Hello! đ May I request platonic yandere Twilight Link with fae reader?
Absolutely! I went on a rampage on this one, thanks for the request!
Notes: I took this in a more LoZ version since I felt it was fitting, hope you don't mind.
But with headcanons ofc ofc.
Link needs therapy but he doesn't know what that is.
I FINALLY GOT THIS DONE ISTG
TWs: Creepy Link, platonical yanderism, kidnapping (twice).
Platonic! Yandere! TP! Link x Reader
Demoted from fae to emotional support plant, a oneshot.
Link was a very friendly guy.
As rough of a job as he had â before, during and after his fate hit him like a meteor â he still kept himself very gentle.
Lifting his tone and being aggressive wasn't his thing, even though he was technically still a wolf at heart. He had a heavily sheepish behavior in his day to day life.
He had no enemies, only friends, all scattered throughout Hyrule.
Still, more often than not, he was alone at his home.
He still lived near Ordon, but his house, as always, was just outside of the small village.
It was more practical for several reasons, however, as the kids from the village grew up, he didn't get as many visits.
Ilia, the only one who used to be his age â and therefore his best, and only friend â also had other things to worry about, especially since the whole event of her memories being gone. Their relationship just hadn't been the same since, besides, he wasn't exactly the best with heartfelt things either.
And he was shy. There was also that.
Yeah, he was already an introvert who didn't speak much. After the prolonged time not interacting with humans, that trait of his only became worse.
Yes, asking Rusl for help was a possibility, but inherently the worst of them, considering he'd probably end up making said information purposely get shared around Ordon to try and help.
It wasnât the best help, in Link's opinion.
He felt absolutely lost. More unsure what to do now than ever.
How in Hylia's name is human interaction so much more difficult than defeating Ganon and becoming a monster in the process?
Sometimes, it felt like his social skills had been whiffed out of existence along with Midna, the only other friend he had after Ilia. And probably the one person he never expected to meet, or ever get as attached as he got.
And then one day, when bringing Epona to the spring to drink, he found another impish thing to fill his life with again.
Colin was visiting the other day â the kid came over sometimes, sweet as he had once seen himself be â and had gotten used to filling the silence with his own voice sometimes, when Link couldn't get himself to do it. He rarely ever did it, but that day he was rambling about something along the lines of a tree sprout he had planted by Ordon spring.
âIt's like a baby tree, it's like⊠As tall as me.â He grinned, overly happy at his own tale. The Goddesses bless his heart.
âIt fell from someone's backpack when I was walking by the woods, he must have been distracted because he didn't seem to notice me calling. The vase broke, so I had to replant it⊠It was pretty though, too bad it broke.â
That was⊠About all Link could remember him saying.
Maybe he should have paid closer attention.
The tree still looked small, and also out of place around all the sand, so did the little creature besides it.
They definitely weren't hylian, the feeling of their eyes on him felt brought the same feeling of a fairy's healing. Link supposed that wasn't the norm with most creatures he's ever met.
âSo⊠You're stuck here?â It felt more like an affirmation, seeing the frustrated look on your face.
You confirmed it with a simple nod. A yes wasn't even necessary when your face said enough. You could have guessed the feelings you must have irradiated that moment.
You were connected to the tree recently planted by the spring, no way of getting much far from it without fading away entirely.
The decision of explaining that to Link â the friendly hylian you had just met and decided to trust â may have been called naive by the elder trees around the forest you used to live at, but they weren't here now, were they?
It brought you to tears, slightly acidic sap drops falling on his tunic, which he didn't seem to mind that much.
You didn't want to talk about anything else after that, which forced Link to use his own mind to decipher the rest of the story, and what could have brought you here.
The broken vase was the next thing to come to his attention.
Link didn't have any problem finding it, maybe that came from his need for closure, or maybe his undesired obsession to always help and save even if people didn't ask for it.
Broken green porcelain all over the grass, dirt half covering it even if it wasn't there for that long, almost as if earth itself was reclaiming the piece, which was understandable when he started assembling it all together.
There were little golden accents all over it, which glowed like a trick of the light, regardless of the actual ambient around it. The thing irradiated magic, maybe even more than you did.
Just enough magic to contain you. Link guessed, he hoped it was just his experience with magic talking to him, and not his actual feelings about this piece.
You had mixed feelings when you saw the nice hylian man come back with the same vase you were once trapped in, all the once shattered pieces now glued together once more.
âI'll bring you back to yourâŠâ He paused, the gentle smile fading just slightly with confusion, apparently you hadn't really explained where exactly you had been taken from.
âYou can call it family, we aren't related, but we're all the same, in a way.â For a second, you wondered how the youngest taken along with you were, and if they had been half as lucky as you.
âWell. You won't be alone anymore.â He promised, his smile coming back to light.
For one, you were happy when he told you the plan, even though a little part of you felt uneasy about going there again, your fragilized roots having to be dug up all over again and cramped into that container.
But you couldnât complain, just hover over him, worried his rough hands would rip apart something accidentally on the way.
Surprisingly, that didn't happen. He was as gentle as his words, even if he didn't look the part.
âAre you ready for the trip now?â You asked Link first thing in the morning after the third day in his house.
It wasn't that he was a bad host, no, he was all hospitality ever since he brought you to his house.
But it had been three days since he brought you there and put your tree by the window, saying he was just gonna need to prepare for the trip back to your home.
But you never really saw him doing much other than normal house chores. And you watched him a lot.
You got to explore the little house while your tree got all the sun and water it needed, and he offered you sweets too as you roamed around, but you couldn't get far enough from your tree to see outside of the house, so you spent most of your day with him, and he spent most of his day with you.
Link seemed lonely, you could feel it as well as see it. The feeling clung to the walls and extended over the living room like shadows.
And you wished you could help, but it wasn't the type of thing you could cure. At least not so far from your land.
Sometimes you mentioned that to him, pointed out the problem and your ability to cure it. Link smiled, but seemed to brush it off. Not in a sad way, but more in a way that made you feel like he thought you were too young to know better.
You couldn't count the days very well, but you were fairly sure a bit of time had gone by, Link's hair had grown!
âYour hair doesn't change much.â He commented, looking at you once as he used a dagger to chop some of the strands off, letting the dark blond fall to the ground.
âI age slowly, like the tree does.â I pointed to my tree, it's healthy leaves swaying slowly in the breeze coming from the open window.
It was a bit obvious, you guessed. Link still didn't go silent, though. He seemed a lot more chatty these days anyways.
âHow old are you now, then?â
That one you didn't know how to respond to.
âWe don't count days as hylians doâŠâ
That didn't seem to be enough to sate his curiosity about you, though. If anything, his eyes looked even more searching now, even in his silence.
âThat's good, actuallyâŠâ He set the dagger down after finishing, the metal clanking quietly on the wooden table as he went to fetch water for your tree.
You thought you were getting better at reading and understanding his emotions and half finished comments, but that one left you feeling like something was incorrect.
âNow it makes sense why you don't seem to realize how long you have really been here for.â His smile wasn't any less soft, but it was heavy in a way, that one type people usually did when they already expected backlash.
âI thought you saidâŠâ Three days, wasn't it?
âYou don't worry about that.â He patted your head as he walked past, the water sloshing in the wooden bowl he carried over to the vase by the window, his hands gentle with the motions.
âI've thought about itâŠâ He kept talking, and you clung onto his every word, curious as much as you were patient, almost desperate for his response. You hoped you were wrong about the negative assumptions you were imagining lately. âYou said I was lonely, didn't you?â
Naive, was what you were.
âYes, I can cure itââ You promised it back then, and you tried to remind him of it, but he interrupted you.
âYes, and you did, and I'm eternally grateful to you for it.â
Maybe he didn't understand what you really meant by literal healing. He didn't let you try to explain it, though, holding up a hand.
âYou're healing me by being here, don't you get it? You can't leave.â
âAnd I promised you something too. You won't be alone again.â He paused. âAnd neither will I.â
â...Now, if you don't mind, your tree roots are getting too cramped in that vase, be a dear and help me plant it in the garden.â
The soil was rich outside, and there weren't any fences. Not that they were needed. You knew you couldn't go far anyway.
You had made an oath to make sure you'd come back home in exchange for his healing... And in turn, he'd gone and found the loophole in it.
