Reader: "So eventually I'm like- alright"

Reader: "Being nice doesn't work, being nice gets me stalkers" *side eyes the chain*

Reader: "Being mean gets me crazy men who are attached to crazy woman" *side eyes dink*

Reader: "I'm just gonna ignore y'all now *walks away while fierce deity follows behind them*

Reader: (AND THEY LIKE THAT TOO!) *turns around and yells* LEAVE ME ALONE!

Yan!Chain and all the extras is essentially just a cult. Someone’s too nice? They’re getting a very stern talking to. Someone too judgmental? Getting called out immediately. Someone too rude? Well, I hope they have good locks. Considering you’ve got anywhere from 10 to like 12 heroes, the shadow king and quite literally God, the sky could come falling down and you’d be surviving and thriving.

Oh? And Guide AU? Yeah you’re never leaving. Don’t even try. You won’t get far. They won’t let you leave again. Why would they even try to keep living if not for you?

Dink headcannons because I said so.

This is a small hold over/teaser for my series which you all voted on. Hope you enjoy~

TW: Yandarism, Violence, obsession

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Dark Link was a lone man. He was made with that in mind. A puppet to gannon, a means to an end. And when it was all said and done, he ment nothing. He supposes that’s why when he caught you, he didn’t kill you as he originally planned. You were his opposite just as much as Link was, and so you should die by the principle… But met with your limp body in his arms he understands that you’re the only other one that gets it- gets him. You watched as he did. You could do nothing but watch as the world fell. You hadn’t much influence besides your voice. That ever so familiar whisper that followed the ‘Heroes’ around. You too werte nothing but a means to an end. Him for Ganon, You for Hylia.

He doesn’t understand why you don’t listen to him, however. He has -or rather, the shadows- watched you drift through history and time, solving puzzles with ease. And yet when you’re met with him, you cower. Your heart races, and he feels your pulse rise and rise and rise. And he later find himself bargaining that your adrenaline, your fear, was the most feeling he’s felt… ever.

And yet, in spite of his watchful eye and his careful attempts to pry you away from the heroes that do nothing to weigh you down… you do not run to his arms.

But that’s ok.

You just have to learn.

He did too.

You’ll see the heroes do nothing but pull you down. Nothing but a chain tying your wrists. And head break every link in that chain if it ment he could have you.

The shadows speak to him, a void stretching between universes. One he can poke holes through. One that bends at his will. One, for which he is king.

And all he had to do was learn.

The shadows like you, at least. They’d whisper you comforts when you cried, they’d keep away any monsters their king didn’t make. How could they let anything befall you.

Except from him, of course. They know he’ll make it better. That he’ll get you to stop ignoring them.

You just need to learn.

I’m sorry, My dear. I cant save you this time. We both know this story hasn’t ended yet.

Besides. Our creations get the better of us sometimes.

With Gannon making a puppet of guide brought me an idea of Gannon is awaken and while the links are dealing and when the links take their eyes off of reader once dink just the old yandere kidnapping darling thing and when the links think they find guide and all things seem good only when one of the links is left alone with guide it turns out that wasn't guide but Gannon and he wanted to take the links out one by one in the form of "guide" since guide wouldn't harm the links. Gannon Turning into guide himself to backstabb the links after everything seems all good was based on him doing this on koridai. But the puppet is better knowing how easier foe the links to get him know but their not gunna kill him quickly since he is the only one who knows where guide is.

Kind of similar to this

Which I just wrote but this is definitely an interesting concept. A new ganon manipulating dink’s feelings, promising the guide as his trophy. So he does his job, playing servant as he steals you away, leaving the puppet to replace you. anyway here’s how i imagine that goes.

TW: Kidnapping, Yandarism and it’s accompanies.

He knew you were gorgeous. It was difficult to not. Down to your each and every action, he adored you. He should’ve hated you- dutiful servant of Hylia. But if there’s anything he learned when he killed the last ganon, or at least assisted from the shadows, was that being under servitude warps your views. Stockholm syndrome. To fall in love with your captor, to fool your mind to thinking that this was right. And when he got passed his pitiful feelings of distain for you, he saw the majesty you held. Lords, who he was willing to kill so he may hold it for you. So you could be unburdened. So you could finally be free of the chain that binded you to this cycle of rebirth.

“You understand the deal?” Ganon’s voice was gravelly and cold, disinterested.

“Replace the Guide for a puppet? Yeah I get the deal. But why am I important in this. I don’t see what makes this worth it.” Dink didn’t want to be more be more… disruptive than he had been. He’d caught your attention, sure, but why would he accept the fear in your eyes when it could be love instead? The violent crashing waves of it that he yearned for. The very first thing he dreamed for.

“Well… You need your payment, don’t you?” Dink narrowed his eyes, untrusting of the man infront of him. The man who so easily pulled at peoples strings. So easily caused the world to topple so many times before. “Oh do relax. The deal is simple. You replace the guide for the puppet,” He gestured towards the unblinking and inexpressive version of you. It missed so much of you. It did not ebb radiance and serenity as you did. It did not hold the light in its eyes, nor the warmth in its skin. It was a mockery to your divinity. “And in turn, you keep the guide.” The air stood still. Very, very still. And when he breathed in he could feel the cool air, how empty it was. He felt his blood rush. He felt alive. His hand was cold as he stretched it out towards ganon, a sly smirk on his face. His hands wouldn’t be cold wrapped in yours.

To run for your life, to run from your love.

a dinkxgn! reader, written with the Linked universe in mind, I own the rights to none of the characters, Yandere? Technically??, Not beta read.

In which, You run from the shadow that chases you, the shadow that loves you.

Most people think they wouldn’t die first in a horror movie. You were one of those people. Sure, you might not be the strongest or smartest person alive- but hey, you can give credit where credit is due. But as the stiff branches of bushes and trees scrape and scratch at your arms and knees, you began to reconsider that assessment. In hindsight, walking home alone at night probably wasn’t the best idea. But you always walked home from work! Lord knows owning a car nowadays is getting pricey and working at your local Tesco‘s isn’t going to cut it much longer. You could hear your heart working overtime, straining more than it ever had, lest that thing catch up. The loud steady thumps of your heart are blocking out the footfalls of that thing that was chasing you. You mentally chastised yourself for taking the short way home. Was this really worth not walking for five more minutes?! Your lungs screamed for more air as you desperately tried to push your legs harder. You should’ve never taken the extra shifts. Even though Ms. May upped the rent, you should’ve just got another job, or sold some of your old junk, or found a new apartment- hell, anything was better than this. But in your mental tirade, you failed to notice the ground in front of you had a sharp drop. The breath was knocked out of you as you rolled down the craggy slope. You felt your nose grow warm as blood began to drip from it. Same color as that thing‘s eyes. No person moved like that. No person‘s face contorted and changed so rapidly, flicking from face to face, so similar to one another yet so apparently different. It chuckled, a distorted amalgamation of voices blending into a mocking sneer

“So you’ve finally decided to stop running?“ It sounds bemused, only adding to the icy panic that consumed you, spreading over your skin.

“Don’t worry, Dear. I won’t hurt you” You can hear it’s sick grin, it’s hand reaching to caress your cheek. You try to move, to swat away its hand, but to no avail.

“It took me so long to find you. All those heroes you helped, and yet here you were hiding all along.” What? It’s words muffle, your eyes blur. You feel your head begin to mix, the thoughts blending together until you’re left with nothing. You hear it’s final words to you before you give in to a cold sleep, you see it’s blood red eyes piercing through the night.

“But that’s ok. I have you now. I won’t have to share you anymore.”