#yan!hyrule

Both? Both.

TW: Yandere and all it’s accompanies (obsession, violence, etc)

Yan!Chain Headcannons

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Hyrule

Really sweet once you first met, definitely one that became your friend before shit began to spiral. The familiarity of his old guide made becoming close friends really easy.

Once he fully realised who exactly you were, however, platonic standards are thrown out the window. Chances are he’s latched to your side, constantly making sure you’re happy and healthy. Lord forbid he found out that you aren’t, he’d spend all his magic fixing your ailments to whatever degree of success before striking down whatever dared try and harm you.

He’ll hold your hand or give you a kiss when you need healing, savouring being the one to hold you

Love languages are probably Physical touch and Acts of service. Making sure to be close to you, to shield you from the horrid world he’s seen. He likes to know you’re close, that you’re there.

Not to say he’s adverse to singing your praises. He’d write hymns and gospels if you asked. Afterall, who was Hylia to think she was divine when you stood right there.

Keeping up my love of Fae!Hyrule he definitely thinks you’re married to some extent

To him, he’s utterly devoted to you, at your beck and call. He’d bring the greatest of warriors, including the very deity that traveled with the chain to their knees if you said the word. The world would burn to ash and yet he’d shield you from the fire if it ment you could be close. He’d fight drove after drove of monsters if it ment he could collapse into your arms at the end. And in turn you give your time and compassion, you grace him with your presence. You let him heal you not that there’s any other option and you let him fawn and you keep his gifts. That’s as good as married to him.

Definitely uses his magic to… pull some strings. Make his words more persuasive, make the colours shine a little brighter, make his words more alluring, make the blood on his clothes less noticeable. Your clothes are enchanted, your jewellery as well. Your food magicked to calm your nerves and ease your heart.

You’ve met his faerie sisters. They love you. They’d riot if you were hurt. They’d tell him if you ran off.

Not to mention that it’s good practice to gift the fae with silver jewellery for safe passage or protection (yeah i mentioned this in a post before, idc). If you so happened to do this, he’s sold. Done for. Any question of his feelings for you? Gone. He’d pierce his ears to don your trinkets, flaunt the necklaces, adore the bracelets. But goddesses above, if you got him a ring? Well my friend, you’ve sealed your fate. He’d flaunt it, proud of his successful courtship, if his divinity being pleased by him. No one can touch it, no damage will come to it, it will be just as pristine as when it was in your hands.

Probably not one to kidnap you per say, but would be confused if you didn’t want to come with him. You gave him your ring, that’s binding to humans isn’t it? Your his and he’s yours. Why would you want to leave? He has everything you want. And anything more you could possibly want, all you’d have to do is utter the words and it’s yours.

For nicknames, Love, Honey, Sweetheart, Flower, a variety of faerie nicknames

Legend

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Off the bat remembered your guidance. While this led to some shakiness in his trusting you. The second he realised you’re real and not some cruel imposter, that too is thrown right out.

Doesn’t spare you from the sarcasm, in fact, he’s right on your nerves. He itches for your own snarky comments and blows. Itches for your voice and your attention.

Again with the enchanted jewellery. Earrings, necklaces, bracelets, rings, whatever it is that you want, it’s yours. No questions asked.

Sleeps on you… and odd headcannon, but sprawls out completely over you like a starfish whenever he needs to sleep.

Love language is Quality time and Gift giving. Quietly letting you braid his hair or run errands side by side, getting you rings and clothes. Picking flowers to bring back to you while he’s on patrol. The quiet things. Lest someone find out his moth eaten heart still beats.

Protective to a T. Literally feral. Will bite a man.

Snide comments? Only from him, watch your back. Dirty look? Pulling you close and glaring right back. Directly rude? Hope you have enough rupees to foot a medical bill (do they have those? do now.) But if you’re the unlucky soul that lay a hand on his heart? I hope you have good locks.

Definitely keeping up with the long lived headcannon that animal traits stick to their respective people. Will make a home for you if you happen to land in his Hyrule. Idealises the quiet life with you, getting the life he never got. Loving parents, kids *cough* breeding kink *cough* , happy life, free of Hylia’s trials and falling through his own reality.

Would probably kidnap you, he isn’t loosing again. His poor heart, battered and beaten as it is won’t just let you walk out. Nope. Not on his watch. He knows every forest, every cave, every home in every village. You’re not going to up and leave him again.

Nicknames: Babe, Love, Beloved on special occasions

TYSM!!!

I have an obsession with myths, and given that that covered every origin of mythos i catch myself tapping my fingers like a cartoon villain as I write yan!Hyrule with faerie traits. Just wanna give him some silver jewellery and honey.

quick hcs because i have brainrot and i’m sick:

Gives you so many gifts so others know you’re not up for grabs

Loves loves loves seeing you in his clothes

Heals you, even if you don’t need it. Time can wait, sure he has a stab wound, but his flower needs healing for their paper cut.

Again, he definitely thinks you’re married to him.

Will enchant your entire wardrobe great fairy style, it’s a good excuse for kisses.

Steals all of your green clothing. Burns it. (Fae can’t see people as clearly/at all if they wear green.)

Absolutely adores physical attention.

Will sort through your bags, do all your chores, bless you with good health and fortune and will not accept your thanks.

Giddy when you call him by his ‘true’ name.

Cw: Implied druging, Yandere behaviour

As another person with inexplicably horrible headaches, I feel you. And so, I offer you this:

Herbs and Headaches

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Your head hadn’t even started hurting by the time you were mourning the loss of your day. You felt the familiar pressure wrapping it’s way around your head, temple to temple. You didn’t want to make it a big deal, really, you didn’t. Not after last time. One murmured word of your aching head and the band of heroes dropped everything -almost literally- so you would not travel for the day. So you were stuck with the dilemma. A) Say nothing and resign yourself to silence as you’re practically lobotomised. Or, B) Say something and risk being smothered. You were about to give in to the pain of your skull being pried open when a small detail slipped its way in. Rulie. He can heal, right? Granted he’d tried before and it hadn’t worked fully as you weren’t Hylian, but he could dull the pain lightly. You couldn’t really stop yourself from walking to his side, the pace of your stride matching with the throbbing pain of your headache.

“Rulie?” His eyes cast over to you, and eased smile finding his face as he does.

“y/n?” He matches the tone of your voice, mimicking your accent unfamiliar to Hyrule. The flush that overtook his cheeks spread up to his pointed ears. Faerie. You knew enough of them to know a few things, the most important of which being that they can’t lie, don’t give them your name (oops bit late for that) and to never make promises with them. A promise with the fae is more than a promise, it’s a bind. The words never to be broken, lest you wake the wrath of the others soul.

“Can I tell you something? You have to promise not to tell the others” With the faux innocence in your voice and saccharine tone you would’ve thought that he surely wouldn’t give in, or at least suspect you.

“Anything my flower, what’s up?” His eyebrows knitted in worry.

“No, you have to promise to not tell the others- please?” Your headache flared, causing you to wince.

“I promise. What’s wrong.” His voice deepens on instinct, seeing your pain. It was an… unfamiliar sight to see Hyrule so fiercely protective… but certainly not an unwelcome one.

“I have another headache” You kept your voice low so that the others wouldn’t hear.

“Honey… that’s it? Hylia above- I thought you’d been stabbed” He chuckles, the familiar lopsided grin that took his face was enough to make your heart swoon. He presses a small kiss to your temple, holding your hand as he hides his magic between your palms. The pain dulls, no longer sharp and stabbing. It doesn’t go away, but good company certainly helps. You absorb yourself in the surrounding scenery, finally able to live life without a headache.

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Hyrule’s pov:

He could’ve been more or less sleepwalking. The forest was quiet, the fields were empty, no one spoke, not even the wind as it blew through the trees. But it thankfully didn’t stay that way. A light tug on his tunic sleeve had him looking over his shoulder. His love beside him, gently holding onto his sleeve. They looked up at him, eyes dazed slightly.

“Rulie?” Goddesses themselves- he’s sure your voice would complete. Everything down to the way you from your words was so inherently beautiful to him.

“y/n” He savoured the way your name sounded, better than any song or ballad.

“Can I tell you something? You have to promise not to tell the others” They batted their lashes, face tensed in anticipation. Hyrule’s heart flutters like the faires he’d grown so accustomed to. His very reason for being -they’re could never be anything in his life that could outcompete you- not only wished to speak with him, bless him with their voice, but wished to trust him with something no other of the heroes could fix.

“Anything my flower, what’s up?”To him, you were a flower. Beautiful and fragile, sculpted by the muses themselves to strike inspiration and adoration after all you sought to surround yourself with. A treasure that with such proper care and love would bloom into something no mortal could ever achieve.

“No, you have to promise to not tell the others- please?” He paused at that, along with the way you winced slightly as you spoke. You double checked there was nothing that could’ve slipped past them, that nothing could’ve found it’s way to tainting you. The vary thought made him sick.

“I promise. What’s wrong.” Heroes be damned, If something hurt you, he’d see to it that it was delt with.

“I have another headache” you sheepishly admitted, voice quiet and fragile. Relief flooded him, that you were ok. Alive and well. He could deal with this. He was prepared for it, even. Afterall, Mirroot was so abundant in his universe. Helpful for gettin you to sleep on nights were your body wouldn’t agree. Helpful for calming nerves and soothing stresses. Helpful for easing sore muscles. Helpful for causing headaches.