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[yandereunsolved]

𓆝 Poly Platonic Yandere Wild & Twilight 𓆟

Two loyal friends—that's what you have always seen them as. It has never been anything more or anything less. You have always chosen to look the other way at their darker natures. They were simply protective. That's all.  

They comfort you when you're sad. 

Make sure you are taken to Hyrule when injured. 

Wild always cooks for you, and the meals are mouth-wateringly delectable. 

Twilight teaches you how to hunt, fish, and farm. 

You help them in your own ways, a salve to their traumatic wounds. 

It's perfect.

The bodies make stack up when you are not looking. Throats may be slit and partners threatened to fuck off before they end up the same way. But still, they keep their natures nuturingly passive around you.

"You're safe." Two words they both often say to you and each other. 

"We'll protect you." Three words that both promise to you.

"Never will we separate." Four words they urge to end in an unspoken promise.

"You are our hero, darlin'." Five words, confirmation of your importance to them (and only them).

They ask for nothing more than your companionship. They just want a friend that is theirs and only theirs.

[pseudoartistpostsstuff]

Alright alright- Bear with me here. Could I perhaps ask for a Yandere LU Chain, where Reader is like HUGE adventurer. Kinda like Wild in his game, exploring everywhere and stuff. But one day maybe Reader gets hurt on an adventure by a black-blooded creature, and the Chain is bit too late to save them. So Reader is like Twilight for a bit, although maybe they can also recover due to the Chain likely supporting them as much if not more than with Twilight. How would the Chain react to this afterwards? Would they be relieved, angry, or...? Both? Tbh I think overprotectiveness would just go brrrr after this-

Also, love love LOVE your writing! Seriously, HOW DO YOU DO THIS MAGIC? It's put together so well and istg i get goosebumps sometimes from this stuff.

Thank you!!!

Thank you very much for requesting, and I hope you enjoy this very late reply!

Notes aka author ramblings: Apollo slapped me in the face with random energy and motivation to write this, the inspiration came along the way and faded a bit more towards the end, so please take that into consideration 😭

Basically I wrote this on the span of 2-3 hours

What may look like a few plot holes was some ties I left untied on purpose because I felt like it'd probably sound too much like an info dump in the oneshot

But I have so many thoughts

And yes reader's codename is Stray

I hope I'm not rusty fr

TWs: Light yanderism, blood and wounds (not graphic), mentioned spiders, bullying, childhood trauma and exclusion.

Yandere! LU! Chain x Reader

Stray at heart, collared in body.

The world is big and full of stuff, and to say that you loved to explore it would be an understatement. Sometimes it felt like your biggest love was for adventuring, cause’ of course it was! How could anyone not love to find new places, objects, people— Even animals and magical creatures!

It was the type of subject that got you rambling and all excited.

Of course, you weren't exactly one of those pure born hyruleans, you weren't even from Hyrule, for starters, so you lacked the elegant pointy ears, and, well, the actual magic and luck that came with being one so close to Hylia as the race that descended from the Goddess herself.

That definitely hindered your explorations, leaving you bare handed when it came to healing and all things good and helpful for explorers like you. Still, none of that ever stopped you.

Actually, it was the thing that moved you to start in the first place, back when you were very young.

Back then, in the village you came from yet never considered home, the whole place felt filled to the brim with boredom-inducing stillness — or so you remembered, and so your childish eyes told you — you felt like it wasn't worth staying there.

It was going to be still and empty of fun forever, you could never be happy staying locked down there when so many new and yet ancient things were waiting for you everywhere else!

Needless to say, your head was constantly in the clouds, though, maybe that was a good thing after a while. It certainly shielded you from feeling too lonely when you started to actually notice you were being excluded by the rest of the children.

The stares and quiet giggles weren't easy to bear, but you just learned to deal with them with time, keeping yourself focused on your future instead, the future you wanted to build far away from that place.

Of course, as you are now today, and after learning about and interacting with so many different cultures, learning what you could from their knowledge, some things stuck with you.

Like the knowledge that now you had, that the children weren't ever the ones at fault in the first place.

Their stares and giggles mainly mimicked, almost perfectly, the ones who teached them to act that way, their glares and mockery.

Sometimes you wondered how your own parents managed to cope with being badly spoken about in the mouths of other adults from that village, the ones who insisted in believing your restless adventurous spirit from such a young age could be nothing else but bad parenting or a curse to the family.

You used to believe it, wish it was real and you either were or had a curse. That would mean that you at least had a percentage of magic in your veins, even if it wasn't exactly the best type.

Because it turns out, you didn't fit in with the most of Hyrule, either. Your normalness kept them away just like your strangeness used to keep away those around you during your childhood.

In fact, that acquired you the nickname of “Stray”.

Stray. Stray because at heart, no matter the community you shoved your way into, you didn't truly belong anywhere. You belonged to the world around you, and nothing could force that out of you.

It was deeply etched into your very soul.

Or so they said.

Well, a group of people begged to differ.

You've heard of a “hero” and a “triangle trio” thing more than a few times already when you roamed the remaining villages of Hyrule, but the last thing you were expecting to find was nine heroes traveling together in a group.

However, none of them belonged here anymore, and so that spoke directly to your inner child, the one who was used to being the only one, always related to some synonym of lonely.

You were often called “Stray” by them rather than your own name, but you still wore the name with pride, because now you were in no way the only stray present anymore.

They were also the reason you stopped wishing for a curse of a magic of some kind. Because you were more than aware that then they'd also have to force you into an imprisonment of some kind.

Still, you already felt achieved.

Finally.

What else could you wish for? You were finally able to explore to your heart's content.

Though not without many worried glances and startled yells sent your way every time you got near anything that left you endangered in some way.

And the best part, you weren't shunned anymore.

At least not by them. Villager's still gave you uneasy and passive aggressive glances.

The one you were probably the closest to was the one named “Wild”, or so they called him — calling all of them “Link” wasn't ideal — after all, out of all of them, he was the one who was most in tune with you.

You were both from the same time period, which already differed from the others, but he wasn't able to fit in anymore due to his lack of ties to any community.

Of course, you were more than aware you still weren't the same. If he tried, he'd still be able to settle down anywhere he wanted, but he still had a job to do which rendered him unable to do so, therefore you made yourself believe you were still alike in some way.

It would hurt too much to not do so, your sanity was at sake here.

They made it so easy too. being all friendly and welcoming. You finally felt at home, in peace.

What else could you truly wish for?

Although, maybe singing victory and yapping about happiness wasn't the smartest idea when they were all in a dangerous mission. And you, of course, were involved.

You were all exploring — or rather, just walking through — a forest on the way to some village at the very ends of Hyrule.

The people of that village didn't travel much, but they had something your group wanted, therefore, your group had to go to them instead.

Being the dumbass, air head, you were, instead of walking in the middle of the moving crowd of fully capable heroes, you found yourself roaming the edges, gawking at whatever you could see yet not reach for past the edges of the path you were all following.

Time was keeping his eye on you — the only working one he had — the whole time, making sure you wouldn't wander off. You felt like a kid.

And just like a kid, the very moment he got distracted, killing a Skulltula, you wandered off.

However, turns out there wasn't just one spider.

The forest was infested, which definitely explained why the village folk were so against the idea of wandering too far past the starts of the foliage and the big thick bushes surrounding and protecting the narrow path you traveled by.

Didn't take too long for you to be found by something else rather than your friends, who by now, must have been definitely looking for you.

They never took long to notice your disappearances, the opposite actually, which used to annoy you a lot since Wild never had to face the same overprotectiveness. Not even Wind!

Now, your desire to prove them wrong brought you face to face with one of said spiders.

Maybe they weren't that wrong...?

And, just you luck! The thing undoubtedly had black blood.

Just like a kid, you failed to remember or acknowledge the fact your group just happened to be chased by those types of monsters earlier, some still following you.

It just slipped your mind, completely.

Just like you slipped on the mud on your way out of the trees and back to the narrow path where your friends’ yells and blurry faces were awaiting and rushing towards you worriedly.

When did it start raining enough to create mud?

The mud smelled metallic.

Your memory was blurry, the world itself felt blurry.

Still, you half remembered, like a far away memory, stumbling out of the thick bushes and into many arms, blood equally as thick dripping from a gash in your abdomen like a waterfall in a rainy — stormy, more like — day.

Then, like a blink, a very long blink, your consciousness was gone.

It took an overly long while for you to wake up. It felt like sleeping during a rainy night, you never wanted to wake up the morning after, and even if you felt like waking up was the best idea, your body refused to open it's eyes.

Only difference was that for you it felt like an overly long rainy night, and like you spent the following week still asleep.

At some point sleeping even became boring.

And you had 9 voices in your head telling you to wake up “please”, when they weren't chatting — worriedly, most of the time — amongst each other. Didn't sound like the usual, to be honest.

When you did come to it, it was in a slow, painful way.

Your head felt like someone banged their shield against it multiple times. If bone was able to bleed, your skull would have been bleeding.

Your eyes also felt tired, despite having just woken up from a long, restless and dreamless nap.

However, your throat felt surprisingly fine, and so did the rest of your body, though you felt numb and weak.

Instantly, your senses were crowded by familiar scents a bit too close to you.

Twilight's was the one which overwhelmed the others, and was paired with the feeling of fur and warmth, overwhelming warmth.

Your body definitely felt too hot. that much you could tell. Though the sight of the many blankets, coats and furs — one specific dark gray fur, actually — explained that, and also the weight on top of you.

With some strain and trembling limbs, you sat up. Instantly regretting it when the sleepy feeling which was still clouding your mind and leaving your movements sluggish got torn away from your body by the force of a sharp pain on your abdomen, strong enough to challenge the dull one still hammering inside your head.

You made a groan of pain and pushed the pile of warmth on top of you to the side, making it fall off the cot you were laying in, exposing the reason for your pain.

This triggered a gasp from somewhere near you. You didn't pay attention, too focused on the strange sight of a large bandaged wound on your belly.

“Stray! You're awake! You're finally awake...” The voice came from above, you could recognize the soft yet shaky tone of Hyrule.

Yet the body which wrapped around your shoulders carefully, and clearly as gently as possible, were definitely from Sky.

“We thought we wouldn't be able to…” Sky swallowed some of his shaky words, trying to spare you from listening to his rambling and sobbing at the same time.

Hyrule grabbed your hand on the bed, opposite to Sky's side.

“You're even worse than Twilight in the “no response to potions or enchantments” aspect…” He gave you a weak smile, now you could guess why it took you so long to wake up.

They had to resort to different methods to try and keep you alive.

You made a face and nodded slowly, also leaning a bit more into Sky now that you weren’t that surprised anymore.

It took less than about 2 minutes for the rest of the group to come back to see you, which was quite curious for you, considering there weren't any messages exchanged through anyone — Sky and Hyrule refused to leave your side, and nobody else was around — and they were all the way out of camp and into a village's market.

Guess you'd never know how they found out.

Your recovery took far longer to finish than Twilight's, considering you had no previous strength built against the black stuff, so you just spent your time sitting around or being carried.

The fact you were, in fact, able to walk, was just another reason for that extreme boredom.

And you weren't even carried to many places! Just around camp!

To say you were itching to touch the grass with your actual flesh and feel the thrill of seeing new things again would be an absolute misunderstanding.

And of course you wanted to bound to the first available place you could the very moment you were released from your inability to carry yourself around.

Did you, though? No, not really.

“I'm gonna check out that pond.” You yawned with serotonin coursing through your veins. The same restless feeling you always got when you saw the beach, despite having seen it many times.

It was around the fourth or fifth time you asked to go check out something. The answer was always the same.

This time you felt completely healed though, so you were hopeful!

“And get attacked by that bokoblin?” Legend crossed his arm with a deep frown, he was always frowning, but that frown just seemed more deeper than the others you've seen before.

“What bokoblin?” It confused you, the pond was absolutely empty when it came to any live beings, though maybe not if you counted the greenery and a few fish.

“There could be one. You didn't see the skulltula last time, did you?”

Well that made you frown. It hit you directly where it hurt.

And now you were unsure about venturing that way.

You nodded, slowly.

“I'll get Warriors to go with you, if you want, once he's back from the planning with Time and Twilight. For now, let's just do some crocheting?”

You always tried to convince him you could go alone.

This time, you voiced no opinion.

[dia-oro]

Girrrrrl I Swear That Every Time I Go To a Yandere Blog From LU oor Normal That Occasionally Makes Yandere Content, I Always Find a Question Sent By You 💀Should We Call You Jesus Because You Are Everywhere? From The Amount Of Times I've Seen Your Username You Should Already Be a Registered Trademark

And While I'm At It, Do You Think The Chain Would Still Sabotage Darling's Attempts To Return To her or his World If They Knew she or he Desperately Wanted To Go Back To Be With her or his Family?

Currently There Are Not Many People Who Continue Writing About Yandere LU And I Want To Take Advantage Of The Fact That I Decided To Send a Message 😔 amiguemos

Thank you? I never thought I put so many ask to others blogs but I like what I like, a good yandere content :D

Mmmmm, sabotaging the darling? To a conscious or unconscious level? Because is depend of the yandere, for my taste a intelligent one or the classic mastermnd could do very subtle if the darling is that desperate.

Legend could fall totally in these two category's just as twilight or even wars, three of them a living mess, both emotionally and mentally. Legend would no doubt to do it, he lost so much, he always losing someone, Always, how many adventures he did already? Seven? Five? Eight with this one??? How many lives he meet how many he never see again, let's no forgot Marin... And you, like her will banish forever?? Nah, no men, this man is ready to do anything, anything even being catch red handle for darling being with him, I like to think he even got help from his brothers in arms with some manipulation or guilt tripping because let's be ones, there's no one that is no a little delulu or kuku in the head with their adventures and fighting Satan reincarnation, you cannot think like a common normal creature with no collecting traumas like my mother collect wallet's.

Twilight, oh twilight, this man is clinical depressed for sure, all sweet big brothering but inside? Man... And his reason to smile is wanting to got back to their world no even thinking in goodbyee or I will miss you?? This man look like a bear, is a tattered teddy bear, handle with care. The twilight will no depressed him, breathing will do it alone, callhe totally both conscious and at the same time no very much, the wolf in him will no let a mate go away, Wolfie is more present in him than ever, heck probably time will even laid his moral code and give his descendant a hand because is hurt to see him this way. Out of nowhere when the portal for home come back darling will black out and when awakened a white lie of a monster and a surprise attack will do it, sorry, twilight is so sorry and sad that you will never believe that anybody here try to sabotage it, less than was him teamed up with time.

Someone call the policy- wait, Wars is the policy so I guess, darling so sorry. This man is conscious of all he do and is ating him alive but the guilt will no stop, this man take so much time to even fall or admit that he love you, think he love you- Cia mess with him, mess with him all his young as soldier, as chosen hero, but more of know that he in the wrong, once again, he will no be stopped. Will plan it all, will managed to get at least one member of the chain to help him because they in the end all want his happiness for all the other link, the irony? Probably legend help him of all he do it, time will act as he see nothing and denied anything if darling ask, if he could he even make you accidentally fall in the portal of his era and be the shoulder to cry, guilty, so so guilty that for years he will no sleep okay in the night but only in darling arms.

Don't you think the manipulative one as sky dear, sky would to? Even a guilty but same as desperate as Hyrule? Both would do it, try to do it without darling noticing both for guilt and because they didn't want to be see as a bad person in their beloved eyes, imagine it! Imagine how heartbroken they got if the eyes of their darling got from these trusting ones to fear, repulsion and hate, better just be stabbed to dead than that. This can be applicate as no official chain members as koridai, age or even first, taking that light from darling would be sin that only dead can mend. Please, don't make Hyrule use the triforce wish if he got as desperate as you darling, he will no hesitate-

Have you though the mess wild will make??? Have you?? This man is a doer not a thinker when is coming to act, you have see his game, I did, all of us do, he will no hesitate, maybe after all say and done, I will need help, much help because I can totally see him being catch red handle, maybe if luck with him will look like he just was being his reckless self and we'll oh shite now you're living in his era look like, darling can be mad, hate him for a time but in the end, he darling last connection when all is over... He will be in time forgive and he as always will do his best to gain his darling trust back, sometimes he did feel guilt but most he only thinking of the goal.

Four, four is a problem and there's no fixing, he maybe could let you got, if four was like no the meme of inside out, and Vio and blue are carrieging this man right now, red is just heartbroken, that all, only thinking you want to go home this dispairing is all needed to break this poor color, green is trying to no let things got ape shit but boy he too want you with them, want red happy again, and by the gods he will make sure all will got as he wish. Darling Don't have chance, is a third (red is to wrenched to do a thing) vs darling, three heads ready to destroy any dream of you seeing your friends and family, sorry, but putting the colours in harmony again and having you win four better judgement.

Someone call the police again- wait, there's nobody coming to help you, malon already know of you, think of you as time second wifey but also Her wifey, did you think you can go away? And let malon hurt?? Time both love you, and he will not let his first wife to got her mind full of illusions and dreams (his fault) to you to just got away... Sorry but you will no got away, end of the chat, home just unsubscribe out of you. Hope you like lon-lon ranch, darling didn't even think of her old home till a year or two later and is like the meme of 'wtf I'm here?' .

But maybe is only me but then again, a yandere that did got with his ways and still didn't destroy darling trust is very attractive for me, all these boys are intelligent, no matter if like only two or three have education, they are intelligent, resourceful and even with no help they can turn the tables.

As a bonus that nobody needed, if their hyrule is very fucked up and they don't had anything to lose... Some links could got to your world happy, First for sure would.

Hope you like and friend are always welcome!

[neverchecking]

i see requests are open and i come humbly asking, begging for something with Reader and the triplets. preferably nsfw but anything is appreciated and thanked. we’ve gotten crumbs but i’m greedy and want more for them please 🤲🏼 -🐝

🐝ANON!

Here yall go. See you in four hours ;) I expect big things when I come back BIG THINGS

Reminder: This is not Linkcest. The Links aren't in love with each other. just reader. And for more information on my Request status, check my bio or pinned post :D

Smut so MDNI! 18+

Smut CW: Foursomes, three dudes, one reader. AFAB Reader, Double penetration, anal play. mouth fucking,

"Can't you stay on your fucking side?!"

Whoever thought this was a good idea needed to be thrown down a cliff. Or off a river. Which ever option gave them a more painful death, because this was painful. Pure agony.

Who's bright idea was it to stuff him in a room with the fucking Failure of a hero and the soldier with a stick so far up his ass he was flossing with splinters. Seriously. They could sleep outside like the dogs that they were, in his humble opinion.

The only good thing to come out of this was that he would get to sleep with his goddess. That wasn't new, per say, he had managed to convince them that he had needed you lest he do something dramatic. That wasn't a lie, not exactly, maybe just an exaggerated truth. Because he did need you. He needed you so badly. He needed to feel your plush skin against his and feel your chest rise and fall. Watch every breath you took.

That was just the way things were.

But he had no idea who these two fell into that equation.

"There are no sides, you feral primate."

If he wasn't in the presence of his Goddess, he would've thrown patchwork over there on his ass. Mark his words, he'd do it the first chance he got. That was a promise.

With a snarl, Sage raised a lip to bare his sharp canines, glowing down at Road rash. How he was ever allowed in your presence was beyond him, but you allowed it and he was not one to go against your word. Even if it ate away at him every second.

"You're right. Maybe you should just leave entirely. Take a long walk off a short cliff?" He offered, readjusting his hold on your hips. It was a bit of a feat, convincing you to let him in, using generous amounts of oil and extended periods of stretching to prep the virgin hole for him. But it was all worth it. It may not have compared to your dripping cunt, that was an entirely different feeling, euphoric in every way, but this had it's pros. This was untouched by anyone. And if it meant letting Knightly down there bust his load in the first two seconds to get him out of the way, then he was willing to put in the work.

Besides, it had gotten you to make an entirely new assortment of sounds that he loved hearing, feeling you clench in an entirely new way.

"Eat shit." Wild snarled back, threading his fingers into your hair. Your eyes, pleading and wide and wet with tears, looked up at him before falling downwards. Any noises you were capable of making were muffled as you masterfully swallowed around the cock in your mouth.

Sage gently brushed your hair back. "You're doing so well for me, sunshine." His eyes caught another pair, making him smirk cruelly. "Doing okay down there, prude?"

Below you was the newest addition, who didn't give an answer. He was too put together, with hair that was clean and trimmed and armor that shined almost as much as the Captain's, but he, in some capacity was them in a way. Which was probably the only reason Sage let either of them near what was his. Calamity, they had dubbed him, Cal for short, was beneath you, stuffed into your cunt as he suckled on your tit like a newborn babe. He seemed in pure bliss as his own eyes turned bloodshot, tears pearling in the corners of his eyes. Every move of Sage's hips that jostled you on Cal had the knight whimpering and crying out, curling in on himself and bringing you with him.

It was all a chain reaction.

Sage would thrust forward, fulfilling his own personal mission on carving his place in each and every one of your holes, and pushing you forward onto Wild's own cock. You would stutter, choke a bit before breathing through your nose as he pulled back just a bit. With the rock forward you would raise just the slightest off of Cal, making him gasp around whatever nipple has attention before Sage would pull you back onto his own, and consequently onto Cal. He would arch up into you, giving a particularly harsh suck and making you moan around Wild's cock.

It was all like clockwork.

And in a way, it was poetic. Every piece moving in sync to directly follow it's predecessor before flowing into the next. Like a well oiled machine, everything would click into place, complete the cycle, only to restart itself all over again and repeat the process.

His divinity was quite the sight to behold. Even as the smell of sex permeated the air and sweat dripped down the glorious curve of your back, he found himself licking his teeth, practically drooling above you. You were always a sight, even after he had thoroughly debauched your form. When your thighs were quivering, glistening in your own cum as he sat up from his feast. When you cried into the pillows and blankets as his hips crashed with yours. When you looked up at him through thick lashes, expression much to innocent for the sinful acts you would preform unto him. You were his favorite muse. His own little reward for the shit that good-for-nothing fake had him do.

And he would cherish you. Even when you insist he share and play nice with others.

With a grunt, he leaned down, tongue dragging alone your spine and up to one of your shoulder blades, coating the patch of skin he settled on in his own saliva before biting. Cooper flooded his sense, making him shudder as the consequences of his actions ricocheted around him. Your sudden gasp and orgasmic moan had Wild stilling, head falling back as his hips twitched. Cal stilled beneath you, arms snacking between Sage's own body and your own to pull you closer to him as he cried out around you.

But you, you were what made it so worth it. Your walls clenched and spasmed over and over again as your entire body shook. Your thighs tried clamping together to no avail as your back arched and quivered. Every part of you seemed to be in pure euphoria as pure lust drawled across your features.

He loved that look.

Letting a hand fall between your legs, he quickly used his middle and ring finger to press against your clit, making your twitches amplify before he was rubbing smooth circles into the nerves. Every roundabout had you crying a new sound as Wild pulled free. His hand quickly ran up and down his shaft as your head fell forward, noises no longer gagged by that good for nothing as they ran free in the air. Sage's hips never slowed, keeping their pace in time with his thrusts.

Your movements never stopped, even as Cal gathered his own bearings, shuffling his hips just the slightest. When he picked up a smooth tempo, you shattered.

And like a machine, it all feel into place. Your head fell back so you could look at Sage, drool shining your lips in a glorious gleam as nothing but pure, empty glee warped your features. The spasms around his cock never ceased before loosening just the slightest. A crash of something wet trailed down his thighs and painted Cal's own as burrowed as far as he could into your swollen cunt. The red lips were soon dripping a milky white as the knight's own whimpers were gagged around your breasts.

Streaks of white painted your cheeks and lips as Wild gently tilted your head back, thumb brushing against the curve of your jaw.

Sage's own hips stilled as deep as he could physically reach, pumping you full of everything he had to offer. Anything you wanted and it would be yours. You simply had to ask him.

A moment of silence fell over the trio, before Sage was grinning, unlatching from his place on your shoulder.

"Hope you two virgins aren't tapped out yet. I'm sure our goddess has a few more in her."

[gliphyartfan]

What do you think about the au humans are hylian space orcs?

Aaaa…hmmm

Ah yes I read that~

Four would be both bewildered and captivated by the fact that his best work can’t withstand Reader’s sheer strength. (Also most likely devastated that there is another person other than Wild who destroys weapons)

After watching them break or dent a weapon that took him days to make, he’s immediately on a mission to craft something that can keep up with them.

If given the opportunity, he’d spend hours, maybe even days, experimenting with Hylian metals, Goron ores, and enchanted gemstones, all in an attempt to create a weapon worthy of their power.

Each weapon he hands them is tested rigorously, and each failure only motivates him further. (Cause if it can handle their strength, than Wild can finally have one that won’t break.)

Each of Four’s colors has an opinion on the project too!

Green tries to focus on durability, while Blue insists they need harder materials.

Red wants to add enchantments for safety, and Vio is all about elegance and versatility.

They even argue over who’ll be the one to present Reader with the final weapon (whenever they feel it’s perfect.)

Compared to Hylians, I think along with strength and durability, Reader would have sharper senses, especially smell and sight. (Well sharp for a Hylian, pretty normal for humans)

They could detect subtle hints of smoke, monster musk, or even a change in the wind long before the others notice anything.

The group quickly learn to rely on them, amazed that they can smell monsters at a distance far in advance. (This is good if Reader isn’t one to fight but feels the need to still contribute in some way to the group.)

Their heightened smell would definitely be both a blessing and a curse. While it helps detect enemy movements, strong scents like Goron Spice can be overwhelming. Reader often comments on how powerful some Hylian food and potions smell, much to the Chain’s amusement.

Many monsters would find Reader intimidating. While some enemies are too mindless to notice their differences, others sense Reader’s uncanny strength and primal aura.

Think about it! Strong, intimidating monsters like Hinoxes and Lynels would seem to respect them in a strange way, viewing them as strong enough to leave them alone (not strong enough to beat them but just strong enough that Reader could pass through their territory without anything other than being eyed by the beasts.)

Stalfos and other undead creatures could be particularly wary; maybe they almost sense that Reader’s bones are different, somehow denser and harder to break, and they find Reader’s resilience unsettling. (But in general Stalfos and undead don’t really think so they probably are part of the mindless pile)

But if they did think, they’d most likely be frightened by Reader. Seeing Reader throw one of their own in a moment of frustration or lift a broken weapon sends them into a panic. (But probably not)

Time would both irritated and fascinated when (y/n) steps in to protect him. It messes with his self-assigned role as the group’s guardian, and he’s unused to the idea of someone else shielding him.

Initially, he tries to brush it off or even scold Reader for stepping in, but when he realizes how capable they are, he probably feels a strange sense of amazement(and a little embarrassment).

Over time, he probably grows to trust their strength and finds himself relying on them almost reluctantly, (but quietly respecting them for it.)

Warriors at first, would be annoyed when (y/n) jumps in to protect him.

He’s used to being the captain and doesn’t want Reader risking themselves on his behalf.

But after seeing their strength in action, he’s deeply impressed (and a little possessive). He’s soon insisting they train together, hoping he can learn from their unique approach to combat and maybe teach them some of his own techniques. (That depends on if Readee uses a sword of any weapons Warriors is familiar with)

He views them as a powerful asset to the team, and while he admires their independence, he can’t help but feel a little territorial when Reader fights for him. (As he should.)

Wind is completely in awe of Readsr, seeing them as a heroic figure straight out of a legend.

He loves to hear their stories of Earth and insists they teach him to swim against strong currents. (Maybe he’ll finally last longer than several moments)

Reader’s strength make him want to be better, and he’s soon clinging to them for advice and guidance on everything from combat to survival. He’d bring her little souvenirs he finds, hoping to impress her.

But he DOES get a bit envious of their strength. Wind does occasionally feel like the little brother of the group, can get a little insecure them her handle monsters with ease. He’ll go out of his way to show off in front of them, trying to prove he’s just as tough, even if he sometimes bites off more than he can chew.

Hyrule would be fascinated by their physical resilience, and he’s constantly asking questions about human culture, Reader’s world’s monsters, and even their sense of smell. He’s especially amazed by what types of food they eat that he knows would make him deathly ill, and that always leaves him reeling.

Whenever they’re around, he’s watching her intently, absorbing every detail he can to better understand her.

Despite their strength, Hyrule can’t help but feel a deep protectiveness for them. He sees their slower healing as a vulnerability and insists on caring for their wounds and ailments whenever they appear.

He views it as his personal responsibility to make sure Reader’s safe, even though they can obviously handle themselves.

Wild is both amazed and a little intimidated by them (mark him down as scared and horny). He’s never met anyone who could eat the wildest Hyrule dishes without complaint, and he admires their adventurous spirit. They form an immediate bond, exchanging survival techniques and constantly pushing each other to new limits.

The two of them often find themselves in playful competitions, seeing who can handle the spiciest foods, carry the heaviest pack, or endure the most extreme conditions. (Reader tends to Win the strength contests)

Wild sees them as a kindred spirit, though he’s always secretly hoping to impress them.

Legend is equal parts fascinated and annoyed by their strength. He’s used to being the seasoned hero, and watching them take on monsters with brute force is both impressive and a little insulting. Still, he’s curious about Reader, even if he’d never admit it.

Though he’d roll his eyes at their antics, Legend keeps a close eye on them, never quite able to shake the sense that they’re different.

If Reader picks Twilight up, whether in Hylian or wolf form. He’d freeze, mortified and embarrassed by the gesture, but over time, he becomes completely enamored with the way they so casually carries for him (he’s used to carrying, not being carried and he’s learning why people like it so much), and he finds himself eager for their attention, even if he’d never admit it.

Twilight can’t shake his instincts to shield them from harm though. He’s constantly watching their back and getting defensive when others approach Reader, feeling deeply possessive over them.

Sky wouod be enchanted by Reader from the beginning. Their strength and resilience remind him of a knight’s bravery, and he respects Reader to the point of awe sometimes.

He’s constantly seeking reasons to spar or train with them, trying to absorb as much of their human technique as he can. Definitely asks them to nap with him, definitely loves when Reader picks him up and carries him when he’s still sleeping.)

Sky would be deeply curious about Reader’s world’s monsters, (or lack of) and he’d always be asking questions about Earth.

[wayfayrr]

Yandere wild headcanons

Guess who just found a set of near finished headcanons buried in a headcanon wip file :P Just had to alter one or two and here we go! some yan wild - most of this is from where I used he/they for wild (which, I'm honestly very tempted to go back to)

[masterlist]

✦ they have attachment issues, as well as being very touch-starved after their 100-year nap 

✦ they can't live without your touch, even if they themselves don't understand why yours is so much better than anyone else's touch 

✦ They’re your closest and as long as they have it their way, one of the only people you will trust.

✦ You think you can sleep anywhere else other than in their bedroll in his hold? there's no chance. Maybe at best, you can convince them to at least hold you in your bedroll but that's it.

✦ Do you think getting a bed in an inn would free you from them using you as a personal teddy? you couldn't be more wrong. They play it as saving rupees for supplies by sharing a room with you as long as none of the others want you instead? it works without fail.

✦ they’re as clingy as humanly possible, it's almost like they want to become your scarf or coat with how they’re so constantly wrapped around you

✦ on the tiniest chance that you aren’t in their arms you’re never ever out of their line of sight, they’re far to scared to lose you like everyone else they’ve ever known. Not even death could tear you from them.

✦ You best like never eating at a restaurant or ever cooking for yourself again. He’s obsessed with getting your “blessing” for any meal they make, only catering for your taste over the rest of the chain from the second he falls, well with twilight being the only exception. He could never live with himself if he poisoned wolfie afterall.

[tw1l1te]

Alternate Hero/Guide Rant

So I've been thinking lately of parallel universes and the question "what if this was changed", yada yada, and I thought of something having to do with our guide.

What if, in an alternate era/timeline they took the place of Link?

Like the Chain still has their normal dynamics, same meeting, etc., but in swoops the reader (the heroine/false hero?) and they are unlike any link/hero in the timeline.

Some background for their Hyrule might be that their entire Hyrule is in ruins, like completely. Think Totk but 100 times more destroyed. Yeah. Essentially, their Link mysteriously disappeared, monarchy was left in utter chaos and the country essentially destroyed itself. I think your backstory would take place 5000-10,000 years after Wild's, so you would be the most latest "Link".

One of the main deviations between yourself and the Chain is that you didn't fight Ganon/Ganondorf/Demise; you fought Hylia in the flesh.

In terms of triforce? You don't have any pieces because your Link gained them all and left shortly after that. Conspiracies say it had a more sinister motive, but you have a different idea of what happened.

Zelda was killed around the same time Link disappeared, essentially destroying whatever foundation of Hyrule was left. The different nations of Hyrule had a 50-year war and eventually, everything was so destroyed that everyone went into isolation, closing off from each other.

A religiously-motivated eruption of chaos occurs, spurring your quest to eliminate Hylia and her existence. Despite not having any relation to the royal family, Link, or Hylia's prophecy, you have the memories of each hero, which is unheard of with the Chain. Only Zelda's have previous memories, meaning you're some weird anomaly.

A bunch of shit happens, whatever, boom you're in Wild's Hyrule. THe Chain notices you almost instantly, mostly cuz you're wearing hero's garb, but none of theirs, meaning... you're a Link. Or so they originally thought.

That's all for now.

Let me know if y'all would like to see a full fleshed-out fic of this! :3

[miharuki]

I'm going to create a master list just for this series, to be more organized.

Again remembering, my English is not perfect, so sorry for any mistakes

<previous ep -ep list- next ep>>

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖊 𝕻𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖊𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖆 𝕳𝖊𝖗𝖔(𝖎𝖓𝖊) 𝔈𝔭.02

"(Name), are you there?" - Waking up suddenly, you recognize the voice in your head. You look at the boys sleeping in the camp, realizing the situation you're still in. You look down at your lap, sighing for not being at home. The voice of your young highness in your head seems to fade, although it's not strange, it's a bit unusual for your highness to speak to you like that. You hope to be able to return home; until then, you need to try to find a way.

Even though several days had passed, the group was clearly noticing that you didn't want to be there, perhaps feeling uncomfortable with the fact that everyone was male. That's what Sky presumed and got everyone to agree upon.

"They hardly even talk," Hyrule said as he looked into the fire. At that moment, you had gone out to see if there were any monsters around the camp. With that, everyone could now talk about you without fear of disturbing you.

"Well, we're practically strangers to them, what do you expect?" Legend said as he looked at the group, making everyone ponder.

"Well, we know she comes from a Hyrule, that's clear from what we can see. Moreover, when we asked that question, they didn't deny coming from a Hyrule," Sky said as everyone agreed.

"We also can't forget about her clothes. Despite being different, it's practically the same as a Hyrule's," Warrior continues, making the group agree. Your clothes were totally different from theirs, but the fact that they were different yet similar made them think you could be some kind of fan, if not for the two sword sheaths at your waist.

"They also carry swords like us, but when I tried to get a better look, they were covered, and I couldn't see if it's really a sword," Wind completes Warrior, recounting the time when you and he were alone.

Time seems to ponder the situation. Your behavior was closed off in the first few days, he still remembers how he met you. You were standing with your foot on the head of a decapitated monster, your gaze seemed empty, and there were two more decapitated around, but there was no sign of any tool or weapon you could have used. You probably put it away as soon as you finished, since one of your hands was holding your sword sheath while the other seemed to be holding something hanging from your waist. Whatever it was, your hand was slightly red, as was your face, which only had a blood stain. Time remembers this perfectly.

When he introduced himself and the others and where they came from, he noticed that you were hesitant about them. When they asked about you, they only gave your name and that you came from a Hyrule, just that, nothing more, almost as if you didn't trust them, which makes sense, and Time understands perfectly. He was the oldest there. "Let's leave them alone for now. Let's not forget that we acted the same way when we first met. Eventually, they'll open up. Until then, it's better not to push too hard," Time said, sighing as he looked at the group, who were sweating profusely.

"Well, let's put that aside-" Sky's speech seems to be interrupted when he hears something approaching. Turning his head, everyone in the group looks to see you dragging what appears to be a dead deer with just one hand, while the other holds a cloth bag stained with black and red blood. Once again, there is a bloodstain on your face as well as your hands stained red, but that's it; the rest is clean. The only sounds coming from you are the noises of the deer being dragged; it seems that your feet don't even make any sound, just like you don't emit any sound.

You drag the deer until you're close to the spot where Wild usually uses the fire to cook. Wild, who was sitting on a log, looks shocked at the sight. He observes as you drop the cloth bag next to the deer, your blood-stained hands on each side of your body. You look at Wild, who quickly gets up as his gaze follows you. The group remains in total silence as they watch the tense situation unfold.

"I-I'll take care of the rest!" Wild stammers, almost tripping over his words. He sees you nod your head slightly in agreement before turning away and walking off.

Stopping on the path you came from, your eyes glance sideways at the group, each in their own corner. You turn back to face forward.

"There's no sign of any monsters. I'll check further around," you say, not waiting to hear the opinions of the others. Without a word, you disappear into the forest, blending into pure silence.

"What the hell was that?" Legend whispers quietly, looking shocked at what just happened. He looks back at Wild, who has cold sweat dripping from his face.

"At least we'll have dinner!" Warrior says, trying to brush off the tension, also sweating profusely. Wild nods as he crouches down to examine the dead deer.

"I think this is more than just dinner. I think… maybe even more than that," Wild says, already starting to take out his knife and carve the meat.

[moonyhasmanyanimals]

Mmmm Feral Yan!Twilight? Or perhaps Wild, even?

-𓆟

Why not both? (I'm writing this at school, may goddess Hylia forgive me-)

GN reader

Nsfw (sorta, mainly twilight)

@yandereunsolved for the wild not talking thing. thank you

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Twilight-

Your smell was intoxicating, it was all over the camp, you always hugged and gave everyone your affection but he wanted it, not to share it, he wanted you to himself.

The others didn't like you like that but he did, he wanted to be covered in him, as he wanted to be covered in you, that's why your on Epona now, taking you away from the chain just for a little while, he wanted his fill, he was crazy and he knew that.

He knew he was crazy for you, he had stayed up so many nights in his little tent they gave him, thinking about how you would be putty in his hands by the time he was done with you.

Goddess he loved you, he hated the fact of how you took care of them all, he just wanted you to take care of him, not them, they don't deserve it.

He could give you whatever you wanted back in Ordon, he knew you would love it, but your tears would hurt him, he wants you to love him, not take you away, just be willing for him, be with him, have little pups with him.

No one understood him as you did.

"Why are ya the only one who understands me?" twilight spoke softly to your sleeping body, pulling you up to him and giving you little kisses on your face and neck, they would look good with bite marks.

You were just so cute when you stirred in his grasp, so small compared to him, he needed to take you back before you awoke, you can't know this happened, no matter how much he wanted to fill you with his- he needs to calm down.

"calm down twilight you're gettin' ahead of yourself, don't let that beast out"

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Wild-

It was getting ahead of himself

He knew this was wrong, he just wanted you

He slowly crawled to you, his eyes full of insanity, blood dripping from his hair

"God(dess) please don't be scared" he watched as you backed away from him, your eyes full of fear, he had never spoken before, he never did. Not until now.

"don't move away from me.." his voice was raspy, after years and years of not talking

"I killed those for you my god(dess)"

You could only stare at the bodies behind him, a group of travelers you didn't know, he said they were a sacrifice for you "Please don't leave me, they hurt you... they deserved it my god(dess)"

he grabbed your leg and dragged you down and below him

you looked wonderful below him

"You are so wonderful" he sits on your belly, cupping your cheeks, and kissed you, his grip is strong, and he pulls away and licks the tears off your face. "You're not leaving me"

[numberonehere2008]

The yandere links end up turned into cats for a day and reader has to take care of them

Wild, Cal and sage are fighting each other

Time, First and fierce are sitting on the shelves and are watching over the links and reader below

Wind being a kitten is either clinging to reader or scratching the furniture.

Legend and Wars are holding onto reader while hissing at each other while hyrule is hiding behind reader and hogging their back.

Sky is sleeping on reader's lap or head somehow.

Courage and Koridai are hissing at each other or fighting the other links for reader's affection.

Twilight is snuggling to Epona or is trying to end the fight between the links.

Four is hissing at dink who is in the shadows. Tho it looks like he is just hissing at the dark

Sage,wild,Cal, courage and koridai

Sky

Time,first and fierce when looking at the links

Wind

Wars and legend

Twilight and hyrule to reader while the others are fighting

Dink and four hissing at each other in the background

[yanderelinkeduniverse]

Ok so I saw the engaged y/n ask but what if y/n was ALREADY MARRIED TO SOMEONE ELSE?! Like, would it make a bigger difference? Idk I just think It would be so funny

(not my art obviously)

Does it count as a divorce if one party is lost in another world forever? Oh well, it’s a divorce one way or another.

I’d say this is a similar scenario to the one where you’re already engaged, but even more intense. After all these heroes now have to contend against your strengthened desire to return home to your spouse, but they’re prepared to wait and play the long game.

Every opportunity for returning home will be carefully sabotaged by them, and while they hate to make you feel disheartened or disappointed, they’re always there to comfort you no matter what. The first step in having you to themselves is eventually getting you to accept the fact that you’re here now and there’s just no changing that.

The next step is simply waiting until you’re ready to move on from your lover, subtly pushing you into moving on from them in whatever way they can. The ways they do this are different for each of them.

Some, like Legend, will subtly try to cast your spouse in a negative light, not necessarily trying to paint them as a terrible person but still nit picking them in whatever ways they can get away with. Others, like perhaps Twilight or Time, will instead try to prove themselves as superior spouses.

Need something done around the house? They’re practically jumping to take care of it. Craving a certain dish or snack? Don’t worry they’ll make it for you! Feeling a little under the weather? They’ll wait on you hand and foot for as long as it takes for you to recover. I can also see Wild being in this category as being a cook gives him a certain advantage, plus it also gives him the chance to hand feed you from time to time!

Romantics, like Sky and possibly Warriors(if he can get his act together), are always making sure you feel loved in your new environment. The former enjoys playing music for you while the latter is always showering you with compliments.

If you genuinely loved your spouse then chances are they’ll be waiting for a long, long time. But they don’t mind. No matter what it takes they will be yours and you will be theirs.

And if anyone comes along who also wants to court you, they’ll be swiftly taken out of the picture.

[yandereunsolved]

୨ৎ Platonic Yandere Wolf-Shifter Wild ୨ৎ

The Calamity had been defeated by what had seemingly felt like many moons ago. Still, the remnants of the strange beast's malice remained on the surface of Hyrule. Zelda had insisted on visiting the Gerudo before exploring the strange ruins beneath the newly liberated castle. As the dutiful, silent hero, Wild obliged.

Gerudo Desert felt different while traveling in his wolf form. His tongue lulled out, his paws digging into the hot sands. The dry breaths of the air flowing through his dark, thickened fur. Even though his smell differed, any foe was easily identifiable by their scent alone. Even when hidden underneath the piles of golden grains, he was able to detect them.

The transformation wasn't as painful as the first time he had been put through it. A strange, pulsating pastel purple light surrounded him after defeating Calamity Ganon and freeing Zelda. He seemed to unlock this ability—a blessing or curse he could not yet define. It has been a weekly occurrence ever since. When in a high emotional state, he turned into his canine form. This was only exasperated due to the large quantity of stimulation he has been subjected to during the rebuilding campaign for Hyrule.

Thankfully, the lengthy trips between each place gave him a much-needed reprieve. 

A reprieve that was constantly interrupted.

He sensed it a moment before it hit. A tsunami made up of bullets of sand hit him square in the chest. He flew backward and nearly sprained one of his back legs. It took a moment for him to regain his bearings. What felt like fistfuls of sand invaded his snout and caused him momentary discomfort.

As the golden grains settled once again, he saw the outline of a Molduga burrowing back into the vast desert. Princess Zelda was nowhere in sight, most likely continuing to retreat to Gerudo Town and leaving Link to fend for himself.

"Aruf—" typical. He growled out through his elongated teeth—fangs. 

His fangs.

His dark brown ears perked as the Molduga's muffled roar was heard. It's heafty stature was barreling towards a traveler on a Sand Seal. They're most likely a hunter, Link deduces as he sprints through the uneven sands. 

They aren't built for the desert.

They seem to have no heat protection; their skin is abused by the unforgiving heat. Their clothes resemble those one would see worn in mild climates. A Great Eagle Bow is slung around their back, their arrows doing little to deter the Molduga, insistent on harming them. The Sand Seal they have mounted has left them stranded. A kick into their body from the tail of the seal sent them flying back, their Forest Dwellers shield colliding into their figure.

Ouch.

As the Molduga remerges, Link tackles the traveler out of the way. He nearly missed. 'I should have been faster' was his first thought as he shielded them from the onslaught of golden grains. The waves of sand roll over the both of them once again, but neither have been crushed beneath the weight of the monster.

"Aruh." Hello.

He sheepishly rolls over and wags his tail at you. You're both coated in the desert. The Molduga became disinterested and left you both alone.

"Hi." You answer in a questioning manner. Your head tilts towards him as your eyes analyze his lupin form.

That was the first time he met you, and the last time he let you out of his sight.

You both returned to Gerudo Town, and he eventually parted ways with Zelda and joined you in your adventures. He learned everything from your name to what you think about in the late hours of the night. You hunted in the morning, and he'd follow in his wolf form; he'd return with you in the evening as Link. He never felt a need to kiss you or to do more. He simply wanted to protect you and keep you away from everyone else in the world. 

He loves you, but not like that.

[pseudoartistpostsstuff]

Heyo! May I request platonic yandere chain with reader? But instead of isekai like normal the reader is actually a destructive spirit or deity that was reawakened by either Dark Link or Ganon? Anywhoooo I hope you’re having a great week- mine was filled with exams lmfaooooo

Thanks for requesting anon! I really hope you had good results from those exams!

Notes: My week was okay, thank you for asking!!

I really let out my imagination out on this one, hope you'll like it.

BTW, take this as a part on the back for getting through your week.

I feel like I made the yandereness on this one so light, I'm sorry

-> Reader can't bring themselves to remember anyone's names so just remembers their most striking characteristics in their opinion.

-> It's been a while since I've read the comic, so Time keeping FD's mask on his belt for safety measures (since it's the most dangerous one and he can't lose it) is merely a headcanon of mine.

-> Reader is a menace who has questionable intellect (AKA a chaotic, pyromaniac, destructive entity being forced to be nice to others by the good guys™).

-> I left the end ambiguous, so you guys can decide if reader was either truly tamed or is still a menace who Time has to keep on check so they won't be too cruel on their "pranks".

-> Reader also magically rearranged Time's ocarina so each hole would play different a different sound at some point, so he literally had to re-learn where each note was so that he could go back to playing his songs again.

-> Reader slept for more than Time and Wild both and doesn't know a thing about the Zelda lore other than the Golden goddesses.

TWs: Light platonic yanderism, mention of burns, mentions of fire and arson, mentions of loud noises, basically just reader being an absolute hazard to anyone and everyone.

Platonic yandere! Chain x Reader

Debt to pay.

People from your time used to say that one could sooner move a mountain from it's resting place rather than tame your natural ways.

You wouldn't say you were a deity, per say, you thrived on chaos and setbacks, a living annoyance to the poor living things that breathed the same air as you, and roamed the earth by the same time you did.

It was in your nature to be destructive, yes, but you never wanted destruction, at least not full extinction. The darkness and the light were both two sides of the same rupee, they were one just like the other, beings of both sides would react the exact identical way to having their butts lit on fire. So, of course, you weren't one to pick and choose who you'd go after each day.

Thing is, most people didn't understand that —if anyone at all— so everyone just assumed you were a being of pure darkness, even if you actually saw yourself as more of a dark gray entity from a moral chart perspective.

And that was how you got yourself “killed”, if that's even the right thing to call it.

Somehow, no one seemed to care much when you lit whole villages on fire and made all of the walls of full-on castles start dissing out pure electricity, but they almost dislocated their jaws the moment you decided to do a silly trick and turn all of their lovely goddesses statues upside down for a day.

As if those same goddesses hadn't just ignored all of their prayers in the last hundreds of years you spent freely making their lives miserable.

You were stored in a vase. Not even a cool cool one. A plain clay vase deep within a temple under the ground. If you could choose, you'd have preferred something more majestic and up to the level of your power, but then again, it wasn't like you were in place to say anything in your defense.

Sometimes you just wondered how your small group of worshipers were. They probably weren't the best people out there, if you could say so yourself, but you were still curious if they ended up having similar fates to yours.

A long, long time later, you were "revived", for the same reason you were "killed".

Not the best choice on the part of whoever went through the trouble of doing all that, but who were you to judge? Or even to complain?

From what you could get from the boring evil monologue the guy in front of you was giving after having just woken you up from the longest nap you've ever had —since you couldn't really die— the guy wanted you to aid him in his quest to kill some other guys and take over the world or some boring nefarious plan like that.

You couldn't recall any of the names he just said, though, so you could only guess that you had either slept for a pretty damn long time, or you were in an entirely different world on itself.

Before you could fully decide on one of the two possibilities, the red guy sent you to fight against that group of guys he was talking about, seven men with varying shades of blonde hair along with two guys who weren't blond at all.

Perhaps you could have admired the strength of the red guy's magic, to just bring you out of your sleep like that and already straight up teleport you.

Thing is, you didn't really care enough to do that, you just did whatever you wanted the moment you realized you were fully conscious and in a physical body once again.

Were you chaotic and very much possibly evil? Yes. Were you stupid, however? Kinda No.

So the moment the opportunity presented itself, you followed those guys around, gathering information. Taking notice also of that one shadow looking dude, who was following them around just like you, seemingly with the intention of making their lives hell.

Maybe he'd be an interesting being to interact with, if he wasn't as prickly as a damn cactus. You swore you couldn't even approach the guy without him reacting like a startled cat, pointing his flimsy sword straight to your face. You swore to yourself you'd break that thing in half one of these days.

And so you set your sights fully on the blond —and the not so blond— guys, taking your time to also play around with the villages they went to and toy with the monster camps they passed by.

Of course, you couldn't just ignore the massively ominous aura drifting from the masks that one of the taller blondies carried around. Your hands itched to get a grasp on those things, whatever was sealed inside it was magical and possibly powerful, and the possibilities sent your mind on quite a dangerous frenzy.

The thing that made you a bit disappointed, however, was how long it took for them to notice your presence.

At some point you decided to start giving them some more obvious hints that what was following them wasn't friendly.

They seemed to really like bomb bags, which wasn't exactly safe for them when you could randomly activate those at will.

Also, you couldn't control the rain or storms, of course, but you definitely could attract lightning, especially since they all seemed to enjoy carrying around those identical metal swords.

Sometimes you just liked to pull on their hair and make knots on them, given that some had really long hair.

The wolf guy had a horse, one you could just startle really easily. Although you didn't have the result you wanted, since the wolf guy wasn't sent flying the moment his horse went crazy.

You caught him later, though. Making loud, high pitched noises to absolutely blow away his senses the moment he turned into a wolf to try and chase you down.

The fire that the short guy was using to mend a weapon randomly became overly strong, enough to have burned his whole arm, if he hadn't pulled away quick enough.

The scarf of the other one just one day became a bit too hard around his neck. It's a good thing for him that he was quick enough to pull it off his neck before he suffocated.

You watched as the one with pink hair almost had a breakdown, as all his colorful, shiny little trinkets and accessories having become dulled, turning completely pitch black, no traces of their original colors or magic left.

The kid tried to control the wind, only to have it blown straight back to his face, bringing leaves and sand with it.

You made sure their cook accidentally poured a bit too much pepper in their food, or salt, even sugar, if you felt like it.

The brown haired one suddenly lost control of his magic, what was supposed to heal their wounds ended up dyeing their hair blue for days on end.

That other guy who always overslept felt his pillow being pulled from under his head at random times through his nights.

And the tall guy's masks have all suddenly decided to disappear.

“Okay. Something is going on here. And it's not something natural.” Time sighed, looking around the camp, tired and worried, concerned.

Wild’s hair was an absolute mess and seemed to have caught on fire at some point, Warriors was glaring at his scarf, keeping it as far from his —almost purple— neck as possible. Wind had his hair almost as messy as Wild's, full of leaves and dirt, he was pretty sure there were also some bugs around it, his cheek had a thin cut from a sharp little rock.

Twilight was occupied comforting Epona, although the both of them seemed quite shaken up by something.

Four had some burns around the tips of his fingers, his hair usual blond hair now stained with blue, Hyrule sitting beside him with a frown, bandaging his hands rather than using his healing magic like he normally would.

Sky wasn't far from the two, almost dozing off despite the migraine that had settled behinds his eyes, which were now dotted with heavy bags from sleepless nights. Legend's terrible mood did not seem to disturb his need for a nap.

“Oh, really?” Legend almost growled back, positively fuming with barely contained rage gleaming in his eyes.

“Vet, I am not your enemy here, but once we find out who is doing this, you can direct your anger towards whoever they are.” Time shot a look to the other.

“That is, if it's even a person doing this. It might be some kind of monster.” Warriors commented.

“One thing we're sure of is that there's magic involved in this.” Hyrule spoke up, finished with the bandaging.

“I don't even know why you're so mad, Leg, you were possibly the least affected by this.” Four complained, eyebrows furrowed with stress. Even as a blacksmith, he was never a fan of getting burned, especially not being caught off guard like that!

“Agreed.” Wild was the next to speak, not bothering to brush the soot out of his hair. It wasn't quite the first time he almost been exploded, after all, even though the experience didn't get any better no matter how many times he went through it.

“You're really saying that, even though the kid only got a burst of wind to the face.”

“Ay! Mind your own business, Legend!” Wind sprung up in defense of himself, already looking to be tense prior to the attack, as the two began arguing.

While the group was in quite the mess, you took your chances to go ahead and approach stealthily to attempt to take the mask you were so curious about. Said mask being the last one you hadn't stolen borrowed yet, since the tall guy seemed to have noticed his other masks disappearances and decided to take extra means of protection towards that one.

In your opinion, your risks were all carefully thought out and calculated, however, you seemed to have completely forgotten about a certain wolf guy at the edge of the camp, standing beside his horse and looking straight at you.

You managed to grab the mask from the taller guy's belt! But at what price..?

Before you could even manage to turn around and run away with it, a hand shot out, hooking on the back of the collar of your shirt, pushing you to the ground in a second. And in another second, there was a blade shoved right in front of your face.

Goddammit.

You barely paid any attention to all the yelling, too occupied hugging your newly acquired possession tightly to your chest.

“Hand me that mask. Now.” A voice right behind you demanded, yet you still didn't move.

“No.”

The sword in front of you seemed to inch just slightly closer to your neck.

“At least tell me what it is, first!” You asked, a bit more squirmy, not at all comfortable with the vulnerability you had right now, since it seemed like that long sleep left you with a bit less power than you used to have, clearly a precaution, should you ever gain you body back. It was smart from your captors, but very much annoying for you.

“None of your business, now give me back my mask!” The tall guy —now in front of you— stressed. You could tell that his restlessness was hinting towards just how near he was to the end of his wits.

“If this piece of porcelain is as powerful as it seems, then yes, yes it is my business!”

It wasn't, not really, but you were too curious to just give up on information just like that.

The tall guy went quiet for a second before he finally replied, going with a question instead of actually giving you an answer like you were expecting from him.

“How do you know how powerful it is?”

“None of your business.” You threw his own words back at him and now the dull side of the sword was suddenly pressing up pretty uncomfortably against your skin, burning you. “Okay, fine, I'll tell you.”

And that was how you met the Links, and also how you became chained to them, unable to leave. After all, you did have to pay them back for all that you did to every single one of them.

But, for some reason, that simple dept seemed to only to get bigger the longer you spent time with them, despite the fact you weren't doing anything entirely wrong…

At least, that was the excuse they gave to you, yet something in you made you feel like that wasn't the full truth.

Extra (This happened)

Time: give me back my shit

Reader: nuh-uh

Time: fym nuh-uh

[dia-oro]

Imagine linked universe but you just go yeeted by a portal when you just put that fancy outfit for the wedding/party of a friend and thank this the chain now think you’re a foreign princess/prince or worse if you’re also touched by hylia to make it more direct that you stay with the chain, you’re now their Zelda, good luck pal’s.

good luck x34 if they end being yanderes, you’re now for real their new Zelda.

[neverchecking]

E

How about Yandere! Wild and Twilight X Lynel Reader?

I'm not sure if you wanted poly or not? So I went separately.

I also wasn't sure what you meant by Lynel reader? I think you meant a hyrbid, which is sort of what I went with. I hope you like!

・❥・You were such a rarity. Something he never would've thought possible if it weren't for the fact that you were right here with him.

・❥・You had the horns, the claws, the teeth, and even fur around your wrists and neck. But the rest of you seemed so...Hylian.

・❥・It threw him for a loop at first.

・❥・But when he got over it and realized you were in fact more scared of him than he was of you?

・❥・Oh, you were so cute.

・❥・He lures you in with meat skewers, gently building a bridge of fragile trust between the two of you. It strengthens over time as you reveal that you aren't as dangerous as he originally thought.

・❥・Your more of an oversized cat if anything.

・❥・You'll chase the reflected spot of his shield on the grass, pouncing on it and peering into your hands as if something would be there, tail flickering wildly behind you.

・❥・You'd scrunch your nose and swat at things that displeased you, even going as far as skittering away if he insisted with a goofy grin.

・❥・You purred when you rested you head on his thigh and he scratched that one particular spot behind your hear, burrowing further into him.

・❥・Everything about you was so gloriously you.

・❥・And he couldn't let that be taken. He knew that people would take one look at you and deem you a threat. Baring their weapons at you and demanding you leave.

・❥・Which just wouldn't stand. No, he had to make sure you remained by his side no matter what.

・❥・Since his house is on the outskirts of town, it's rare people come close enough to spot you, but on the rare occasion someone does he's hunting them down and swearing them to secrecy.

・❥・If that fails to work and they blab, he can rest easily for a few reasons. 1) He's still the hero. People won't ever believe that piece of scum. Because Link is the good guy. Why would he be hiding any spawn of a Lynel in his home?

・❥・2) He now has a reason to prove his point. He's dragging the person to a remote place, maybe literally with the help of rope and the back of the Master Cycle Zero, maybe not, and making sure they would never talk again.

・❥・Because he can't lose you. He can't. He's lost so much and he just can't lose you.

・❥・He's gotten too used to your warmth and your weight when you sleep beside him

・❥・The way you just curl around him to keep him safe, even when he feels the worlds against him.

・❥・The way you know just what to do and can not only keep up with him on adventures, but surpass him in some things (You are one hell of an archer) , and he can count on one hand how many people can do that.

・❥・(It's one. It's you.)

・❥・He can't lose that. So he won't.

・❥・Twilight doesn't even know what A lynel is man, (I don't remember any ever being in TP) so when you come up to him, sniffing at his wolf form, he's taken aback.

・❥・...What in Hylia's name are you?

・❥・Your friendly in the very least, even if you lope like an animal on all fours. Your claws gleam with fur thick enough to rival his own. He would almost thing you a shifter like him. If not for your very Hylian, very attractive, face.

・❥・ He regarding you like a wild animal, keeping low with his ears back.

・❥・In response, you flop onto your back, tail covering your fragile tummy, but otherwise making no move to roll over when he approaches once more.

・❥・It kind of rattles him, with the trust you show him right off the back, but it does it moreso when your hand gestures to the center of your collarbone than back to him.

・❥・ He tilts his head, an ear flopping with it, before your rolling over and- did you just roll your eyes?

・❥・ You keep to all fours, looking down at your hands than back to him before standing and gesturing to your full stance and then back to him.

・❥・...What-

・❥・Lynels are probably pretty good at getting reads on body language and magic since most (In botw and totk) don't get agro unless you draw your weapon or run past them), so Reader can probably pick up Twilight's dark magic relatively quickly.

・❥・When he shifts in front of you, your not even shocked.

・❥・He is, staring at you like some unknown entity.

・❥・But you grow on him, especially when you refuse to leave his side.

・❥・You help a lot in Ordon. Your amplified strength help Rusl and Mayor Bo with the farming and such.

・❥・Your able to better communicate with the goats so Fado loves you.

・❥・Hell, even the kids love climbing all over you, snuggling into your hair and fur and tugging on your horns. All of which you take with all the grace of a lazy cat that cannot be bothered.

・❥・You do give a low groan when fingers start toying with your lips and pointing at your sharp teeth, in which Twilight steps in to shoo them off.

・❥・Any time an outsider tries anything with you, Twilight doesn't even have to do anything because the Ordonians do it for him, telling them off and forcing them out of the village.

・❥・You don't even have to hear about it because Twilight is leading you back to your shared home for a well earned bath.

・❥・That if nothing else. Karma will come back to bite them.

・❥・Afterall, the woods are dangerous at night. Especially with the uptick in wolf attacks.

・❥・Nothing stops him from tracking them down when your well and asleep and tearing them to shreds.

[gliphyartfan]

@yanderelinkeduniverse @stars-for-thought @imprisioned-in-the-hole @screaming-until-god-hears-me @crestfallenmermaidan @ice-cream-writes-stuff @linked-heroes @eternadreeblissa

So thank you love @lovanmari for dragging me away from my humble ditch to finish this wip that I have not looked at for over a year (maybe more I don’t even remember.)

Plus my recent rewrite for Hyrule really made me wanna write more about him and his interactions with his Fae Fam~

Yandy! You may recall the start of this wip!

Anywho, enjoy folks!

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At first, it seemed like she was merely under the weather.

There was nothing to suggest it was anything more serious. She brushed off any concerns, always giving them a reassuring smile that never quite reached her eyes.

Days passed, and her condition worsened. Her skin grew clammy, and she started to withdraw more often.

She tried to push through, to hide her growing discomfort.

Her fever spiked suddenly one evening while she was helping Wind gather wood. She stumbled, her breath coming in shallow gasps, before collapsing against a tree with a pained whimper. She curled into herself, tears spilling down her cheeks as her body shook from the fever's relentless assault.

It was Twilight who reached her first, gathering her up in his arms and holding her close as the others rushed to make camp.

His heart pounded with fear as she trembled in his arms, her body so limp it was terrifying. Warriors and Time raced into the nearby town for medicine, while Four and Wind stayed behind with Twilight, trying to bring her some relief.

Hyrule had been the first to try and heal her, pouring every ounce of magic he had into her weakened body. But the illness that plagued her was stubborn, festering in a way his magic couldn’t entirely purge.

His hands soon trembled with exhaustion as he continued to try, his magic flickering like a dying flame. When he finally collapsed, drained and pale, Warriors and Time forced him to sleep, both men looking shaken by how serious things had gotten.

The camp was quiet now, the only sound the crackle of the fire and the occasional murmur of wind through the trees. Four sat beside her, watching the sweat bead across her brow, his own fear tightening around his chest. Her skin burned to the touch, and her breath came in ragged, uneven gasps.

His fingers carded through her damp hair in an attempt to soothe her when she suddenly stirred, blinking up at him with glassy, fever-bright eyes.

“You... guys… always do everything... for nothing,” she muttered weakly, her voice barely more than a whisper.

“Shh,” Four hushed her gently, adjusting her so she could sit up and drink some water. He raised the bottle to her lips, helping her take a few slow sips. “Don’t talk. You need to rest.”

“No...” she slurred, her words thick with exhaustion and fever, her gaze unfocused. “You... you do so much. Get hurt. Fight... And no one ever thanks you.”

Four swallowed hard, wiping her forehead with a damp cloth. “That’s not true. We’ve been thanked plenty of times.”

“No...” She shook her head, her movements sluggish. “No one sees you... they see the hero... just the hero.” Her breath hitched as more tears spilled down her cheeks. “You get hurt for people... and they don’t see how much it costs.”

Four’s brow furrowed, the weight of her words pressing down on him. He tried to brush it off, to deflect with his usual gentle humor, but the raw pain in her voice made it impossible. She wasn’t thinking straight, delirium clouded her mind, but there was truth buried in her fevered rambling. He stayed silent, not sure what to say.

“It’s not fair...” she whispered, her voice cracking as her tears began to fall faster. “It’s not fair what you’ve been through. It’s not right...”

“(Y/n)...” Four’s voice was soft, barely audible over her quiet sobs. He rested his hand on her arm, trying to ground her.

“I don’t want you to do this if it’s just because you have to,” she whimpered, her fingers curling weakly into the fabric of his tunic. “I don’t want you to hurt anymore.”

Four’s heart twisted painfully in his chest, her words hitting him harder than any enemy ever could. He opened his mouth to respond, but she cut him off with a trembling sob.

“I hate it... I hate that no one ever told you... it’s unfair. What happened to you... to all of you. It’s not right.”

Her grip on his tunic tightened, her fevered mind pushing her emotions to the surface. She was breaking down in front of him, unraveling at the seams, and he didn’t know how to stop it.

“Don’t cry...” Four whispered, his voice cracking. “Please don’t cry.”

“I’m sorry...” she whimpered, her voice barely more than a broken whisper. “I’m so sorry you gave up so much... for a world that only wants you to fight their battles for them.”

Her words hung in the air like a heavy fog, and Four felt something inside him shift, like the walls he kept around his heart were starting to crack.

Suddenly, her hand reached out, and she brought his fingers to her lips, pressing a soft kiss to his knuckles. The small gesture nearly shattered him.

“I can’t... fix this...” she whispered, her voice so faint he barely heard it.

"It’s alright, please understand that," Four said softly, his voice trembling, his control over his emotions slipping.

Vio’s presence immediately took over as the rest of the colors allowed him full control, he gently laid her back down.

She weakly protested, trying to stay awake, but Vio’s gentle assertiveness soothed her into submission.

He tucked her under the blankets, his eyes watching her every move, noting the way her body still shivered from the fever.

"It’s not fair..." she mumbled one last time before finally slipping into a fitful sleep.

Vio stood, expression unreadable as he watched over her. "No," he whispered, more to himself than to her. "It’s not fair."

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They had all promised her it would pass soon, and she believed them, trying to put on a brave face and push through. But as the days stretched on, her strength slipped away bit by bit.

Despite their reassurances, she grew weaker. Then, she needed help just to stand up after resting, and eventually, even sipping water became impossible without assistance.

They would guide the cup to her lips, murmuring words of encouragement, but her hands shook too much to hold it herself. She could barely swallow without wincing, each small action taking all of her energy. The cold bite of the world touching her skin was nothing compared to the fire in her veins.

And still, they kept their promises. They told her she would get better, that they’d find a way.

But no matter how brave a face they put on when she was awake, when her eyes closed, their masks slipped. Desperation took hold.

And she could sense it, the fraying edges of their composure, the way their voices wavered when they thought she wasn’t listening. When they thought she was fully asleep.

Hyrule was the worst of them. He was burning through his magic faster than anyone could stop him, draining potions to the last drop to restore his strength.

He would kneel at her side, whispering incantations, hands glowing as he tried to heal her. Every time, the warmth of his magic brought a brief flicker of relief.

The pain would ebb just for a moment, and she could breathe easier, but the reprieve never lasted. As soon as the magic faded, the agony crashed back into her, harsher than before.

She didn’t blame him. How could she? She could see the way his eyes dimmed with every failed attempt, the way his hands shook as he poured every last ounce of himself into trying to save her.

Even when she weakly begged him to stop to not drain himself so harshly, Warriors pulling him back to rest and Time stepping in with stern words, Hyrule fought to stay awake, refusing to give up.

He looked at her with such sorrow, as if he were the one hurting her.

But it wasn’t his fault. She wanted to tell him, to tell all of them, that none of this was their fault.

Even if they were blaming themselves for her suffering, she didn’t hold any of it against them. How could she, when they were trying so hard? When every one of them was wearing themselves thin just to keep her alive?

They didn’t sleep. Not really. Twilight kept watch over her when she drifted off, his eyes never leaving her face.

Wild hovered nearby, fingers itching to fix something, anything, even though there was nothing for him to do. Time and Warriors were constant pillars of the group, keeping the busy so they didn’t stew in their anxiety, but she could feel the weight of their worry pressing down like a storm cloud about to burst.

The only time they ever showed how close they were to breaking was when they thought she couldn’t see, when they thought she was lost in the haze of fever or unconscious from exhaustion.

But she saw it. She saw the way Four clenched his fists, the way Wind paced, muttering curses under his breath.

Even Legend, normally so composed, had moments where he faltered.

And Hyrule... Hyrule’s guilt was eating him alive.

He would sit by her side, barely holding back his frustration, his despair. His magic, the one thing that had always brought hope, couldn’t heal her, and he couldn’t bear it.

But even in her haze, even as the pain throbbed in every corner of her body, she didn’t blame them. Not for a second.

They had done everything they could.

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The days stretched into a blur of desperation, punctuated by moments of gut-wrenching fear and fleeting hope. It had been nearly a week since her illness took a turn for the worse. A week since they’d been scrambling to keep her alive. Despite their best efforts, (y/n) was slipping further from them each day.

The nearby village’s only doctor was useless, simply stating that it was like nothing he had ever seen, and that chances of recovery were most certainly slim to none.

Her condition deteriorated quickly. What started as extreme exhaustion had now left her bedridden, her body trembling fiercely and her skin becoming pale as wax.

Every breath seemed like a struggle, every movement too much for her body to bear. The fever raged, unrelenting, burning her from the inside. And as her strength faded, so did the light in their eyes.

Hyrule had become a shadow of himself. He hadn’t slept in days unless it was from passing out, his magic reserves draining back to empty the moment he woke up and crawled back to her.

Each time he used his healing magic, it took more out of him, the toll becoming increasingly visible. His skin was drawn, dark circles etched under his eyes, and his hands trembled as he worked tirelessly over her. His breathing was shallow, his body aching from the strain, but still, he refused to stop.

They all knew he was pushing himself too far, but no one could bring themselves to intervene. Not when the fear that they would lose her loomed over them all like a dark cloud.

Twilight, Wind, Four and Legend had taken on the task of gathering supplies, disappearing to the nearby town almost every day.

They were the fastest, the ones who could sneak in and out with ease. At first, they had relied on buying potions and medicine, but as time wore on, the merchant began to see their desperation, raising his prices to absurd levels.

It didn’t take long for the group to abandon any notion of paying fairly.

Twilight would distract the merchant with a pleasant smile, while Four split up to keep watch as Wind and Legend slipped behind the stalls, taking what they needed without hesitation. It wasn’t theft, not really. Not when the merchant had already tried to scam them.

It was necessary. They couldn’t afford to waste time arguing over prices when every second mattered.

But despite their efforts, the potions barely made a difference. At best, they gave (y/n) temporary relief, literal moments where her breathing eased and the pain receded, but it returned worse than before. The illness had taken a vicious hold, tightening its grip with every passing day.

Warriors and Time kept watch over Hyrule, though neither could hide their growing frustration.

They’d tried to reason with him, tried to force him to rest, if only so he had the strength to continue later, but Hyrule wouldn’t listen.

His stubbornness had reached a new height, fueled by the guilt eating away at him. He couldn’t give up. He wouldn’t.

“She’ll get better,” he insisted through chapped lips, his voice hoarse and trembling with exhaustion. “I just need... I need more time. Please, just... give me more time.”

But even as he said it, they could see the cracks forming. He was running on empty, his body barely holding up under the strain. And still, (y/n)’s condition worsened.

She couldn’t even open her eyes anymore, her body too weak to respond to their voices. She drifted in and out of consciousness, her fevered mind lost in a haze of pain.

When she was awake, she tried to smile at them, tried to offer some kind of comfort despite her suffering. But they could see the truth, she was fading. Her brightness was slipping away, and no matter how hard they fought, it felt like they were losing her.

At night, when they thought she was too far gone to notice, they let their masks drop completely.

Twilight paced restlessly by the fire, his fists clenched as he stared into the flames, guilt gnawing at him for not being able to protect her.

Wind and Four sat beside her, their usually carefree demeanor replaced with silent, tear-filled eyes as they held her hand and brushed her hair back, whispering to her with voices so soft it barely reached the others.

Warriors stood guard, his jaw set, his eyes red-rimmed from lack of sleep as he stared out into the night, waiting for the moment when everything would crumble.

And Time... Time sat at her side, his calloused hand holding hers, as if he could anchor her to the world with his presence alone. He was silent, his expression unreadable, but the tightness in his grip betrayed his fear.

Legend wasn’t any better. He sat farther away from the rest but still close to her, his arms crossed over his chest, but his eyes never left her. His hands were clenched into tight fists, his nails digging into his palms as he fought to keep his composure. He couldn’t lose her. None of them could.

But with each passing day, that fear became more real. More suffocating.

One evening, when the others had gone to town again, Hyrule collapsed beside her, his magic finally failing him.

He was unconscious before they could reach him, his body giving out from the constant use of his power. Warriors was the one to scoop him up and lay him beside her, his expression grim.

“We can’t keep this up,” he muttered, his voice tight with emotion. “We’re losing her and with the rate the Traveler is going, we’ll lose both of them.”

Twilight, who had been silent for hours, finally spoke. His voice was rough, filled with raw, unfiltered fear.

“Then we find another way. I won’t let her die.”

No one argued, but the despair was written on all their faces.

They had to find another way. But what? How long could they keep running to town, stealing potions, praying for a miracle that never seemed to come?

How long could they keep up the façade that everything would be okay when every moment felt like she was slipping further away from them?

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The atmosphere around the camp had become oppressive, a heavy, choking tension that none of them could shake.

The sound of their own thoughts was deafening, and yet, no one dared to speak much. Not anymore. Not when every word felt like a countdown to the inevitable.

(y/n) was still hanging on, barely, her shallow breaths echoing through the campsite. But the fear that she could slip away at any moment had taken its toll on all of them.

Their once seamless movements now seemed jagged and unnatural.

Twilight’s steps, once so sure and steady, had grown erratic, his pacing more frantic as the days passed. He muttered under his breath, words lost to the wind as his gaze flitted between the dying fire and (y/n)’s prone form.

The others weren’t much better. Four’s usual sharp, observant eyes had grown wild, darting to every shadow as if waiting for something, anything, to happen. He often caught himself muttering to himself, strange fragmented thoughts that would normally never see the light of day.

Warriors sat apart from the rest, fingers twitching as though he wanted to reach for his sword at every sound. His jaw clenched and unclenched, a subtle but constant reminder of his fraying patience.

Legend, normally quick with his sarcasm or a biting comment, was eerily silent, his hands wringing the edge of his tunic over and over again. His eyes were dark, haunted, as if he were seeing something none of the others could.

Even Time, ever the rock of the group, had begun to slip. His movements were mechanical, too precise to be natural, his expression cold and distant.

But it was his eyes that gave him away, those sharp, calculating eyes now flickered with something wild, something desperate.

And then there was Hyrule.

Hyrule, who had been the most drained, the most exhausted, suddenly seemed to be... different.

He was still pale, his face hollowed from the constant exertion of his magic, but something about him had changed. He was oddly focused, his gaze distant but intensely sharp, as if picking up on something the others couldn’t see.

He sat by (y/n)’s side more often now, his eyes narrowing as he stared out into the distance, as though something was calling to him. The others noticed it too. the way he seemed unsettled, the way his fingers twitched as if itching to reach for something just out of his grasp. Sometimes, he would mutter to himself, low enough that only those closest could hear.

“This place... I swear there’s something familiar here,” he whispered one night, his voice barely above a breath. “Something I’ve seen before... felt before... but I don’t know why.”

The others exchanged glances, but were too focused on (y/n) to dwell on it.

Still, there was something about the way Hyrule had begun to withdraw, something in his eyes that made them uneasy.

He was debating something in his mind, that much was clear. But no one dared to ask.

Then, one night, (y/n)’s breathing had faltered. Just for a moment. Just long enough to send them all into a spiral of panic.

Hyrule had rushed to her side, using what little magic he had recovered to try and stabilize her. She’d slipped back into unconsciousness, her body colder than before.

The scare left them shaken to their core, but it was Hyrule who seemed the most affected.

That night, he hadn’t spoken. He’d sat silently by the fire, staring into the flames, his expression tight, his eyes distant. The others tried to talk to him, to see if he was alright, but he gave nothing away. No one pressed further.

The next morning, he was gone.

It was Twilight who noticed first, his eyes scanning the camp as he called out for Hyrule, his voice laced with frustration. But there was no answer. He wasn’t there. His bag, his supplies, everything was gone, as if he had vanished into thin air.

It didn’t take long for the others to realize what had happened, and soon the camp was filled with the sounds of heated whispers, their voices low but tense.

“Where the hell did he go?” Legend hissed, his hands shaking as he raked them through his hair. “He wouldn’t just leave, not without saying something.”

“He was acting weird,” Wind muttered, pacing again, his movements jerky. “He was muttering about something being familiar. Maybe he went to find it.”

“Find what?” Warriors snapped, his voice sharp. “We’re in the middle of nowhere, the village is useless cause it’s so small it doesn’t even have a doctor, and (y/n) could die any second. He knows that!”

“I don’t know!” Wild shot back, his voice strained. “But something’s not right. He’s been pushing himself too hard.”

“We all have,” Time said quietly, his voice calm, though his knuckles were white from how hard he was gripping his sword. “But abandoning us? Abandoning her? There’s no excuse.”

Twilight growled under his breath, his hands clenched into fists. “We need him. We can’t—"

“Maybe he found something,” Sky interrupted, his voice quieter but no less tense. “Something he didn’t want to say in front of us.”

“Or maybe he’s finally lost it,” Warriors muttered darkly. “We all know how much he’s been using his magic. It could’ve driven him over the edge.”

The argument continued, their voices rising and falling as they debated what to do. But underneath it all, the fact was clear.

Hyrule was gone by his own free will.

And if they couldn’t find him, or if he didn’t come back soon, (y/n) might be gone too.

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Without Hyrule, (y/n)‘s moments of respite were non-existent.

The group fell deeper into despair. Every breath (y/n) took sounded weaker, raspier, her skin pale and cold to the touch. They tried to stay strong, but the strain showed.

Time and Warriors rarely spoke now, their grim expressions enough to convey the gravity of the situation.

Twilight remained as Wolfie, using his heightened senses in an attempt to monitor (y/m)’s withering condition.

Four kept snapping at anyone who hesitated too long to do something for her, and Legend, normally so composed, spent hours quietly sitting by (y/n)'s side, holding her hand as if sheer will alone could keep her with them.

One evening, as the group huddled in the camp’s dim light, Wild finally whispered what they all dreaded to hear.

"I can’t give her any more potions or elixirs," he murmured, his voice thick with frustration. "They aren’t working anymore."

His words hung in the air like a death sentence. No one wanted to acknowledge it, but they all knew. The potions weren’t helping. Nothing was helping. Yet even so, they whispered to her in the dark, their voices shaky and tearful.

"Just a little longer, okay?" Twilight would plead softly. "You’re strong. You can fight this."

Legend would gently press his forehead against (y/n)’s, his voice breaking. "Don’t leave us. Please. We need you."

But deep down, they all feared it was too late.

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Hyrule returned.

He stumbled into the camp just as the group braced themselves for the possibility of that (y/n) wouldn’t survive that night.

His sudden appearance should have brought relief, but instead, it ignited anger. The others turned on him, their eyes wild with rage and fear.

"Where were you?" Legend hissed, storming up to him, grabbing him by the collar of his tunic, his voice shaking with rage and betrayal.

"How could you abandoned her!" Four cried out, fists balled up tightly.

"How could you leave?" Warriors snarled. "We needed you, SHE needed you!"

Hyrule, however, was too exhausted to flinch from their words. He stood before them, pale and bloodied, his eyes heavy with sleeplessness. But despite his worn appearance, his gaze was resolute.

"I didn’t want to leave," he said, his voice quiet but firm. "But… I’m glad I did."

Before anyone could respond viciously to that, Hyrule raised his hands, and with a pulse of his magic, rejuvenated and contrary to his physical condition, the air around them filled with soft, melodic chimes.

Time, Legend, and Warrior’s eyes widened, immediately recognizing the sound for what it was.

A moment later, the area around them lit up, as the sly was filled with a swarm of fairies, their wings shimmering like tiny stars as they descended upon (y/n), surrounding her with gentle light.

The fairies whispered soothing words, their voices like the rustle of leaves in a breeze, comforting both the group and (y/n), even though she remained unconscious.

The warmth of their magic radiated outward, the oppressive weight of the situation lifting as they began to work.

"It was a curse disguising itself as an illness," Hyrule explained, his voice faint from exhaustion. " and I could feel something off since we arrived here. Something... familiar. I didn’t understand it at first. But it clicked eventually.“

He looked up at the sky for a moment, “This place... it’s MY Hyrule, but so far into the future that I didn’t recognize it. But the pulse of magic... that, I knew."

He swayed slightly, catching himself before he fell. "I gambled. Left to investigate, and I was right. I found the Great Fairy Fountain in the same place it’s always been."

His lips curved into a small, weary smile. "To this land, it had been so long. But to her, I was only gone for a short while, despite the centuries that have passed between our time jumps. She agreed to help me... to help her." He glanced at (y/n), whose skin now glowed faintly beneath the soft light of the fairies. "Her daughters came with me, but the Great Mother has requested we bring (y/n) to the fountain so she can personally aid in her recovery."

The group stared in stunned silence, their emotions torn between anger, relief, and disbelief. The sight of the fairies working on (y/n), their gentle magic already combating the curse, was a miracle they had barely dared to hope for.

"I’m sorry," Hyrule said desperately as Legend’s hand let go of his tunic, his voice breaking from the tears he was holding back, barely above a whisper. "I did what I had to do... but I…I just couldn’t keep add it without searching for an actual solution. To actually make sure she pulls through."

As the fairies continued to work, a glimmer of hope returned to the now silent group.

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Twilight and Warriors had barely exchanged words as they approached the merchant's stall. The merchant, initially wary but hopeful for a profitable exchange, quickly realized his mistake when Twilight’s eyes narrowed and Warriors' grip tightened on the hilt of his sword.

"We’re borrowing your cart," Warriors had stated coldly, his voice leaving no room for negotiation. Twilight’s hand hovered threateningly near his own blade, the intent clear. There would be no payment, no bargaining. They would be taking the cart, and the merchant wouldn’t stop them.

The merchant, pale and trembling, simply nodded, backing away as the two heroes secured the cart to Epona, ignoring the man's feeble protests.

When they returned to the camp, Twilight, with Hyrule’s careful guidance, gently placed (y/n) inside the cart. Her fragile body was carefully cushioned by blankets, and even then, she barely stirred.

The fairies flitted around her constantly, their magic a steady hum as they continued to combat the curse.

With everyone in place, Epona began to pull them toward the Great Fairy’s fountain.

Twilight, walking beside his loyal steed, murmured soothing words to the horse as they made their way through the winding paths, Hyrule sitting in the cart with (y/n), his focus entirely on her, the weight of his exhaustion finally showing but his resolve never faltering.

At the Great Fairy’s fountain, the air shimmered with an otherworldly light. As they arrived, the Great Fairy emerged from the glimmering waters, her presence overwhelming yet comforting.

Without a word, she extended her arms toward (y/n), and with a soft pulse of magic, (y/n)’s body floated from the cart, suspended in a gentle glow. She was carefully placed in the pool of water and magic, her limp form cradled by the shimmering light as the curse continued to be fought off.

Days passed. The Chain set up camp near the fountain, watching anxiously as the fairies and the Great Fairy worked tirelessly to heal (y/n).

Slowly, ever so slowly, the signs of improvement became visible. Her once pale complexion began to warm, her breathing grew steadier, and the oppressive weight of the curse lessened.

But exhaustion took its toll on the group. One by one, the others succumbed to sleep, their bodies and minds drained from days of fear and desperation.

Only Hyrule remained awake, too restless, too vigilant to allow himself the luxury of sleep. He sat near the water’s edge, watching over (y/n) as she floated peacefully in the glowing pool.

Then, in the stillness of the night, (y/n) stirred.

Hyrule’s eyes widened as he saw her eyelids flutter weakly.

For a brief, fleeting moment, her eyes opened, just a sliver, as if she was struggling to take in her surroundings. Hyrule’s breath caught in his throat as he knelt closer, his heart pounding in his chest.

“Shhhhh…” He gently hushed, as if trying to calm whatever unease she may currently feel, his voice barely audible, as if speaking too loudly might shatter the moment. "You’re safe now. Everything is going to be alright."

Her eyes, though heavy with fatigue, seemed to register his words. A faint glimmer of recognition passed through them before they fluttered shut again, her body relaxing as though she had accepted his promise.

Hyrule let out a shaky breath, a wave of relief washing over him. She was still with them. She was fighting, and now, for the first time in what felt like an eternity, it seemed like she might win.

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The Great Fairy watched (y/n) in her pool of magic and water, her ethereal face softening with a sense of quiet awe. "I must say, her will is extraordinary," she murmured, her voice like the chime of delicate bells. "The curse was designed to break the will of its victim, to erode their strength of spirit until nothing remained. But this one... she fought it. Every moment. Impressive."

Hyrule, still weary and bloodied from his desperate journey, glanced down at (y/n) with a tender smile. "That’s just who she is," he replied quietly. "She’s always surprising us. Always pushing through the impossible." His voice softened, a note of fondness threading through it. "It’s one of the things I love about her."

The Great Fairy tilted her head, her knowing eyes gleaming with amusement, but she said nothing, turning instead to watch her daughters as they continued to flutter around (y/n), their magic mingling with her own. Though the power they offered was unnecessary now, their presence was comforting, both to (y/n) and the Chain. The fairies worked with gentle grace, their whispered words soft like a lullaby.

Hyrule glanced at the others, still slumbering deeply by the fountain, drained from days of anxiety and fear. He didn’t tell them about (y/n)’s brief moment of consciousness earlier. He knew it would only upset them that they hadn’t been there to witness it, to share in the small flicker of hope.

And so, he kept it to himself, watching over her as she grew stronger with each passing day. The curse slowly unraveled, her body regaining warmth and color, her breathing steadying until, one day, her eyes opened again.

It was brief, just a few minutes, but enough to soothe the raw edges of their hearts. She was weak, her voice barely above a whisper, but the warmth in her eyes as she looked at each of them melted the tension that had kept them on edge.

"I'm okay," she whispered, her words fragile but filled with reassurance. "I’m alright now." Her hand trembled as she reached out, and Wild was the first to take it, tears threatening to spill over as he squeezed her hand tightly.

"We were so scared..." Warriors muttered, voice rough with emotion as he knelt beside her, his mask of stoic composure cracked. "You had us worried, Dear Heart."

She offered them a faint, tired smile. "I’m sorry... but it’s alright now, right? You’re all safe. I’m safe."

They all gathered around her, voices gentle but urgent as they reassured her it was alright now, that she was safe, and they would never let something like this happen again.

As days passed, her strength gradually returned, and the nights became less suffocating as she was slowly tugged away from death’s door.

One evening, while the others slept, (y/n) remained awake, her body finally strong enough to allow her more moments of clarity. Hyrule was keeping watch, sitting quietly by the edge of the campfire, when her soft voice broke the stillness.

"Hyrule..." she murmured, her eyes half-lidded but focused on him.

He quickly moved to her side, concern flashing across his face. "What is it? Are you alright?"

She smiled, small but genuine, and it reached her eyes, softening the tired lines etched into her face. "I just... I wanted to thank you. Even when I didn’t know where I was, when it felt like everything was trying to pull me away, I always had this sense of…you. Of you right by my side."

….what..?

Hyrule’s breath caught in his throat, his heart clenching at her words.

She…had felt him?

“I didn’t know how I knew it was you. But I knew. You have no idea how much that helped.”

She had known he had been there? That he had fought the curse every step of the way?

She chuckled weakly, though it was more of a breathy laugh than anything, but there was joy in it. "Now I know how Twilight felt when he was bedridden. It’s not fun being the one to almost die."

Hyrule couldn’t help but smile back, a quiet chuckle escaping him despite the weight of the past days. He gently took her hand, holding it between his own as he replied, "You were never alone. Not for a second. Never."

She squeezed his hand, her strength fragile but there.

As (y/n)’s eyes grew heavier, she gave Hyrule a weak but sincere smile. “Thank you... for never giving up on me...” she whispered, her voice barely audible, each word a fragile breath. “Not once…”

Hyrule’s heart clenched as the words hit him, the gratitude and warmth in her tone making his chest tighten painfully. He opened his mouth to reply, but nothing came out. The emotion swelling within him was too strong, and he could only manage a soft, shaky breath.

“Rest,” he whispered instead, his voice tender, barely holding back his tears. “I’ll watch over you. You’re safe now.”

Her eyes fluttered closed, her stamina finally spent, and her breathing evened out into the quiet rhythm of sleep. Hyrule stayed there, staring at her for a long moment, swallowing hard against the lump in his throat. He blinked rapidly, willing the tears not to fall.

After a few moments, he slowly lifted his head, his gaze shifting to the Great Fairy who had been watching the exchange with a gentle, knowing smile. Her eyes glimmered with warmth, and the soft chime of her magic hummed in the air, as comforting as a lullaby.

“She... she thanked me,” Hyrule whispered, his voice breaking slightly as he sniffled. “I... I did a good job. I helped...”

His voice was fragile, raw with relief and exhaustion, and as he spoke, he let the weight of everything he had been holding in finally settle. He had helped. He had made a difference.

The Great Fairy’s soft, melodic chime filled the air, and with it, a pulse of magic swept gently over him, a warm wave of love and affection that radiated through his entire being.

The sensation was so soothing, so full of comfort, that even the other sleeping heroes unconsciously relaxed, their bodies softening in their sleep as if the magic had touched them too.

Hyrule sniffled again, wiping at his eyes as he gave the Great Fairy a grateful, tearful smile. He had helped. He had done his part to save her, and now, she was going to be alright.

Everything was going to be okay.