#revelda

[nuvemzinhacorderosa]

Hehe

[vampire-moon-goddess]

"Waiting for you to awake, Princess."

Cover art for "The one who touched my heart."

[spikedfeathers]

RAIN!

Mud's supposed to be next, however, small doodles/drawings might be coming out as I work on it.

[alastorssimpforever]

Botw fandom how do we feel about this ship?

Do you ship Zelvali? (BOTW)

OTP

BrOTP

I like them

Neutral

Not for me

Voting ended onAug 18, 2025

Im back on my zelvali bs after 5 years 😭😭

Propaganda: they both have an understanding of failure and were the only ones out of the champions to struggle to reach power. Both had were jealous of Link. They met each other at a hot spring 🤭

[coolmc222]

Revali x Zelda is the peak of “future burnt out gifted kids” ship

[zelzenik]

ok u know what. if ur seeing this, it's likely 2030, and ur likely looking for zelvali content. if ur seeing this, i'm likely still occasionally checking my tumblr. if ur seeing this, i very likely still ship zelvali

please don't be afraid to interact with any of my zelvali posts, even if it's the year 2030. i'm always willing to have a zelvali breakdown, regardless of what year it is. thank u very much in advance

[zelvalisummer]

featherlight

link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31554599

author: LegendaryHero

rating/status: G, complete

summary: The Akkala Citadel had been overcome with monsters, and Zelda, Revali, and Mipha work tirelessly to heal the soldiers and free the Citadel. After the mission, Zelda and Revali spend a moment alone on top of the Akkala Tower, looking out over the region they just saved.

[cyraclove]

Ignore me, here’s another zeldvali drabble because I can’t stop thinking about my grad school AU

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“What do you mean?” She asked, peering at the report. “The hemiplegia would be contralateral because the clinical presentation suggests that the infarct is in the left hemisphere,” she held it out to him, “and it is.”

Revali’s mouth curved into that smirk that she loathed as he took the paper from her and set it down. He took several steps forward, nearly closing the already narrow gap between them.

“You’re discounting the posterior nature of the stroke.”

“I’m certainly not.”

His beryl-green irises glinted.

“Well, hemiplegia would be a motor deficit. Yes?”

Zelda furrowed her brow at him. While his expression was one of amusement, it veiled something else. Something that she’d seen glimmers of before, just briefly.

It was there when he watched her working alone in the lab or at the café, and it was there that day he’d seen her jogging on campus. She’d ignored it, tucked the notion away and filed it under nonsensical.

And yet, there it was again as Revali’s eyes shifted down to traverse her body, studying her with an insatiable intensity.

His gaze on her practically hummed along her skin, a vibrantly volatile current of heat that she could no longer ignore.

“Yes,” she concurred, the response much breathier than she’d intended. The air was suddenly suffocating, the nearness of him making time slow to a crawl.

“Then one could argue that there may not be hemiplegic complications at all,” he murmured. His eyes flickered up to lock with hers, and Zelda heard her breath involuntarily hitch.

The sudden feeling of his fingers on hers made her stomach flip, her heart seize in her chest. He ran them lazily over her knuckles without his eyes leaving hers, his calloused touch somehow featherlight and gentle.

“What are you doing?” She managed, the words partially dying in her throat when he stroked the underside of her palm.

He chuckled.

“I’m explaining to you what you missed in your report. It’s imperative that you take constructive criticism in order to build on your clinical skills.”

“No, I mean, what are we doing?”

“I don’t know, Zelda,” he murmured, “what do you want to do?”

A beat.

“Does that door lock?” She whispered. She watched his jaw clench as a flicker of something hungry flashed across his face.

“Yes,” he replied, his voice audibly tense, “it does.”

“Lock it.”

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