hello! I read your yanlinks and wanted to know if can be possible some hc of the links (+deity and dark link) with darling taking mask as their child? like I always wanted to hug and punch the goddess for what the poor kid suffer, imagine that traumatized kid just being take of that doomed world and just the reader just āthis my child now, he will have the childhood all of you deserve but hadā so they better accept it. sorry :( if you canāt is okay
AHH OMG I LOVE THIS
ofc i can do this
thank you for sending this in-
so i didnāt do headcannons (so sorry) but Iāll definitely write more with mask ((i had too much fun)) and could make hcs!!
Also, funfact, my hotel had to evacuate while i was writing this
TW: Yandere content
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There are few times you were separated from the chain anymore. As the trip progressed and their mental states began to spiral, you began to notice more and more how much theyād begun to infringe on your time. There was always one of them there, vying, hoping, tripping over themselves if they could just be of use to you. It was because of that you couldnāt leave. There were always eyes on you and a hand lingering somewhere on your skin.
A loving quirk, you may call it.
And youād be willing to dismiss it if it were simply a matter of chanceā there are plenty of them and one of you, it seems perfectly reasonable thereād be someone near you at all timesā¦ right?
The time youād returned from bathing without telling them only to find Wind backed into a tree explaining he didnāt mean to lose sight of you says that thought is wrong. Time hardly ever yelled. Never at you and never again in your presence, but youāre reminded thinking back to that just how dangerous these boys are beneath their sweet smiles and reverent gaze.
And you may think that they simply wish to protect you. The woods are dangerous, afterall. The woods crawl with creatures that intend to bite. To take you and harm you.
Wind spent the rest of that night crying and huddled into you. He had not much more than a sliced lip, but he certainly was shaken. The others didnāt do much to hide their glares, after all they were justified.
Werenāt they?
They just wanted to keep you safe.
Itās exactly those prior events that made this specific circumstance soā¦ unsettling.
You were alone.
The woods were quiet.
There were no monsters.
Your legs were shaky and weak beneath you as your hands pulled you up. The bark on the tree youād used for support was wet and the earth smelled of fresh rain. The back of your clothes stuck to your skin, the cold seeping in.
Slowly, the world began to move at a pace that made sense. You didnāt realise until a gust of wind had shook the gnarled trees that the air was stagnant and dead.
Nor did you realise the sound of a hiccuping child, crying over the buzz of cicadas.
Internally, you struggled. This is the exact kind of fae trap youād expect waking up in Hylia knows where, itād be dumb to go blindly walking into that.
But the worst that could happen is you move from one cage to another, so your get began to tread across the muddy ground.
You certainly werenāt expecting what you got.
A boy. A link. Curled up at the base of a tree, crying. The sight was rather painful to bear, his fragile shoulders shuddering as he tried to choke everything back. his face his scrunched up, and he bares a snarl that is missing a few teeth when you kneel to help.
āHello Liā¦ā You trail off, quite unsure how heād react to seeing you know his name when he was already quite unhappy at being interrupted.
āHello, little oneā You settle on that, pulling the sleeve of your shirt up and over your thumb to wipe the tears and snot off his face. Heās backed into the tree as far as his legs can manage to push him. You pause to gather exactly who youāre looking at, and if thereās anything to guess by the bright green tunic, ocarina and collection of masks, this is the young time youād originally thought him to be.
āAre you alright? What happenedā You try your hardest to soothe him, but itās clear the distrust has already been so deeply woven within him. He just shakes his head and shoves you away.
So, without much else to do, you set up camp.
You talk aimlessly as you work, noticing that despite his stubborn silence, the young Link (Mask, as you decide to call him) was awfully perceptive. You hope, somewhere in his little mind, he can gather through your subpar attempts at starting a fire and your light-hearted ramblings that youāre not a threat. That the food you made was not poison and you were someone he could rely on.
You saw what the world had done to those boys.
Maybe you could help this one meet with a better fate.
Itās hours into the night before heās cheered up. He chews happily on some chicken skewers you made, the world easing its grip on him. He recounts his own tales about Epona and Navi, ones Time wouldnāt usually be vulnerable enough to share. And even then he never spoke with such the same spark. This little boy in front of you, beaten down as he was, had so much life in him.
You would not let anyone take it from him.
Not Hylia, not the people, not whatever evil incarnate found him, not even the world.
He does nod off in time. Itās far later than youād expect his little body to endure, but he falls asleep slumped against you. It seems with just the notion of safety, he gave out.
Heās just hardly light enough to carry, so you were able to unpack his bedroll and drape whatever fabric you could find to make a blanket.
The world goes sickeningly still again. The wind stopped and it felt as though the forest died. A voice, too loud and too encompassing cuts through the dead air. Itās multiplied and shifting, as though it canāt tell how it wishes to portray itself. Itās thousands of people.
But also just one.
āHello, Little oneā It mimicked your tone in every manner from soothing to mocking. You reach slowly to your side to grab your dagger.
āYou neednāt be frightened. I have no need in harming youā The voice comes from in front of you instead of behind you. Your breath is stagnant in your lungs the moment you think youāre caughtā that Time had found you.
No. He had not.
But the deity had.
He stands, impossibly tall and almost incomprehensibly grand. He has no pupils in the vast whiteness of his eyes, but you know heās looking at you. You know because something in you freezes up. He sets down his sword with a thump, the intertwined metal heavy and ebbing a sense of power equal to the man who wields it. You purse your lips to start sayingā something, but he holds up a single hand in dismissal.
āI know who you are. I know why youāre hereā He kneels across from you, the fire licking each contour of his bold features. Heās comparable to many of the great roman or grecian statues, striking and yet too perfect to be human. The warm light casts his skin in a warm highlight to almost convince you that his body, his vessel holds warmth, but itās the cold moonlight and the shadows that creep around his edges that remind you who it is youāre speaking with.
āYou truly must forgive myā¦ abrupt course of action. The others left me without much time.ā He quiets his voice, eventually managing to mimic something close enough to human. Itās uncanny, but ignorable.
āSoā¦ you know about-ā You choke on the thought, āthe others?ā It is quite odd that despite this being some split into the past he knows not just of you, but he knows youā your situation.
āThe hero never truly ridded of me, you know.ā His lips curl halfway between a snarl and a smile, āI was always there. Watching. Observing. Learning.ā As he speaks, his words feel as if they curl around you, cinching in.
āIf I hadnāt taken you when I did, it mightāve been fair to say you wouldāve been stuck.ā Each syllable is sharp. Concise.
āWhat do you-ā
āIām sorry if youāre not feeling well. Time travel truly isnāt something the mortal body is accustomed to. Especially into such an obscure timeline. But I had to be sure I kept you safe. Hidden.ā
One cage for another.
āThere are no monsters in these woods anymore, my flower. Donāt worry. I ensured itā He whispers, that menacing grin branding into your mind.
But there was a monster in these woods.
Because not always are they agents of evil and incapable of causing anything but harm.
Sometimes they bare their teeth in grins. They take you and harm you. They hide their worst intentions behind sweetened tones and good intentions while they hold a knife to another.
