After Link defeats Divine Beast Vah Ruta he is teleported just outside the Zora Domain, but his luck runs short when he runs into a group of Yiga Clan. Link gets off with a serious injury, and his closest escape is Zoras Domain. Link arrives and collapses into the arms of the prince of Zoras. Will Sidon have the chance to tell Link his feelings? Or will Links injuries, or maybe something else, take him? There's some fluff, like hardcore, and some smut.

Revali is the champion of the skies. A master of archery he lives alone and keeps himself to himself in his own little bubble. Until he is chosen to pilot a divine beast and meets link The hero of hyrule. Depressed and forgotten. Pushed aside by the princess and the weight of the world on his shoulders. Link has a past no one including him knows about which causes evil to erupt inside the hero. Continue reading to find out more 😊 Ok so this is a story about revalink I tend to update quickly as the main reason I write is so I get my ideas out Chapters will vary in length I have a plan for the first four or five then will be open to suggestions I'm not a well known writer so please recommend if you like I'm not annoying and I will finish this story And it will be cool not asinine in the slightest

Link is a horrible shot... Right?

One-shots for breath of the wild. Some are fluffy, and others are smutty.

WARNING THIS BOOK IS ONLY THE FIRST OF POSSIBLY MANY. READERS DESCREATION IS ADVISED! THIS STORY SERIES MAY CONTAIN DRAMA, DEATH, FLUFF, AND MORE!!!!!! MAKE SURE YOU VOTE AND COMMENT IF YOU LIKE THE BOOK! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A lot can happen in one year. Ka-thump! Link released his held breath as he watched the stag he was hunting drop to the ground with little grace. After the return of Zelda and the fall of Calamity Ganon, Link slaved away for one whole year doing what he could to keep himself busy. Then on one fateful day everything changed. Knock, knock, knock! Link looked to his door confused as he looked at the clock hanging on his wall. It was 3:30 in the morning. No one should have been knocking on his door, but what caught his eyes was the small envelope that slid under his door into the kitchen. He placed his cutting knife down and went over to the thing seeing his name written in extravagant hand writing he knew all too well. He flipped the paper over seeing the bright red wax stamp of a cursive S he had grown to love.