle
He dreams of falling for a long time after.
hey its a totk fic, lookit that
#totk#tears of the kingdom#totk fic#totk art#loz#the art tag#the writing tag#idk i just. needed to do something fast and messy (writing-wise & art-wise)
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What are some of Sidon’s favorite positions for reader?😏
Listen...I will continue on and on if I'm allowed this.
Missionary. He loves seeing their face when he is cradling them while also gently thrusting into them. It's the cute way their eyes roll back as he hits just the right spot.
Doggy Style. Listen, watching them writhe under him as he's rapidly humping into them and pumping seed deeper in to ensure they're filled to the absolute bri--
Mating Press. DO NOT DO UNLESS YOU WANT A FERAL ZORA MAN.
Cowgirl/Cowboy. He loves watching them move slowly. He doesn't get off from this but the sight is PEAK.
Jack-O-Pose. First, this is a requirement for being a partner with him because of how massive he is; second, he loves breaking them, reaching so deep into them, he might as well be in their guts.
Full Nelson. Knees against their chest. His hands pressed against the back of their head/neck, personal comfort, and thrusting up into them as hard as he can. Puppet. You might as well be his little c*m sock tbh.
I ACTUALLY CAN KEEP GOING because I have so many thoughts on this in general when I write fics for him cuz good lord the size difference requirement with this Zora man!
#prince sidon x f!reader#prince sidon botw#king sidon#totk fic#totk smut#botw smut#prince sidon smut#prince sidon totk#ask request
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The Fable of the Dragon and the Phoenix
Day 4 of Zelink Week: hosted by @zelinkcommunity
Prompt: Hand in Hand
WC: 4003
Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48558865
Summary: In Chinese culture, the dragon is a symbol of divinity, power, and royalty, they are immortal creatures with the natural forces of the earth at the tips of their claws, the phoenix is a symbol of transformation and rebirth, the beautiful rulers of the skies, the majestic weaver of flames. Together they are the perfect symbol of lovers, together they are balanced and whole.
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Zelda makes an eternal choice and Link learns to rise from the ashes.
Link dreamt of death. For a century he had experienced the relief it provided, the reprieve from the fear and the stress that was so intertwined with his life that not even sleep could shield him from the experience. Every waking moment was spent chasing visions and killing monsters, every moment he managed to sleep was filled with nightmares of fiery eyes and a world covered in blood.
He wanted to blame the gloom clinging to his veins, ever since his body was corrupted he had been consumed with an emptiness that could only be compared to a freezing-cold depression that no fire could thaw. But the same moment had also been the one that he failed to save Zelda. Whatever the cause, they had a similar compounding effect. One that sent him spiraling down a familiar path.
Spiraling like the beach, whose center held the final tear that he had been dreading to collect. Though he knew the vision he would be given would not be kind, he scrambled to the location the moment it had been revealed to him. He was desperate to see a glimpse of her, one that wasn’t an illusion made to take advantage of his love for her.
There was no use running now, the constant allure of adventure had died in its tracks. What was the purpose of visiting shrines and exploring caves when the one thing he wanted to save was already lost? How could he even consider continuing his search when it was uncountable thousands of years too late?
Link’s mind numbly acknowledged his knees hitting the sand. The white, nearly blue glow illuminated his loose hair that fell free in front of his eyes as his head hung low, fixating on one of the many flowers that had appeared in front of him. His name being among her last echoed so loudly in his ears that he was surprised he could hear anything else.
He had cautiously hoped that the worst-case scenario would be that she would be unable to escape the past, but would still be able to live a long happy life, even if he would never get to see her again. She deserved that much, after everything that she’s been through. He never imagined that he would witness her functionally commit suicide only for a sword. To win a fight he couldn’t even bring himself to care about.
Would beating the demon king fix anything? Would it miraculously bring her back? Would a single thing that he has lost be returned to him? Would he ever be free of this curse? It was too much to hope, wasn’t it. That the death of one man held the key to turning everything back to how it was.
Even with Ganondorf dead, what would be left? Zelda would still be gone, he wasn’t sure he would be able to stand the countless reminders of her influence across the kingdom. She was so known and so loved and he had been so happy to simply be referred to as hers. Wherever she wandered, he had always been by her side, to the point that seeing them separated was nearly unheard of. The most frequently asked questions ever since he had emerged from the castle’s crater were always ‘Where’s Zelda? Why isn’t she with you?’
Before he knew it, his cheeks were wet and his eyes burned so badly that he had to squeeze them shut. His chest spasmed as sobs clawed their way to the surface, strong enough that he didn’t even attempt to hold them all back. His tears dripped off his chin into the basin that seemed to be created just for that purpose.
For once, the control of his emotions slipped through his fingers without trying to stop it, he had held strong for so long to reassure everyone else that he would get their princess back, and everyone was convinced that he could do it. There wasn’t really anyone left that he felt like he could express himself with, whether that be because he didn’t want to be a burden to them or he just wasn’t close enough to them to be comfortable with it.
He had so many people on his side, cheering for him from the sidelines, but not a single one deserved to have to deal with him like this. A perfect swordsman now crumpled on the ground in a puddle of pitiful tears.
Sometimes he forgot that he wasn’t what everyone said he was. The valiant hero who defeated the calamity, as if he didn’t nearly die again a hundred more times just to get to the point where he could approach a guardian without his sword arm shaking from sheer terror. Some hero he was, he could never save what mattered the most to him.
A thunderous roar interrupted his thoughts, sending waves of force crashing into him purely from the sound of it. The water around him rippled from the vibrations and the loose sand blew in clouds away from the sound's origin.
Link’s head whipped upwards towards it, and he saw her, or what remained of her. Her scales shined gold and iridescent in the afternoon sun and even in the bright daylight she clearly glowed with a divine power he had only been blessed enough to witness a few times. She was still so beautiful, but he far preferred her in pants stained by grass and ink, with a smile that burned brighter than whatever magic she had sacrificed herself for.
A rock conveniently plummeted down between him and the one he had been searching for since she fell. He had started running at it before it had even landed. He desperately needed to get up to her, he nearly tripped face-first into the water as he scrambled to his magic elevator. He ignored a cut he got from the stone as he tried to climb to the top of it as furiously as he could.
Link was rarely impatient, but the boulder rose from the sky far too slowly. He itched to throw himself at her but he knew if he lept prematurely he wouldn’t be able to make it. So he waited, tapping his foot at a speed that resembled the beat of a hummingbird's wings. Finally, he launched himself into the air and flew onto her back.
He could immediately feel the power radiating off of her, it was a warm and intensely comforting energy that wrapped itself around him like a blanket. For now, the agony of what happened to her seemed to diminish, though not totally, and not forever.
His boots thumped quickly against her scales as he made his way to her head. Even his natural inclination to get distracted by the fragmented pieces of her spikes, which if she were any other dragon, he wouldn’t even hesitate to collect. He didn’t even wonder what they would do, all he could think about was getting to her face.
Maybe he could still fix this. Maybe he could wake her up. Maybe she would recognize him. Maybe it wasn’t too late.
He climbed through her mane of golden hair and passed by the master sword fused with her forehead without a single thought, he already began to lose the tiny drops of hope he had managed to come up with as she didn’t even notice him standing right on her nose.
“Zelda? Hey Princess, can you hear me?” He asked after clearing his throat from the thick feeling coating it. He pushed through how it burned from his grief, and forced a pleasant tone of voice, as if this day of chasing her tears weren’t the worst day of his life, even surpassing the day the calamity rose or the one where he died.
Her ear didn’t even twitch, her eyes continued to dart around the empty sky, focusing on nothing in particular. She did nothing to acknowledge that Link was standing on her nose, that there was anything different about her life at all.
“It’s okay,” he lied, “I’m sorry it took so long, I need to stop making you wait for me.” His hastily placed mask of pleasantness was quickly crumbling, as he was already unable to stop the stuttering gasps one has before breaking into sobs.
“I’m sorry- I’m sorry I didn’t catch you,” He sniffled, “I wish I didn’t send you the sword, I wish you could’ve lived, I bet you were having a blast watching history unfold before your eyes. I bet it was cool to see everything before all that was left was ruins. I bet you got everyone to love you back then too.”
When there was no response, Link found himself sitting on her snout, straddling it like it was the back of a horse. His head low from the weight of everything until it met the short fur between her eyes. He had already cried so many tears, yet more kept coming. He never seemed to run dry.
“I love you, I know I haven’t been able to put it into words, but I hope you knew. I hope you could tell. I’m sorry I didn’t say it when you could remember me. If- when I fix this, that’s the first thing I’ll tell you. You deserve to hear it even if I have been too much of a coward to say it before it was too late.” The ache became too much and what weight he was sustaining with his arms sent him collapsing into her. He instinctually folded his arms to shield his face from the rest of the world.
“I love you when you’re a scientist and you cover our walls in diagrams and notes and you can’t stop talking about whatever is interesting you that day, I love you when you’re teaching the kids and you struggle to simplify complex concepts and end up teaching them about theoretical physics derived from sheikah technology, I love you when you’re gardening and you braid the flowers you had to prune in my hair because you hate just leaving them in a vase. I love you when you decided to reclaim the throne even though it was hard and it scared you, I love that you love your kingdom more than they could ever realize, I love that you can get anyone you meet to love you.”
“I even love you like this, because I know that there's still a little bit left of you in there, even though you’re not rambling about the latest book you’ve read or about how your flower hybrids are coming along, I can feel you in there. You’re still the light that freed me from death and I still feel that light now.”
Link wasn’t sure that he could turn her back, all that he knew about draconification was that it was permanent. People far smarter than he was had likely studied it so many thousands of years ago and banned it for how it destroyed one's mind. It was impossible to say if there even was a way to reverse it, even if there was, any scraps of information that they’d find about the forbidden magic were unlikely to include a cure. It seemed like even Minaru had been convinced that there was no way to undo what had been done.
He would try, of course, he would try, but even now he was already mourning a failure. He would try, he planned to search the depths and dig for any stone tablet that mentioned dragons on it, but he was almost sure that it wouldn’t be enough. He was pretty good at doing the impossible, but this was a curse from a people that had gone extinct so long ago, and he had a feeling he wouldn’t just be able to hold up his hand and ask Rauru about it. The world was never that kind to him.
Link didn’t know how much time had passed before he heard a different sound ring in his ears. It was the metallic song of an object he had started this tragedy by neglecting. The sword was the thing that tied them together, whose broken state was ultimately the reason Zelda chose to sacrifice everything.
For a moment, he despised it with all of his being. From the moment he had been led to pick up the holy blade, his life had been set on a path of misery. Its consequences broke him beyond what any blessed magic could fix. It stole his voice and stole his life and stole his memories and stole countless lives of people he was born to protect, and worst of all, it stole her. It stole the years of life she had left and convinced her to curse herself eternally. Just so a stupid sword could make itself strong enough to kill a stupid guy who killed simply for the promise of power.
It wasn’t the sword's fault it broke, it wasn’t the sword's fault that he was chosen to bear its burden. He had someone with more reason to be angry at, and directing it at a soulless blade was a waste of the burning rage that suddenly coursed through his veins.
When he finally stood, he looked towards the tendrils of scarlet that surrounded the castle. Horrors left behind by a vile creature who believed he could conquer the world and mold it to his own desires.
The Calamity had felt more like a divine force, a scourge of nature with motives far bigger than what could be understood by the likes of the mortals that lived above it. Ganondorf was far simpler. As many times he hailed himself a king or a god, it did nothing to change the fact that he was just a man.
Link had been through things far more terrifying than a mummy with a craving for power. Though neither the calamity nor the experience of death had been as malicious towards him specifically, neither of them toyed with him by parading the ghost of the princess he was chasing or puppeted her around when he was so desperate to find her. Neither of them spoke with her voice to get him to abandon all reason to distract him.
However, not one single part of that scared him. None of that compared to how quickly the castle and its adjacent town were consumed in smoke, or how one by one the divine beasts glowed magenta, turning into moving sepulchers before his eyes. None of that could be compared to running for their lives away from the beast they were born to defeat, or realizing when one injury would be the last one he could take. Ganondorf’s ploy was nothing compared to waking up alone with nothing but a name and having to take on a broken world he knew he had failed.
Link knew fear, and there wasn’t a trace of it when he thought of the so-called ‘demon king.’
His hand wrapped around the hilt of the Master Sword, it was so familiar, so reliable, so filled with golden light that it felt more like Zelda than whatever it had been before. Just like he had done so many times before, he pulled.
What wasn’t like every other time he had released the sword from its pedestal, was the reaction of the ground beneath his feet and the horrible roar she bellowed. His immediate thought was that he had to let go, he was hurting her, how could he hold on when he was hurting her! He forced his grip to stay steady as a violent whip of her head knocked him off his feet.
He clenched his teeth together as she screamed in agony, the pit in his stomach grew even as he found his footing again and continued to force the blade from its home of ten thousand years. He never wanted to hurt her, he couldn’t imagine even trying to justify it, but he had to get his sword back or her entire sacrifice would’ve been a waste.
For several minutes, the sword was nothing more than a handle for him to grab so he wouldn’t be flung off into the sky, he was rarely ever balanced enough to truly pull it like he was meant to. All the while his ears were filled with her deep sirens of pain that he was directly responsible for, and the deafening wind that tore into him physically just as deeply as Zelda’s screams did psychologically.
All at once, the chaos stopped. The light dragon's shrieks grew silent and the force trying to divide them vanished as she led them up into the sky above the clouds. Up there the whole world was golden, with sparking rays of sunlight glowing on the fluffy layer that separated them from the kingdom below. Link was tempted to reach his hand out to touch it, if only to see the water vapor swirl between his fingers and give any movement to the heavenly skies that seemed so still. Between the sudden calmness of the dragon below him and the lack of wind, it was difficult to determine if they were even moving at all.
One more time, his hands positioned themselves on the darkness-sealing sword. He didn’t even have to pull. The spiraling tendrils of fur loosened their grip on the glowing blade and fell back to their origin. She was giving it to him. She was letting it go.
He held onto it as petals of warm light bloomed from the blade's recovered form, he was a little disappointed, the gold was rather pretty. It left behind a bright metal that shined in the pattern left behind when it had been damaged. Perhaps it was fitting that the sword be left with scars just like her master.
Link brought the flat of the blade to his face, so he was looking right at the symbol of the Triforce. For a moment, he bowed his head as if he was sending a prayer to the goddess. He had no words to give her, he didn’t need her quiet well wishes or luck where he was going. Even if Ganondorf’s army was filled with King Gleeoks and armored silver Lynels, it wouldn’t be enough to keep him from tearing that bastard down.
Even demon kings died, and Link took a little bit of pleasure in knowing that he was the one born to do it. Perhaps that would be enough to temper the fury within his bones that shielded him from the grief of Zelda’s sacrifice. Killing him wouldn’t fix everything, but it might.
There was only one way to find out.
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Link felt like he had come back from the dead, which was a little odd, because he couldn’t remember dying. He could feel his spirit still settling back into his body, like dye slowly mixing with water, starting from his chest and slowly gaining feeling in his arms and legs. He felt heavy, something was pulling at him, but he couldn’t figure out what. He knew he must’ve been dreaming, or… something. There were the ghosts of recent images in his mind that he couldn’t quite decipher, just golden light and ghostly turquoise clouds.
He forced his eyes open and made the discovery that he was falling. With a gasp of thin air, it all came back to him. Rauru and Sonia, being filled with blinding light, turning the slumbering light dragon back into the person he had been chasing this entire time.
Link jerked his head around, searching for her, ignoring the fact that he was plummeting head-first toward the world below. She was nearly a speck of white in the distance underneath him. Immediately, he dove for her. He reached his arm out long before he was even close to grasping her again.
She drew closer and closer until he was worried about diving too fast past her or into her and risking hurting her. He carefully leveled off his body as quickly as he could bear before grasping for her hand that limply trailed in front of her in her unconsciousness.
He was inches away. One more desperate push, and finally, his hand was in hers once again. He immediately pulled her towards him, wrapping his arm securely around her shoulders. The other made its way to the back of her head, threading his fingers through her hair. He could’ve claimed it was to protect her as they dropped, but in reality, he just needed to be close to her again.
The wind swept away the relieved sob he couldn’t help but let slip out as he tucked his head into her bare shoulder. He had done all he could to convince himself that it would be hopeless. He knew how much more it hurt to cling to hope when there was no reason to. He chased memories that were doomed to never return and people who had died so long ago that weren’t lucky enough to linger if only for a single conversation. There was safety in accepting that it was too late, that all attempts were all for nothing.
But she was here, in his arms. Alive and breathing, the sound of her heart beating rumbled steadily beneath the ear he had pressed near the artery in her neck. If they weren’t plunging through the air faster than a burning comet of fragmented stars, he could’ve imagined waking up in their bed in Hateno as entangled as they were.
Link wasn’t afraid of falling, he never hesitated to leap off of high places the moment King Rhoam first gave him his paraglider. He loved the feeling of floating weightlessly in the air, seeing the full majesty of the kingdom he had sworn to protect. He rode the air currents of the dragons without a worry of falling too far, but he had never felt like he was flying.
Now, while plummeting through the skies, he had never felt more like he was soaring. She was his wings, her return was the only thing keeping him from sinking so far into the darkness that there was no hope he could make his way back up to the surface. He had gotten so used to the gloom that infected his veins and the refusal to hope that he would ever see her again that he had forgotten what it had felt like for everything to be right.
He should’ve worried about landing, or about thinking of a way to pull out his paraglider while being able to keep his hold on her. He should’ve at the very least brought his eyes out from their hiding place in the crook of her neck. He didn’t. He trusted that some divine force would save them, perhaps they had earned just one more miracle.
Link held her through reaching terminal velocity through the air, through the sudden impact and submersion into a body of water, through yet another fight for their lives and their world, and even when they were safe on the surface, he hesitated to let her go. Even though his muscles ached and the emotional whiplash had mentally exhausted him, he held her close to his chest and prayed for her to wake up.
Eventually, his exhaustion won and he had to let her down gently into the grass before his legs gave out and she was given a less-than-romantic wake-up call. It took a moment, a second of feeling a steady stream of water transfer from his soaking wet hair down his bare back, of ignoring how the white fabric of her dress had turned partially transparent and clung to her thighs.
In the golden light of the sun, pouring through the fluffy clouds, Zelda’s eyes began to flutter. After countless thousands of years, she was finally allowed to wake up, and Link would be there by her side to wish her a good morning.
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As You Wish
Ganondorf x gn!Captain!reader/no-name OC
Edit: changed the name bc i hated it
Soft ganon is my fav ganon could you tell??
Wrote this with BOTW/TOTK Ganondorf in mind but it could probably be read with other versions
Warnings: none, just fluff
Word Count: 570
Masterlist
AO3
“You need a break.”
The Captain of the Guard turned their head to scan the side-entrance as a ploy to hide their smile. This was not the first time he suggested a break, nor would it be the last.
“If you’ll remember, it was you who assigned me to this post, Your Lordship.” They risked a glance over their shoulder. The Gerudo King held his cheek in his palm, elbow propped against the arm of his throne. A grin stretched across his face. It was so rare for him to display his emotions so openly when at work; they were almost transfixed by the sight. “It is my duty to protect you at all hours of the day, from anyone who should dare to threaten His Majesty.”
A deep chuckle rumbled low in his chest. “The Kingdom went to sleep hours ago.”
“Nighttime is the perfect cover for an assassination.”
“We are surrounded by layers of protection,” he countered, teasing. “A slew of warriors between us and the front gate, all prepared to deal with intruders. If anything did happen, they would raise an alarm.”
“Your Highness has not retired for the night.” They faced forward once more. Their ornate, golden spear glinted in the moonlight pouring through the sandstone windows and open doorways. The only other light came from torches scattered throughout the room, keeping the chill at bay. “I am not permitted to leave my post until my King does so.”
He chuckled, a deep, warm rumble. “And if I choose to remain here all night?”
“Then I shall guard you all night.”
They listened as he stood from the chair, heavy footfalls carrying him closer and jewelry clinking together gently with every motion. His large chest hovered close behind them, radiating heat like the desert sun so close to their skin. His nose pressed lightly against their hair.
“And if I asked you to join me?”
Even after all this time, their heart picked up. They could imagine his smirk as he realized this as well. “If that is what His Majesty wishes.”
He hm’d. Golden eyes watched carefully as he slid a large hand around their waist. As expected of his Captain, they did not flinch away or fall out of formation, even as he brushed against skin left exposed by their armor. Professional to the end of their shift, always. He dropped his head to their shoulder and nuzzled his large nose into their soft neck, pressing against the pulse point just beneath their jaw.
“And if I asked what you wished?” he purred lowly.
They smiled. Finally, their muscles relaxed beneath his touch. It was intoxicating to feel their trust fall implicitly into his hands. They turned around in his arms and carefully undid the elaborate jewelry keeping his hair up.
“I wish to spend the night with my husband.”
Oh, the love in his eyes. His smile rivaled the warmth of the burning sun, and the softness of fine, Gerudo fabrics. For a moment, he rested their foreheads together and lingered, basked in the presence of his beloved. He could not imagine another soul filling the spot reserved in his heart as perfectly as they did, and he did not wish for anyone else to try.
They shared a brief kiss in the moonlight. It was late enough already, there was no point in delaying rest any longer. “As you wish, my love.”
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Link/Zelda (Legend of Zelda)
Characters: Link (Legend of Zelda), Zelda (Legend of Zelda), King Rhoam Bosphoramus Hyrule
Additional Tags: Grief/Mourning, Past Character Death, Fanfic as Therapy, my therapist said some things to me the other day and i didnt know how to process them, so i wrote fic about it
Summary:
After the Calamity, the world has moved on. The dead are all mourned. There is work to be done. The chance to grieve an ancient loss is long passed.
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The tunic in her hands feels different from the others that Link has let her examine for the sake of her historical research. It’s thick, thicker than even the one meant for the Hero that once lived in the sky where the winds were harsh, and as she pulls it out of the chest the white trousers and chunky brown boots go with it. They’re…attached? Why would a tunic and trousers be sewn together like this, why are the boots-
The answer comes to her when she sees the mask crushed into the bottom of the chest, like when Link put this outfit away he was doing it as fast as possible without a care for how it would wrinkle.
OR
When Link is away, Zelda finds one of his new sets of armor and tries it on. She finds it has an...interesting side effect.
OR OR
zelda wears the link's awakening outfit and everyone thinks she's link
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