Trying To Come Up With A Modern Au For Link And Honestly The Closets I'm Getting To His Role In Canon

I understand the "I will die for you" ship dynamic, but what about the "I will not let you die, I will not let myself die- we will, at any cost, survive" kind of couple?

The fact that you actually know about Link and Zelda's age in totk because of a character from a side quest you may never do will always be so funny to me

𝘐𝘕  𝘛𝘏𝘌  𝘓𝘈𝘕𝘋  𝘖𝘍  𝘏𝘠𝘙𝘜𝘓𝘌,  𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙𝘌  𝘌𝘊𝘏𝘖𝘌𝘚  𝘈  𝘓𝘌𝘎𝘌𝘕𝘋.  𝘈  𝘓𝘌𝘎𝘌𝘕𝘋  𝘏𝘌𝘓𝘋  𝘋𝘌𝘈𝘙𝘓𝘠  𝘉𝘠  𝘛𝘏𝘌  𝘙𝘖𝘠𝘈𝘓  𝘍𝘈𝘔𝘐𝘓𝘠  𝘛𝘏𝘈𝘛  𝘛𝘌𝘓𝘓  𝘖𝘍  𝘈  𝘉𝘖𝘠…#𝐇𝟏𝐑𝐔𝐋𝟑𝐒  a  private  and  selective  𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊  from  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃  𝐎𝐅  𝐙𝐄𝐋𝐃𝐀.

Also HOW DID I NOT MENTION THIS, the backstory of Volvagia being a small dragon young Link saves from being sold and becomes friends with? Absolutely canon in this blog because it's amazing how he refuses to kill it when he's older because of that connection but eventually has to (while still trying to make it remember him and avoid it) and it's in that moment where it's dying and Ganon's curse goes away that it remembers and both cry.

Forgot to say this yesterday but I also take inspiration from the mangas and include in my portrayal those things that, in my opinion, contribute to making Link or his story more complex.

An example of this is how, instead of just completely ignoring Saria's ocarina when Zelda gives him the ocarina of time in the games, Link actually loses it because he has to fool Ganondorf somehow when he tries to take it from him and the only option is giving him Saria's one (which is what happens in the manga).

Guys Guys!! Are you seeing my vision?

OMG I just saw this quote about being a god's chosen meaning you are also a god's cursed and like... it's so true for Link? Having the triforce of courage may be seen as a blessing, but he is also doomed to continue fighting forever this great evil which threatens humanity and doomed to never actually die or come back if he does because Hylia just can't afford his loss?

“Kill the boy and let the man be born.”

— A Dance with Dragons by George R. R. Martin

nonverbal  meme  prompts ↪  they  seem  few  &  far  between,  so  i  tried  to  come  up  with  as  many  scenarios  as  i  could  think  of  where  dialogue  wasn’t  a  necessary  starting  point.  some  are  more  uh  specific  than  others  /  drabble-y,  but  they’re  all  dialogue-free  (  tho  ofc  this  does  not  necessarily  extend  to  the  response  itself  ).  to  reverse  who  sends  what,  send  ‘  [  prompt  ]+  ’  !  alter  any  as  you  see  fit,  &  lemme  know  if  anything’s  unclear  ♡

[  pull  ]  sender  pulls  receiver  closer  to  them

[  touch  ]  sender  places  their  hand  affectionately  on  receiver

[  guide  ]  sender  helps  receiver  through  a  difficult  video  game

[  lean  ]  sender  leans  on  receiver

[  pierce  ]  sender  helps  receiver  with  a  new  piercing  (  doing,  aftercare,  etc  )

[  sit  ]  sender  sits  in  receiver’s  lap

[  spar  ]  sender  pins  receiver  down  in  a  practice  fight

[  cook  ]  sender  makes  food  for  receiver

[  slide  ]  sender  pushes  an  item  across  the  table  to  receiver

[  kiss  ]  sender  kisses  (  lips,  cheek,  forehead,  hand,  etc  )

[  lead  ]  sender  leads  receiver  someplace

[  wound  ]  sender  injures  muse  in  a  fight  (  practice  or  real  )

[  snap  ]  sender  takes  a  photo  of  receiver  (  candid  or  posed  )

[  drape  ]  sender  drapes  their  arm  around  receiver’s  shoulders

[  bullet  ]  sender  takes  a  bullet  for  receiver  (  literal  or  figurative  )

[  nap  ]  sender  falls  asleep  against  receiver

[  teeth  ]  sender  bears  teeth  at  receiver

[  trace  ]  sender  traces  one  of  receiver’s  scars

[  cocktail  ]  sender  makes  /  gives  receiver  a  cocktail

[  comfort  ]  sender  comforts  receiver  when  they  are  upset  /  crying

[  bouquet  ]  sender  surprises  receiver  with  a  bouquet

[  massage  ]  sender  gives  receiver  a  massage  (  planned,  spontaneous,  full  body,  shoulder,  etc  )

[  mentor  ]  sender  takes  muse  under  their  wing

[  tattoo  ]  sender  helps  receiver  with  a  new  tattoo  (  doing,  aftercare,  etc  )

[  dare  ]  receiver  acts  out  a  dare  from  sender

[  hug  ]  sender  pulls  receiver  into  a  hug

[  phone  ]  receiver  sees  sender  smiling  at  something  on  their  phone

[  popcorn  ]  sender  makes  popcorn  for  a  movie  night

[  wake  ]  sender  tries  to  wake  receiver

[  groom  ]  sender  tries  to  make  receiver  look  more  presentable

[  flower  ]  sender  places  a  flower  behind  receiver’s  ear

[  sad  ]  sender  looks  at  receiver  sorrowfully

[  playlist  ]  sender  curates  a  playlist

[  fashion  show  ]  sender  tries  to  help  receiver  choose  an  outfit

[  shield  ]  sender  steps  between  receiver  and  danger

[  bandage  ]  sender  helps  bandage  up  receiver’s  wounds

[  duel  ]  muses  get  into  a  fight

[  fear  ]  sender  finds  receiver  having  a  nightmare

[  hold  ]  sender  holds  receiver’s  hand

[  bruise  ]  sender  finds  receiver  with  a  bruise  /  tries  to  help  receiver  cover  up  a  bruise

[  brush  ]  sender  brushes  /  styles  /  dyes  receiver’s  hair

[  portrait  ]  receiver  paints  a  portrait  of  receiver

[  assist  ]  sender  helps  the  receiver  with  a  task  they’re  struggling  in

[  wow  ]  sender  does  something  to  really  amaze  receiver

[  glare  ]  sender  is  still  hurt  after  an  argument

[  roast  ]  muses  roast  marshmallows  together  /  make  s’mores

[  shoot  ]  muses  attend  a  game  of  paintball

[  diary  ]  receiver  writes  a  journal  entry  about  sender  (  maybe  they  find  it  ?  )

[  dance  ]  sender  whisks  receiver  onto  to  ‘  dance  floor  ’  (  can  be  actual  or  pretend  )

[  rest  ]  sender  rests  their  chin  on  receiver’s  head  /  shoulder

[  manicure  ]  sender  paints  receiver’s  nails

[  tuck  ]  sender  tucks  in  receiver’s  shirt,  hair  behind  ear,  etc

[  chin  ]  sender  lifts  receiver’s  chin  up

[  lap  ]  sender  puts  their  feet  in  receiver’s  lap

[  write  ]  receiver  writes  sender  a  note

[  play  ]  muses  play  a  board  game  /  card  game  together

[  glance  ]  receiver  catches  sender  looking  at  them

[  ill  ]  sender  takes  care  of  receiver  when  they  are  unwell

[  hearth  ]  sender  lights  a  fire

[  tap  ]  sender  taps  receiver  on  the  shoulder

[  bake  ]  muses  bake  together

[  read  ]  sender  reads  to  receiver

[  study  ]  sender  tries  to  help  receiver  study

[  push  ]  sender  pushes  receiver  in  anger

[  skill  ]  receiver  tries  to  assist  sender  in  learning  a  new  skill

[  coated  ]  receiver  finds  sender  covered  in  blood

[  gesture  ]  sender  motions  for  receiver  to  follow  them

[  downpour  ]  receiver  finds  sender  out  in  the  rain

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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. "