Important note that I don't think I have mentioned yet, while I know that Link is a child (like 10-12 years old) in some games, I won't rp him any younger than 17 as I simply do not feel comfortable with it.
However, what happens when he is young can be plotted between our muses so that it shapes their relationship, his actions with them, etc when he's older.
Trying to come up with a modern au for Link and honestly the closets I'm getting to his role in canon is that he's a bodyguard of the royal family.
↪ 𝑺𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 , HISTORICAL 〳 FANTASY edition ! ( a collection of 25 settings based upon the period 〳 fantasy genres ; meant to inspire drabbles or be used as prompts . WILL be updated . )
001. the interior of an elegant carriage .
002. seated at a large dining table set with an elaborate meal .
003. the shadowy corner of a lively tavern .
004. the top of a light house during a raging storm .
005. along the dimly lit corridor of a large manor .
006. the damp , dark brig of a pirate ship .
007. the ruins of an ancient structure lost to time .
008. a theater hall brimming with attendees .
009. the bustling streets of a market town .
010. a sun - drenched vineyard .
011. along a boardwalk overlooking the sea .
012. a moonlit cemetery full of weathered graves .
013. on horseback , deep in the woods .
014. a luxurious drawing room smelling of tea .
015. a sprawling dragon roost , hidden atop craggy mountain peaks .
016. a war - torn battlefield .
017. a beautiful cathedral bustling with churchgoers .
018. within a crammed opera box during a performance .
019. an elegant tearoom serving afternoon refreshments .
020. a lakeside pavilion on an especially hot day .
021. a sprawling network of underground catacombs .
022. a hidden glade in the middle of the woods .
023. the deep , dark dungeon of a castle .
024. a market square full of fruit and fineries .
025. a baker's shop smelling of wonderful pastries .
026. the quiet stables of a large estate .
027. on the outskirts of a magnificent water fountain .
028. in a dimly lit library , hidden amongst the books .
029. among the high walls of a hedge maze .
030. at the front desk of a warm , homey inn .
031. under the protection of a gazebo as it rains .
032. on the landing of a busy train station .
033. a gambling hall alight with raucous laughter and drink .
034. a pristine infirmary , mostly empty .
035. on board a huge ship making a long voyage .
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036. in a sunlit garden adorned with blooming flowers .
037. at the edge of a serene forest lake under a starry sky.
038. within a quiet corridor of a castle during a lavish ball .
039. in a bustling blacksmith's forge , sparks flying .
040. on a rocky cliffside overlooking a vast ocean .
041. in a quaint village square during a festival .
042. within a secret chamber hidden behind a bookshelf .
043. in the grand atrium of a luxurious hotel .
044. along a narrow brick alleyway in a crowded town .
045. within a busy marketplace in a desert town .
046. on a tranquil beach at sunrise .
047. in a cozy cottage with a crackling fireplace .
048. at the helm of a majestic airship soaring through the clouds .
049. in a grand library filled with ancient tomes .
050. on a bustling harbor dock as ships come and go .
051. within a magical forest where the trees glow softly .
052. in an apothecary's shop filled with herbs and potion .
053. at a secluded cabin by a dangerously quick river .
054. within the opulent throne room of a powerful ruler .
055. in an enchanted glade where fairies dance in the moonlight .
“His body smelled like a precious-wood forest; his hair, like sandalwood, his skin, like cedar. It was as if he had always lived among trees and plants.”
— Anaïs Nin, Little Birds
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#𝙡𝙮𝙠𝙤𝙨𝙤𝙜: a private + mutuals exclusive 𝙍𝙤𝙗𝙗 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙠 from 𝘈 𝘚𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘐𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘍𝘪𝘳𝘦; book based with some show influence (+18).
N.intendo is too family friendly sometimes so I will go deeper into the scars Link has (For example, at the end of totk his arm fully heals but in my portrayal I want to keep the scar from Ganon's attack at the beginning even if Rauru manages to heal it so that he doesn't feel pain).
HIS HAND CURLS INTO A FIST OUT OF IMPOTENCE. He already knew it wouldn't be an easy task to convince them. That he would most likely be refused, as his words would fall on ears too resolute to waver. And yet, knowing did nothing to lessen the sting of it. FOR IT WASN'T AS IF HE HADN'T PROVEN HIMSELF. He had grown; he had fought and overcome many challenges; he bore the blade of legend meant to vanquish evil. . .So why ? Why do they still have to treat him as though he were a clueless, defenseless boy ? It makes his blood boil beneath his skin and he has to tighten his jaw, breath hissing beneath his teeth, in an attempt to keep his emotions in check. But standing there, while they make the decision for him, he finds the silence unbearable ❝ Still. . . ! ❞ the words burst from him in a short-lived protests because, before he can utter another word, the sheikah's voice cuts through the air once more.
For a moment it's able to shut him. It has been a long time since he learned to see beyond their harsh tone, to recognize the worry hidden beneath their bluntness. If all of it was because of the person or the hero, it didn't matter to him. However, he cannot recall a moment where they had ever spoken it so plainly. And that, more than anything, is what only encourages him to continue with his tantrum. Despite their intentions likely being the opposite ❝ That's precisely why I want to go with you ! ❞ he says, refusing to let what may very well be the last opportunity he has before they turn away slip through his fingers ❝ You've always been the one caring for me, the one to be there when I needed it ❞ the quiet figure in the shadows, a steady presence at his side that doesn't leave him alone. Not truly, even if there were things he had to face by himself ❝ let me be the one to help you, if only this once ❞ and there, all the frustration, the stubbornness, the determination he has felt softens, turning into something fragile. A plea.
❝ Fate always finds its way no matter what, right ? ❞ like an immovable force, unshaken by the desires of those caught in its tide. It would not shift, not if they cursed it, not if they clung futilely to the hope that things can be different. Fate offers no escape, no other path but the one that had already been carved long before he had taken his first breath. Creating a story where every role must be played and where he was no exception ❝ Then, if mine is to defeat that man and restore peace, it will happen eventually ❞ be it that very same day, the next one or in a hundred years. If it is meant to be, it would be. Inevitability being a constant looming over those chosen to walk this circle like a curse. The weight of that certainty keeps his voice steady as he holds their gaze, searching for the smallest crack in their resolve ❝ So, do you really think the gods will mind that I accompany a friend along the way ? ❞
❛ why is it safe for you & not for me ? ❜
the eternal balance can only be tipped so far before it gets upset. if the hero is to walk a path of his own choosing, all possible roads need to have been walked at least once by someone else. it is either the shadow themselves or someone else, even one of the kokiri would suffice, but the path needs to be trodden and it needs to be known to the land of hyrule as a possible line from one point to another - a journey can only become one when it has been noted as such, the archivist in them knows it too well. then there is the part of them that has been made to know sorrow intimately, not only experiencing it but also inflicting it upon the malice of this world if only with the fringes of the dark as their witness. there would be no danger in this land they don't know about, which is not something they'd ever say to link directly, so they accept his sulking and swallow it like they swallow everything else he'd throw at them. they'd suffice with his blood too, though they do their most valiant not to; he is just as danger-prone as a fern in a heavy thunder storm.
a katana and smaller knives, foregoing the paper sigils they know impa enjoys to employ when facing possible enemies - there is nothing their hands couldn't do at the end of the day. link may beat them when it came to swordsmanship, as they made sure of early on and his spirit took care of the rest of the day as he would for times to come, but there is no one to rival the sheikah warrior when it came to close range combat, without any weapons, or to simply shroud the world in a dark veil to dispose of whoever may cause harm to the kingdom or the hero. another thing they would not say. instead they turn to link once he finally vocalised what caused his face to suffer such terrible furrowing, and they clasp his shoulder with a sure hand. " because i am older, and i am more experienced, and because you have other tasks to do. not everything can be safe, but one can gamble how ready they are to step out of their own front door, " they do tell him, a round-about way to signal they are aware of his desire to be useful but more aware of caution to not let him be thrown into a potential blunder all because they couldn't keep watchful eyes. that would never happen.
a thin smile, barely there but kind, is etched onto their face. " do you think i'd let you just charge at anything because you think you can? i'd never invite the chance for you to get hurt into my vicinity just to amuse your idleness. " then they pull the black haori from where it is secured over the back of a low chair and put it over their armour, making sure to appear as inconspicuous as they could be. stopping by link's side again, their gaze softens. " next time. this is nothing you should deal with. it is an matter for the sheikah. "
Past lives couldn't ever hold me down Lost love is sweeter when it's finally found I've got the strangest feeling This isn't our first time around.
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HE LISTENS INTENTLY, THE WEIGHT OF THEIR WORDS SINKING IN AS DEEPLY AS THE EXHAUSTION IN HIS BONES. He walks quietly behind the sheikah, the distant sounds of the battle still ringing in his ears, like echoes from another life. Yet, there was a new softness in his eyes, a mixture of weariness and relief that he does not think he has felt until that moment. For the first time since he had picked it up, THE SWORD FELT LIGHTER, as though the immense burden of duty it carried ( and which had driven him forward for so long ) finally began to ease. He could feel it in the way his shoulders began to relax, in how his breath came slightly easier and his mind began to quiet. He had served his purpose. Every battle had been fought, every trial overcome. The realization washed over him like a warm blanket, comforting and profound: he had done enough.
He sits down slowly on the grass, allowing the coolness to embrace his weary limbs if only for a second. The soothing touch offering a rare moment of comfort as, with a subtle nod, he acknowledges both the wisdom and the carefulness in what they say ❝ that is enough for me, ❞ he murmurs, his voice low but full, carrying a sense of completion. He does not need many words, for he has never been one for them himself. His silence spoke volumes, a language of its own that conveys more than any speech ever could. And when it would not suffice, he let his actions show his message and intentions, as proven by the scars, both seen and unseen, that he bears ❝ knowing everyone will be fine is all I need ❞ he adds, and there was the true essence of his journey. HE DID NOT FIGHT FOR THE GLORY, NOR FOR THE PRAISE OR ADMIRATION OF OTHERS. He fought simply to ensure that their land and those he cared for would have a chance to heal and grow.
Though perhaps that was why his mind could not help but move foward, contemplating the next step he had to take in this new chapter of his life ❝ but...what now ? ❞ he wonders aloud, the question lingering in the air as he leans forward, elbows resting on his knees and fingers interlaced, and stares at them ❝ what will be needed of me now ? ❞ The princess' role was as clear as it was crucial. She would be the beacon of hope guiding people in the new era that was about to begin. The one to restore their faith after all the suffering they have faced. BUT WHAT OF HIM ? He longed to help, to stand by her side and contribute to the rebuilding of Hyrule. Yet, WHAT USE DOES A WEAPON HAVE IN A TIME OF PEACE ? He had to find out before seeing her again. He could not face her with doubts, if only to avoid making her carry all the weight of their future alone.
the dust cloud settling is a momentary event. nothing sticks around in this land but the evergreen fact that everything returns some day, maybe later rather than sooner, but return it will. they have seen the rise and fall of this kingdom several times over, a land growing back from its own ashes, in the vice of ganon's darkness only until the hero and the princess would rise to defeat it once again. this is how the story has been made, even if they were the one to write it down they had no hand in crafting it, and there is nothing to it besides the rare sense of contentment that is meddling within their usually calm veins to remind them that a period of peace is about to descend once more. all for the hero and his valiant effort, this sword that never rests when darkness roars, and his undeniable sacrifice to go the entire distance even when he knows the least about the mechanism at play, even when he rises up with no prior awareness, when all he knows is what is happening at hand. his hand has led them, all of them, with only the princess being the one to lead him - a light on this bravery, on the rarity of his person.
hyrule never wants to take the easier route, it always needs a trial by blood. he looks the part - too young for his wounds and for this torch he is carrying but all the more vivid in his victory, tragedy of his years having been stolen only meeting a small remedy in this but there is now an entire life ahead of him that is not cast in the burning hatred that has infected this land from deep within the demon's king greed. " anything you have experienced is over now, yes, " they tell him to his exhausted face, their own well-hidden with half of it in cloth and mostly their gaze expressing their own keen awareness of what happened to him, of what he has done for all of them. they are the last to coddle him, always the first to push instead, but they are keeping away from it now as they can see how much the past hours have taken a toll on his especially.
they are never one to heap sugar-coated kindness onto anyone, least of all him, so they are quick to continue as they walk with him away from the battlefield he left behind ( the princess couldn't be far away ) and into a quieter part of the fields in front of the castle, where walls may have fallen and the grass has been razed not too many metres from here but there is a patch of surviving green that would give link the opportunity to sit or lie down, put his sword away if he wished or needed to, and to just listen if he'd really want to indulge them into philosophical visions about this land that means so much to them. he'd probably fall asleep hearing them talk, but he might see this as an advantage to engaging them. " i can't tell you how long it will last. you have done well, everything that was needed of you is what you did. know that it may take more than a lifetime before this darkness returns. "