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[pseudoartistpostsstuff]

bro i just had to edit ALL the links in my masterlist just cause i changed my URL. im not okay

Also I'm working on 3 requests and a random dark among us oneshot, stay safe yall 💗💗

[pseudoartistpostsstuff]

real life yanderism is cringe, period.

if any of you relate to this story at all please seek help, therapy and police both

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.

[pseudoartistpostsstuff]

please can you be more specific about your boundaries of what you DON'T write? thank you

I'll try to place down what I remember!

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"Don't write" List:

1. Excessive or Gratuitous gore: I don’t write scenes with overly graphic descriptions of gore, torture, or extreme physical violence that doesn't serve for the lore, or are in there for no reason. I'm not good at it as neither I'm very interested in learning, it's not the type I'd write for fun. Any type will be placed in TWs regardless.

2. Minors in Romantic/Explicit Situations: I do not write detailed explicit scenes involving characters under the age of 18 as it's not a topic that comes up as relevant to any story of mine. It could be mentioned as a trauma at some point in a story, but won't gain a full scene. Will be placed in TWs.

3. Romanticizing Toxic Traits: While some darker traits may appear in my characters, I avoid romanticizing harmful or dangerous behaviors as something to emulate or admire. The victims I write will either remain oblivious to the toxicity or be heavily against it. If in any moment a character shows enjoyment of some kind, it will be result of not being in a good place psychologically and will be addressed either in notes, lore, or TWs.

4. Unhealthy Dynamics Without Consequences: I don’t write long stories regarding toxic relationships without consequences to the characters in some kind, any problematic behavior is addressed or acknowledged as harmful either in the story itself or TWs.

5. Graphic animal Harm or Abuse: Full scenes involving harm or cruelty toward animals are off-limits and not relevant in my stories, if it comes up as a plot point of some kind it will only be a mention, and will appear in TWs.

6. Mental Health Stereotypes: I avoid inaccurate portrayals of mental health issues for the sale of plot, and try to educate myself on said subjects as much as I can prior to writing (if you happen to notice some issue make sure to let me know in any way!).

7. Glamorization of Stalking, Obsession, toxicity and Non-con: Although yandere/dark elements will explore said themes, I don’t glorify these as positive traits and heavily hate them in real life. Therapy is heavily encouraged in said cases. My art is merely creative liberty.

8. Eating Disorders or Body Shaming: I heavily avoid detailed depictions of eating disorders or scenes that encourage body shaming of any kind, it's not something that contributes in my stories and will appear in TWs if mentioned in a scene.

9. Substance Abuse as Romantic: I do not write substance abuse as something "cool" or romanticized; it is shown with realistic consequences if it is even mentioned, as I don't see it as something that would contribute to my stories currently. Still, if it happens, it'll be addressed in TWs.

10. Happy Endings for Abusive Characters: As I previously mentioned, I avoid rewarding abusive characters with a “happily ever after” unless they’ve earned it through character growth and redemption, it simply does not make sense otherwise.

11. Extreme Power Imbalances as normal: I don’t write romantic relationships that exploit large power imbalances without addressing the toxicity of said situations.

12. Glorifying Self-Destructive Love: I avoid making it seem like self-destructive behavior is something real people should aspire to in love, and will be stated in TWs as unnatural.

13. Cruelty Towards Vulnerable Characters: I avoid prolonged scenes where vulnerable characters are subjected to extreme cruelty, especially without justice or resolution, it's not a topic that comes up as relevant in my stories.

14. Traumatic Backstory as a justification: I avoid revealing traumatic backstories to justify characters toxicity, only to explain the depth and reason for their tendencies.

15. About Kinks and Fetishes (or anything regarding smut): I cannot whip out a list of all things here which I do or do not write for. But I do not kinkshame, and do, in fact, want to practice smut. Therefore feel free to ask for what you'd mentalize as kinks that involve dark romance in any way, I don't mind writing, and if for some reason I don't feel educated enough to give a good experience on a specific kink, I will address the request in private.

[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.

[pseudoartistpostsstuff]

Hey there! Not a request or anything, just wanted to send something!

I LOVE your writing, the ideas are super creative and i honestly have to re-binge your content every time i see it.

keep up the good work, drink water, and all that jazz :]

I've though about this a lot since you sent me, I ly omg 😭😭

I'm sorry for not answering soon, but you're appreciated, thank you, you really gave me the motivation to come back ❤️

I hope you're also having a great time with your own life and things. Have a great rest of year 🫂

[pseudoartistpostsstuff]

Okay, so long, am I right?

I can explain.

Let's just say... My LoZ hyper fixation faded out a bit, so did the RE one. Hermitcraft is back tho.

I've been focusing a lot on actual original characters and writing without thinking too much about canon, after all since I'm the og creator, everything goes.

I know a lot of you won't want to keep following after this, but at least I wanted to give some notice as to why I've disappeared, and how I'll be updating from now on (if y'all actually like this idea, that is)

I'm aware of the requests I've not done yet, and I do plan to slowly work my way through them, but don't expect too much, as, like I said, I'll be doing a different method now.

Anyway, I'll be receiving Hermitcraft requests again, not just for the main seasons but also for life series and among us.

Annd, of course, I do plan on writing x readers for my original characters, now, I'll explain how this can work.

You can request a concept you find interesting out of some fantasy creature, like fae or werewolves, for example, and give an idea of what you'd like me to write! or just leave it to my imagination.

I'll be posting those types of x reader regardless of requests of not, I already have a few I'm working on from my native country mythology anyways.

And yes, you guys can also request gods and stuff, yandere, dark romance, anything dark, really. Feel free to ask as long as it's fantasy related, as that is my favorite subject to write on.

That's all, thank you all for being here and for the love. I love you all back just as much ❤️❤️❤️🫂

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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

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Masterlist

Welcome!!

Subjects I write for:

Legend Of Zelda

Linked Universe

Resident Evil (not active currently)

Original characters

About requests:

Mostly, this blog is about yandere, but I accept everything as subplots (Except some stuff I don't feel confident writing about). So if you want to request something don't be shy! If I do not feel able to write your request (for whatever reason) I'll answer your ask in private, so don't worry!

Also, yes, suggestive content or just plain out smut is allowed

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Posts by Fandom division

Legend of Zelda

Oneshots:

(nothing yet!)

Fanfics:

The Legend of Zelda: Skyward Sword, the start of everything.

[Skyward Sword Reader insert]

Prologue.

Chapter one.

Linked Universe

Oneshots:

Stray at heart, collared in body.

[Yandere! Chain x Reader]

Debt to pay.

[Platonic yandere! Chain x Reader]

In a way, Time was like a cat.

[Yandere! LU! Time x Reader]

Headcannons for yandere Sky, Time and Hyrule.

[Yandere! LU! Sky, Time and Hyrule x Reader]

This is a robbery, not romantic.

[Yandere! LU! Sky x Reader]

Yandere headcannons for Hyrule and Four.

[Yandere! LU! Hyrule and Four X Reader]

A smile and a silent princess.

[Yandere! LU! Warriors and Sky x Reader]

Yandere Legend and Wind Headcannons.

[Platonic yandere! LU! Wind & Reader]

[Yandere! LU! Legend x Reader]

Mollis; soft, gentle, tender [...]

[Yandere! LU! Sky, Warriors and Time x Reader]

I tried the Kabedon challenge on my friends (WENT WRONG!1!1!) (THEY FOUGHT!1!1)(/SRS!1!1!)

[Yandere! LU! Sky and Warriors x Reader]

Soft moments with Sky receiving forehead kisses right after almost dying.

[Yandere! LU! Sky x Reader]

Them being yandere dorks in love, that's it.

[Yandere! LU! Warriors, Four and Hyrule x Reader]

Fanfics:

I almost died series.

[Yandere! Chain x Reader]

I know I almost died but like, it's really not that deep. [part one]

I almost died, of boredom this time. [part two]

Resident Evil

Oneshots:

I may be late for Christmas.

[Yandere! Leon Kennedy x Reader]

You just need to relax.

[Yandere! Leon Kennedy x Reader]

Fanfics:

(nothing yet!)

Hermitcraft

Oneshots:

What fear of rejection can cause.

[C! Yandere! Impulse SV x Reader]

Not actually innocent.

[C! Yandere! Keralis x Reader]

Fanfics:

(Nothing)

[pseudoartistpostsstuff]

The Legend of Zelda: Skyward Sword, the start of everything.

Chapter one.

Followed by a yawn, your eyes opened.

It took you some time to understand where you were since your mind still felt a bit blurry from the crazy dream you just had.

You tried very hard to hang on to the very last bits of memories from the dream you had. It was wildly different from your life and felt pretty long. Long as a whole life. In fact, you felt like you hadn't even slept at all and was still tired because of that.

It felt a bit strange not hearing birds after waking up and opening the window of your dorm room. Of course, you knew there were no small birds around Skyloft the same way there were in your dream, but still, it seemed like a little bit of your dream self had rubbed off on you.

You let out a bigger yawn as you stretched and went towards your dresser to pull some more appropriate clothes over your body. You were about to choose your normal comfortable everyday attire when you remembered that there was supposed to be that one competition thing today, you didn't even remember all the details about it, barely even the name in fact, but you still knew it was supposedly important enough for you to at least make an effort to wear something nicer, right?

Okay, maybe not nicer, but at least more fit for flying, after all, it would be a competition in the sky, and knowing Groose and his goons, they'd definitely try and pull tricks on you.

Some minutes later, you were at the main hall and on your way to go outside. Link should still be sleeping, if you knew him enough, and if you knew Zelda enough, she should be waking him up, like always. You were surprised she didn't wake you up too, but you guessed it made sense, since you were awake before normal today. It was still very early, judging by the quiet atmosphere inside the academy.

You didn't think too much on it as you went outside, choosing to skip breakfast today, it was still way too early, and despite your hunger there was this feeling something would go wrong today, maybe it was just anxiety, but you really didn't want to risk throwing up while on the competition.

Although you did find it weird that you were so hungry, it was almost like you had skipped dinner or something.

While you were walking outside you found your instructor Owlan, you didn't necessarily want to start a conversation with him, it was too early for your brain to even work, but he caught sight of you and smiled, nodding at you.

“I see you woke up early today. Planning to get some training done for the Wing Ceremony race?” He asked, sounding almost proud, despite being surprised. You didn't have the heart to tell him that wasn't even on your mind.

“Oh… Yeah, uh, the ceremony that, uh… Training, yes.” Not even you understood what you had just uttered, having stuttered so much that by now “stumbling over your words” wasn't even near the best way to explain what you had just done. Your diction already wasn't quite the best in normal conditions, and caught off guard like that, lying to top it off, there was no way it could get any better than that. At the end, you just gave up.

Owlan seemed to take note of that too, the way you stuttered sounded suspiciously the same as when he caught you dozing off during his classes, and asked you a random question on purpose.

The man shook his head, chuckling to himself.

“You didn't even know that the Wing Ceremony race would be today, did you?”

“Of course I knew! You just caught me completely off guard, is all.” You replied, defensive.

“I'm starting to believe you don't even know what the Ceremony is about.” He continued.

“I just woke up, man. Give me a break.”

Before he could further scold you, or lecture you about the ceremony for the 100th time, Zelda's blue Loftwing came flying around the corner, clearly going towards your dorm's window and Link's as well, since your dorms were almost side by side at the academy. You supposed Zelda had asked him to wake the both of you up.

“Was that Zelda’s Loftwing just now? I thought I saw two letters in it's beak, I wonder what they say.” He mused, bringing a hand up to his chin while looking the way the Loftwing had gone.

You noticed Owlan seemed to have been just as distracted by the Loftwing as you, so you decided to use said distraction to quickly and silently come back inside from where you had left, knowing he'd notice you if you tried to leave the academy.

“Yeah, right? I'm gonna find out! See you later instructor!” You did just that, slipping away away from him.

Once back inside the building, you went to your room to see if you were right on your hunch, and one of Zelda’s letters was directed to you.

And seeing the letter on the ground upon entering your room, you knew you were right.

Your guess is that she sent the same thing, or almost the same thing, to both you and Link, so both letters said to come meet her at the Goddess statue. You swore that the girl must not know any other place in Skyloft, since it was the only place she ever wanted to hang out all of the time.

Going back to the hall and on your way to the other big double doors on the top floor of the building, not wanting to run into Instructor Owlan again, you ended up caving in to your hunger and stopping by the kitchen to at least get an apple to keep your energy. You could get a better meal later, but for now, fruit would have to suffice.

Eventually, you found your way out of the building and ran into yet another instructor of yours, hearing him calling your name as soon as you stepped out.

“I see you woke up early today too! Did you and Link plan to train together before the ceremony?” Horwell smiled at you.

“Oh, I actually didn't know Link was awake.” You pretended to be surprised, this time you were more awake so you were able to dodge the question with ease.

As if on cue, said boy dropped from the roof right besides you, catching you off guard for the second time that day, yet earning a smile and words of gratitude from your instructor, as Link handed him the Remlit he was holding.

Not long after that, Link tugged you away, towards the Goddess statue.

“So you just assume Zelda also invited me over to the statue?” You lifted an eyebrow at the blond, who was still holding your wrist as you both walked towards the stairs that led to the platform the huge statue stood proudly on.

“Of course, am I wrong in assuming that?” He glanced back to smile at you.

“Not really.” You smiled back, shaking your head.

He was right in assuming, after all, Link, Zelda and you were an inseparable trio, you were always together, never separated, ever.

As you guys walked up the stairs, Link didn't seem intent on letting the silence last for long, despite his usual quiet demeanor. It was almost like he was bothered by something, his behavior hinting at that.

The hint was faint. It could even be difficult for you to pick up on, that was, if you didn't know Link for as long as you did.

“You look different today. Did you dress up for the Ceremony?” Link seemed to have been looking at your outfit, taking note of your different clothes with that same soft glint in his eyes he that he always seemed to have when looking at you.

Since he mentioned it, you also started noticing that he clearly didn't have the same thought process you had when getting up, since he didn't even bother to change out of his sleeping cl/othes. Sometimes you even thought he didn't have any other clothes, save for the academy uniform, since he always wore the same outfit every single day.

“You didn't?” Believing he was attempting to tease you, you quipped back quickly, turning his own teasing back at him, or so you thought. Not at all aware that thefamiliar sparkle in his eyes wasn't teasing but rather something else.

Link began laughing when he heard your response, and so you had to shush him when you heard the familiar tune of Zelda's harp alongside with her singing. It didn't take too long for Link to turn as quiet as you when his ears finally picked up on the sound, stopping the banter to listen to the familiar song

Zelda stopped the song once she noticed the both of you, smiling warmly at the sight. By that time, you guys were already less than 10 feet away from her.

“Good morning, you guys!”

Notes: I actually finished this four days ago and forgot to post it lmao

Anyways, Zelda might become a love interest.

Also, I've been thinking about Loftwing colors a lot, and I'll probably go after some unofficial, fan headcannons to choose the color of MC's Loftwing, so that we can pretend they are rare like Crimson (not as rare, but at least not one I see all of the time when playing the game)

[pseudoartistpostsstuff]

Ik you said you’re on break but that’s okay! I can wait lmao

I’m obsessed with your yandere lu writings. I would love a yandere Time x fem reader where he like extra creeps on reader? I’m talking like spying on them n shit and maybe stealing an article of clothing just bc it smells like them

Lord help me that sounds so weird

Why am I like this

Help

Thank you so much for requesting for my boy Time!

Notes: No no I like your way of thinking, give me your worst. Me, personally, I can be way worse than that lol

In fact, I may have accidentally made this creepier than I meant to, idk

By the way, when I said underpants in this I meant those white pants thing Link uses, which is probably called tights or something, but I didn't want you guys to read this and imagine reader with, like, fishnets by accident lmao

Time has anxiety and I'll not elaborate

I was gonna post this tomorrow, but ya know

TWs: Yanderism, stalking, suggestiveness, clothing stealing.

Yandere! LU! Time x Reader

In a way, Time was like a cat.

There was no way you could just ignore random articles of your clothes going missing every time you went to bath.

No matter where you went to clean yourself, it was like one part of your outfit was picked out by hand and evaporated, be it your undershirt, underpants, socks, and sometimes even your underwear!

You tried everything to prevent it, hiding your clothes, setting up traps… You only drew the line when it came to anything to do with poison, since you couldn't bear to possibly end up killing an innocent animal just for the sake of clothes.

Even if said clothes somehow always ended up randomly returning unscathed to the rest of your laundry.

Time and time again, this topic was brought up in conversations with the men you traveled alongside. Yet, for some reason, the matter was also time and time again swept under the rug. It never got solved, neither did it ever get discussed, more often than not.

Starkly different from your point of view, Time found it pretty cute how you got all fussy over some little clothes, clothes which he could easily just make you throw away and buy new ones, it's not like he was lacking the rupees for it, after all.

Yet, he couldn't find it within himself to keep pressing on that matter, not when you looked just so embarrassed protesting against the idea of throwing away your under clothes, stressing about how comfortable your clothes were and about how they were your favorite because of that exact reason.

From what he's noticed, you barely ever wore anything else, no matter how many clothes they could offer you, which was proof of just how much you adored that outfit, each part that composed it having been carefully thought out before being picked out by your hand back when they first went to the market to look for an appropriate Hyrulean attire for you.

It was more than obvious by now that you weren't planning on getting rid of it any time soon.

Still, despite all your best attempts to keep your clothes safe, you couldn't really stop them from randomly disappearing, that is, unless you stopped bathing, and that was something you obviously couldn't even consider doing.

So, you simply sighed with resolution as you took off your clothes to once again go into the river next to the camp, wanting to wash off any grime that may have rubbed on you from the last battle the Links went through before you guys left for the next village.

A little ways down in the same river, you knew the other men were washing themselves, that way, a scream would be all they needed know to come over to help you, should anything happen.

Not that anything had ever happened to you while you were bathing.

You kind of felt like you were being watched, but then again, you learned to not pay attention to that, after all, your brain always seemed to like playing tricks on you, be it making you think you saw the shadows in the corner of your eye moving, or strange noises coming from bushes, all of which always proved to be absolutely nothing at all. Especially the strangely distinctive smell of Time rubbing off on your clothes...

Besides, whenever you looked around yourself to see if your senses were correct, you'd only be able to hear the calm silence of the river waters, almost as if the fish itself held back from swimming every time you tensed up.

The regular calming ambiance noises returned when you finally stopped being paranoid, going back to washing yourself with a relieved sigh, knowing the feeling of being watched was just a product of your tricky mind.

Sound doesn't travel much underwater. Should it be sounds of heavy breathing, sounds of something much larger than the river fish swimming, or even the heavy sounds of metal boots sinking into the sandy floor of the river with every step their wearer took.

Time observed with certain amusement as you walked around the shallow part of the river, your head just above the surface, your feet dangling dangerously near the deeper part. One wrong step and you could risk drowning.  

However, you seemed to be having fun while cleaning yourself, enjoying the cool, clean water. The elder, though, was having his own fun watching you.

He had to give it to you though, no matter what you did, your movements were always so captivating to him. He had already seen a lot in his life, many races, creatures and even monsters. Yet you had such a… Human way of behaving. Even if humans were so alike hylians, you still seemed different in a way, a very good way in his eyes.

What was even more interesting to him was the fact that you were still different from the other humans he'd met through his life.

More often than not your actions were unpredictable and random, not at all serious, it was like you somehow weren't very phased after getting kicked out of whatever universe you originally belonged in and into another. An universe that was extremely dangerous and distinct from yours. His universe.

You were very, very far from your home, yet he could still see some of it in the way you spoke, behaved and reacted to the things and beings around you.

Sometimes, he'd catch himself becoming infatuated again with the stuff that he was already used to, simply because you seemed so surprised and excited by them. 

Things he saw in his everyday life and just happened to ignore. Places, people, animals, creatures, plants, you name it. You gave him a renewed view of life, the whole "enjoy the small things in life" a concept so simple that still managed to make him feel truly alive again.

When he was with you he felt like Hylia and the Golden Goddesses themselves were paying him back for all heroic deeds he performed. In his eyes, you saved him.

In no time, watching the stars with you became a new routine, you were always so interested in them, yet still didn't seem to mind when he preferred to do something else, as to avoid looking at the moon.

Therefore, counting and catching fireflies was the next best thing.

And before he even noticed, he had bought an extra satchel at the market just so he could collect and buy those things that reminded him of you, things he noticed you pointing out whenever you saw. Pretty rocks, shiny crystals, colorful shells, and even those silly little trinkets that, in his eyes were useless, yet brought happiness to yours.

You'd even managed to make him blush the other day, when you told him he was acting like a cat, placing gifts by your bedroll at night, while you were asleep.

Yes, you made him blush. Him, The elder, The Hero Of Time that was also The leader their group, a group made up of the strongest men known in the history of Hyrule.

But, in a way, you were actually correct. 

Cats are very attached to their favorite person, enough to follow them around and watch them do the most simple things, like sleeping, or bathing.

He didn't feel like admitting to those things though, especially not to stealing your clothes.

At first, he assured himself that he was doing all that watching just to make sure you were safe, after all, bathing time was the only moment of the day when you were “fully alone” or so you thought. Time would never forgive himself if you accidentally got hurt because of his lack of attention to you, even if the “hurt” in question was merely a scratch on your knee from accidentally slipping while bathing.

He knew better than anyone that too much peace meant something bad could happen at any time, and too little peace was even worse! Therefore, there was no middle ground, you needed to be protected at all times. And the fact he also got a little fun out of guarding you didn't hurt anyone. After all, what the eyes don't see, the heart doesn't feel.

He didn't even try lying to himself about stealing your clothes, he wasn't that delusional, after all, liking your smell didn't sound like too good of an excuse to tell you, should you find out about that little habit of his.

In a way, he wasn't even hidden right now, per say, he was just not in plain view. 

In fact, sometimes even hoped you saw him, so that he'd be able to stop just watching and join you already.

After all, you wouldn't be able to get hurt if he was right there beside you, right?

Let him keep pretending that's the only reason he wanted to join you in the bath.

[pseudoartistpostsstuff]

The legend of Zelda: Skyward Sword, the start of everything.

Prologue.

Today would be boring, just as boring as yesterday was, and just as boring as tomorrow would be.

Lately, all your days seemed to be on repeat, the same boring routine which was now bordering on maddening. Nothing ever changed and the reality of things seemed to be catching up to you now as you grew up.

Currently, you were a teenager, worrying about grades and getting upset over silly things, like forgetting to bring your headphones along wherever you went. However, your age was reaching a worrying number, and you didn't feel prepared at all for it.

You didn't even know how to do taxes! How were you supposed to be a working adult?

Ha, “working”, you didn't even have a job.

Before your thoughts could spiral any further, you reached the door to your home, your foot lightly hitting something that, in order, made a muffled sound of glass rustling.

Looking down with a curious frown in your eyebrow, your eyes widened with even more curiosity when you noticed the small wooden chest on the floor next to your feet.

Bending down to pick up the small yet heavy box, you quietly thanked whoever had your back out there, for not letting you accidentally kick the hard object that was now in your hands.

The sound of rustling glass didn't stop as you moved around, and you could swear you heard something akin to liquid sloshing as well.

Your parents had left to go grocery shopping earlier and therefore the house was quite empty. At least that meant you had time to analyze the chest and satisfy your curiosity, especially since despite checking it from all angles, you still didn't find any kind of hint towards the owner of it, or whoever was supposed to be the owner, that was.

The chest didn't have a lock, so thankfully there wasn't any kind of struggle on your part to get it to open. What was inside wasn't exactly what you were expecting, but it didn't seem too crazy either.

It was a potion, based on your very much nonexistent knowledge on the subject.

Sure, the glass wasn't round like most potion glasses, rather, it resembled a crystal with it's square shape. Four long sides which kept funneling until they reached the very tip of the tall, elegant glass. The neck of the bottle was short before opening up into the mouth of it, which was currently closed off by a light brown cork, doing it's work to keep the contents of the glass inside, no matter how much the enclosed liquid sloshed around with every movement.

When light hit the glass, lighting up the mysterious clear light blue liquid, you could almost believe the liquid itself was alive, a living creature attempting to free itself from its confines.

As you moved the glass bottle around, examining it, you noticed something written in the bottom of it, carved in the glass.

“Iter ad alium mundum"

Obviously, you had no fucking idea what that meant. But, judging from the last word, “mundum”, which was slightly familiar to you, you had the feeling this could be written in a language that wasn't actually made up. So you went to Google translate.

“A journey to another world”

Oh, okay, that was something.

Definitely an euphemism for getting high.

Of course, it's not like you'd just place your life in danger just for the sake of satisfying your curiosity!

It's what you'd say, if you hadn't just placed your life in danger just for the sake of satisfying your curiosity.

You started out with a small, tentative sip, testing the waters. When you noticed you weren't high, or poisoned, you started drinking the whole thing like it was water. It was tasty, sweet, kind of weird, you couldn't really place your finger on what the taste of the liquid was exactly, it wasn't like anything you'd tasted before, so you assumed it wasn't really natural, but quite artificial.

One hour or something later, you fell asleep.

When you came to wake up, it was already dark out. Your phone was on the floor, making you believe you had fallen asleep while using it, since the last thing you remembered was scrolling on TikTok right before you fell asleep, probably having the thing fall off the bed at some point after that.

It was all out of battery, making you have to plug it in the charger to at least have an idea of what time it was. Some long seconds later, it turned on again, showing you the time.

1:03 AM.

Very late, it seemed.

Your parents probably thought you were too tired after school and decided to skip dinner, or at least, that's what you wanted to believe, since you didn't remember anyone coming to check on you after falling asleep.

Currently, you were feeling quite strange, groggy, but not in a sleepy way, rather in a dream way. Like that strange vibe dreams have to them.

You didn't think too much about your actions as you went to the kitchen, not at all questioning the reason why you were going there, despite not being all that hungry. Maybe you just wanted to check if your parents left you food?

Why would they leave you food though?

Slowly, your memories were fading away from your mind, one by one. Said mind which was also becoming cloudy, it was getting difficult to hold onto any type of thought process you had going on, as if rationalizing had been thrown out of the window, your body working on autopilot.

Your eyelids were heavy and your eyes burned, when was the last time you blinked?

The second you blinked, though, you were outside.

Looking around, the night felt bleak, lifeless and oddly foggy, or maybe it was your eyes that were foggy, either way you couldn't quite see past the first row of houses in your neighborhood.

The most odd thing, though? Was the fact that the bright, oval-shaped beacon of light right in front of you wasn't really phasing you as much as it should. The way you just began walking straight towards it as if it was a mere routine thing for you would be comical, if it wasn't concerning and extremely dangerous at the same time.

As you mindlessly walked straight into the white flames, your body was welcomed by them without second thought, disappearing into the night along with the flames.

When the sun rose the very next morning, your phone's screen lit up, now fully recharged, as it began ringing with the alarm clock you left programmed in it, supposed to wake you up every morning for school.

No one was there to turn it off.

Notes: Heyy!! So, new series am I right? Look I know what some of you guys might be thinking so I'll address it first.

First - I know I've been gone for a very long time again, and I'm sorry, my inspiration and motivation were both gone for a long time and I had to pretty much force myself to get back to writing, but now I swear I'll try harder to be a little more regular in my posts. (keyword: try)

Second - “A new series? But my request didn't even get done yet!” I know! I'm sorry, I plan on posting a oneshot of a request after I post this, so like, my plan is to alternate between request and series. One day my post will be a request, then the next will be a new chapter, then the next a request– Of course, for that to happen, I'll need more requests, so just to emphasize, I love getting requests! It honestly makes my day, no matter if it's very long and specific or very short and simple, I love reading and writing out the things you guys think about! (Even if I take a long ass time to do it)

So yeah, there's another series I'm thinking of posting, which I already left a hint of what it will be in my last LU post, but I'm still thinking and planning, once again, let me know if you'd like to see that, I love reading your comments!!

These notes were basically just me explaining that even if I don't interact much, or post regularly, I still love you guys, I'm just terrible at interacting with people, even if I'm just texting on the internet.

By the way this is not Linked Universe related, but since I'm almost finished playing Skyward Sword I just figured "isekai Reader? Why not?" so yeah. (haven't decided if it's going to be yandere yet)

Sorry for the rambling!!

[pseudoartistpostsstuff]

You just need to relax.

Day 1 ↪ Pornstar!Leon Kennedy x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: NSFW!! Undertones of condescending/mean Leon, light dubious consent, exhibitionism, mentions of food poisoning, obsession, implications of virginity loss, overstimulation, p in v, penetration, fingering, no use of Y/N and no pronouns mentioned for reader (only AFAB body parts).

Notes: Y'all remember what I said about dark Leon smut for October? We're starting

It's been a while since I wrote smut, and it's my first time ever posting it, so I'm kinda nervous 🧍‍♀

Then again it's practice, there's still like, 30 more dark leon smut prompts for me to write and post so… bear with me!!

Also, I'm obviously not an expert at this so I'd love some feedback

Just a reminder, this is what I was planning to post in October, so keep in mind those will get progressively worse. Horror, am I right?

Surely, there has to have been a bit of a misunderstanding with your job, right?

Finding a job is not something easy, and you didn't quite have much time to spare, either. The bills didn't stop coming just because you were fired from your previous job.

So you had to make use of what you had, which meant, accepting the random job offer that first appeared to you.

That was helping the making of a porn movie.

Of course, that's not exactly what was written on the job website you were in, no, it sounded less bad in the way they worded it.

"We need someone to help in the cleaning and keeping of the scenery in the making of a new, erotica movie our studios are filming!"

So acting as a janitor, basically. You could do that, even if it wasn't exactly your area, who couldn't sweep a room or two? It was probably just a porn video, nothing that needed much space to film. The professionalism was only to attract someone willing to work in such an area.

And turns out you weren't fully wrong.

Upon messaging the director of the studios, you found out the thing was pretty big, it was professional, until it wasn't. At least that's what the man told you, you didn't know what the fuck he meant by that.

Either way, you just signed some random contract about keeping some secrecy so as to not spoil anything on social media (not that you were planning to) and of course, respecting the actors as well as the rest of the crew, their jobs did not mean anything about their actual lives, and that you already knew. You didn't need to sign a contract just to avoid being a jerk.

Then, you went on with your day. After all, after signing the contract the guy just told you to be there by Monday, not like they needed to interview you any further just to know if you were able to use a broom correctly.

Like a normal day at work, you arrived at the location the studios were supposed to be filming. It seemed like a pretty normal place from the outside, but upon walking in you were able to find out the actual reason why they needed someone to clean.

The scenery was very well done, surprisingly enough. It was mimicking a police station, specifically, the part of the station where they keep prisoners temporarily. It was kinda big, but the places which needed to really be the cleanest were obviously the ones where the main… "Scenes" were going to be filmed, for the sake of the actors health, of course.

For the relief of said actors, you were actually one very hygienic person, that much you could guarantee, even if the idea of touching any liquids or even the place you knew the two had done stuff on made you physically cringe and gag. At least you had gloves to protect your hands.

As you were already expecting, the place was empty, save for the director, who was only there to give you simple instructions. You were the first and only one there, since well, before they could start filming, safety came first, and that was what you were there for. He did tell you to use some specific cleaning products and the necessary gear, like a mask, gloves and a net to cover your hair, but other than that you just had to go on with your basic cleaning instincts. Still, from his perspective, you did a good job.

The work was fairly simple from your perspective, enough so you didn't know why you ever judged it in the first place. You barely noticed the hours passing each day, you could just listen to music or podcasts in your headphones while cleaning the empty space, ignoring the random articles of underwear and just clothing in general you had to pick up from the floor. Even when they changed scenery, it wasn't any more difficult for you to just clean, you were actually surprised they trusted you so much as to let you clean the place alone and not be suspicious about the possibility of you stealing something, then again, they were professional, until they weren't.

Days passed by you without much difference for almost a month. Then one day, someone from the crew who worked closer to the actual filming part of the movie had to be somewhere else during one of the days they were supposed to be working, and of course, they called you in.

They were paying extra for that service, so you couldn't really complain.

You just had to set up the microphones at strategic points, so basically, places where the microphones could capture the main noises. After that you had to turn them on and make sure they were working during the shoot, then turn them off once the shoot was over.

Fairly simple, right? The director even assured you that you didn't need to stay there the whole time, just check in from time to time to make sure the system was working. The audio editors would work their magic later.

That was the first time Leon noticed your existence.

He caught a glimpse of you when he was walking in and saw you crouched down on the floor, trying to untangle what seemed to be hundreds of wires interlocked and even knotted together. At the start he even a bit worried for you, he knew you were trying to prevent a fire, yet you looked like you were about to be electrocuted at the same time.

It wasn't an easy task, and you seemed very concentrated as well, not noticing him when he walked in, despite the fact he wasn't quite known for having the most quiet footsteps.

He had to admire your effort, it was cute, but as much as he found himself amused with the amount of focus and effort you were putting into solving the whole problem with the wires, he felt a tad bit bad for you, knowing just how much time that would take out of your day.

So he wanted to find a way to get your attention, distract you. That was what he was known for.

"You look different, Robbie, did you get a new haircut?" He joked, attempting to sound like he was genuinely believing you were the guy who normally worked the audio. You looked pretty bashful, looking back at him, even more when you saw his body in the black compression shirt the movie required him wear that day, it was obvious how much you were trying not to stare.

It was also obvious you liked the solitude, and you fully believed you were alone there until a second ago.

He didn't make it any easier for you either. While you tried not to stare, he put way too much of an effort in doing the exact opposite, he stared, and he stared pretty hard. Yet you still seemed to be too occupied worrying about other things to notice how obvious he was being with his interest in you.

"Uhh… Robert couldn't come today." Instead, you introduced yourself by saying your first name so he wouldn't end up calling you by Robert's nickname again.

Seemed like the joke had flown right over your head, did you really believe he found you as ugly and stupid looking as Robert?

Well, maybe you were a bit stupid, but that was okay.

The reason why you hadn't really paid attention to the joke was a bit different than what he thought, though. Currently, your mind was set on trying to find out just who he was, something told you that guy wasn't a part of the sidelines like you, maybe it was his appearance or the way he carried himself, you weren't too sure, but you still knew you'd find it out yourself soon enough.

"Good, hopefully he won't be able to come again tomorrow, or the day after that." Leon smiled at you, or smirked, his eyes told a different story from the "politeness" he tried to convey.

From there on, Leon harbored interest in you, one which evolved rather quickly into much more than just silly, simple little interest.

Do you know just how easy it is to fall in love with you?

Even if you were just watching from the sidelines (in fact, barely even watching from the sidelines), Leon grew pretty dependent of your presence, in fact, it became increasingly difficult for him to rely on the beauty of the co-actress working along with him to give him arousal. Even acting as if he was aroused became harder as he found himself seeking out your face instead of anyone else's during said scenes.

It became easier for him to just imagine he was with you instead.

His body seemed satisfied with just that for a while, that is, until it wasn't anymore. Then he started craving your actual body.

The need to see you more often, along with the need to feel you made him end up actively trying to make the needed circumstances happen so that you could be there, no matter where specifically you were.

It didn't take long for you to notice that something had to be wrong.

Week after week passed and you kept receiving extra at the end of your paycheck for working a lot more than you initially agreed to, in positions you weren't supposed to be doing.

From setting up the audio recording to doing Leon's light makeup for the scene, you ended up always being the one called in to replace whoever did said job. It seemed you were the only one in the crew that remained apt to act as a "do all".

Apparently, there had to be some kind of food poisoning epidemic that was affecting almost the whole crew, aside from yourself, the director and the actors themselves. The editors were pretty happy working from home, not getting caught up in whatever was going on at the studio.

Even if it was stupid of you to even consider the possibility, since food poisoning wasn't a virus and you brought your lunch from home, you couldn't help but worry you'd end up also catching said food poisoning yourself.

Do you have any idea on how careless, and trusting the crew members were with their lunch boxes? It was so easy for someone to just, perhaps, slip something not very friendly to the stomach in those…

Not that Leon did that, of course not!

Yet, by coincidence, you found yourself replacing the people that worked the closest to Leon.

Did you know the actors lunch boxes were also stored at the same place as the lunch boxes from the crew members themselves?

Just a heads-up, but Leon could be pretty intimidating whenever he wanted to be, especially when it came to the flimsy movie director. His muscles weren't just for show, after all.

You were so tired.

So tired and anxious as you walked inside the filming set.

This time, dressed in very different clothes than what you'd rather be wearing.

Mostly, you were tired because of how late you went to sleep last night.

After blowing up the director's phone with messages and missed phone calls, you spent long hours of your night reading and re-reading throughout the contract you've signed, looking for anything, from errors to loopholes, however, the professionalism went hard when making sure however signed the damn contract wouldn't be able to get out of whatever shit they found themselves in.

You should really have paid more attention to that, suspected more, even.

But, what was done, was done. On the bright side, Leon wasn't half bad looking, more like a Greek God in the flesh.

Sure, the situation was uncomfortable because of your lack of choice in the matter, but damn, you came out on the winning end.

You weren't camera shy or anything, at least, it wasn't a term you would describe yourself as, but that became a whole different ordeal when your body started losing clothing articles and doing something you'd much rather keep in private.

The crew members seemed to be just as confused with the new arrangement, yet they felt sympathetic towards you when they saw how uncomfortable you actually were. The audio and image team tried their best to assure you everything would be alright as long as you were able to get on with it with the male actor.

"We'll make sure to keep the place dark, so that it is harder to tell the differences between your appearance and hers." Someone from the image department said.

"As long as you can get on with it with Kennedy, you'll be just fine, your voices aren't that different after all, a bit of editing touches here and there, a bit of background noise, and boom, now you sound just the same." Another person, this time from the audio department, calmed you, to the best of their ability at least. You appreciated that.

As you walked into the set, Robert gave you a simple thumbs up before leaving, it seemed like he had just finished turning on the hidden microphones.

You sighed as you sat on the bed in the room, looking at the mess of wires that were once again sitting at the corner of the wall. Clearly, Robert didn't bother with trying to keep them straight after you finally managed to untangle them, so they easily became tangled all over again. It did save him some time though, that you had to admit.

For a moment, you wondered if you were too early, being the only one in the room, but soon enough Leon came walking right through the same doorway you had passed by just a few moments ago.

His expression was neutral, that was, before he caught sight of you, when he did, his lips curled up into the hint of a smirk, and you would have noticed it, had you been looking at him instead of at the floor, embarrassed and avoiding his eyes.

"Huh, I almost didn't believe it when they told me. You're the one who's gonna be co-acting with me?" Leon leaned against the wall, taking note of the way you were still tense and jumpy. He learned a lot about body language in his job, enough to know just how nervous you were, after all, he worked with the body in practice.

Now all he had to do was find out how to make you relax.

"Not by choice, trust me." You felt the need to retort, to protect your dignity, or at least, what was left of it.

"Not by choice, you say. Yet if you really didn't want to do this you could have just said no to it." He smirked, and when you tried to defend yourself he interrupted you, beginning to walk towards you. "And don't even think about bringing up that bullshit contract as an excuse, if you are so clever like you carry yourself to be, then you should know that thing is not official or even legal at all."

Well, you couldn't say you didn't already suspect that contract wasn't quite normal, but as you took in a breath to once again try and say something in your defense, he interrupted you one more time, kneeling right before you and placing his index finger up to your lips.

"Even if you really, somehow, believed that sad excuse of a contract, you could have easily brought it to court. Trust me, no legal contract can force you into being sexual with someone."

You huffed, swallowing back your previous words to glare at him, he had just refuted you without even hearing what you had to say first. And despite your glare, your nervousness and embarrassment spoke volumes through your restless limbs. The bouncing of your knee was all he needed to be able to tell.

"Ya'll ready?" Some guy from the audio department knocked on the open door, getting your attention. Leon merely waved, not even looking back at him as he patted your tight before getting up.

And with your nod, the dude walked back out.

Leon walked up to the light switch, switching it off. Now everything was pitch black, the fake light outside of the window barely illuminated anything inside the filming set. In fact, the orange light was mostly to give the impression of a lazy afternoon to those who'd be watching the movie, but it also thankfully made things a bit more cozy for you, even if it didn't fully take away the nervous feeling in your gut.

The silence in the filmed room was ominous, you would even believe you were alone if it wasn't for the noise of Leon's footsteps and then his weight tipping the mattress, proving you definitely weren't alone.

His elbows and knees were what kept him up right above your body. The position had to be uncomfortable, so it was obvious he was doing it for your comfort rather than his.

Warm breathing hit your face lightly, his hand resting on your thigh in a light caress. The touch was gentle despite his strong hands, and yet, you still couldn't help but flinch, swallowing tightly. It was quiet, therefore he was able to easily catch on to the small noise coming from you.

"Not yet, got it." He mumbled under his breath, bringing his hand to your cheek instead.

"Sorry, I'm just a bit… Nervous, I guess." You sighed, feeling guilty for making the work harder instead of easier for him.

He was a professional while you felt like you weren't made for this.

You couldn't see, yet your ears picked up on a slight shuffling noise, he was probably shaking his head, since it was coming from right above you.

"No, don't worry." He replied, trying once again to help you calm down, make you relax. "I'll be patient."

His light touches on your cheek and then down to your waist gently coaxed you into a few kisses, and soon enough you two were making out.

It definitely helped you calm down, that's for sure.

Throughout that, even though your main attention was directed towards keeping up with the pace of his lips and the way his tongue gently entangled with yours, you weren't in any way ignorant to the light touches of his hands exploring your body, skimming over your exposed skin with the tip of his fingers before cupping your hips.

You didn't know if this was just your body reacting or if it was the product of an actual silly crush you had somehow developed on the actor during the many times you had to replace someone else and work with him, yet that little stimulation was enough to bring back the butterflies in your stomach that you believed had died long ago.

Eventually, his lips separated from yours for longer than a few seconds. You gasped quietly when those same lips found their way to your neck, the surprised sound alerted him, who stopped in the middle of delivering a kiss to the sensitive skin.

"Was that a good gasp or a bad gasp?" He muttered against your neck.

"It's good." You replied in the middle of a groan, tilting back your head to give him better access to your neck. Making sure to further give him the go ahead to continue by gently threading your fingers through the baby hairs at the nape of his neck, pushing his head back to you. You were able to feel him smiling against your neck before going back to attacking it with kisses and even little nibbles once he noticed you were attempting to keep down your own noises, as if still shy of the camera.

He wanted to hear you.

Nevertheless, your mind was slowly but surely growing fuzzy with the attention he was making sure to deliver to your neck, not only that but his hands were also somehow learning all your weakness with an experienced agility. Mapping out your body with practiced touches and caresses.

Soon enough, your walls had all but tumbled down for the man, this time you didn't flinch when his hands reached your thighs, especially not when they started sliding to your inner thighs. In fact, the moment the tips of his fingers brushed against your clothed slit you couldn't help but move against his hand, looking for the friction rather than running from it.

You couldn't help the whine that escaped your lips the moment he took his hand away, your face growing warm with your own neediness, even more so when he chuckled in a low tone.

"Be patient, didn't you wanna go slow?" His husky voice questioned by your ear, the warmth of his breath only further warming the skin of your face and neck.

Said warmth was starting to bother you, since both your body temperatures were starting to rise, and the clothing covering your body wasn't helping in any way, even if the short pieces barely even covered any skin. So it didn't take long for Leon to take notice of your discomfort and aid you in taking your top off, with more ease than you could ever hope to have.

You trully didn't know how to respond to him. Sure you wanted to go slow at the start, but who said you couldn't change your mind?

Thankfully, the blond on top of you seemed to be just as impatient as yourself, so it didn't take too long for his hand to return to the place you were itching to have him touch.

Quiet moans dripped from your lips like honey, the result from a combination of him rubbing your clit through your underwear all the while his lips left kisses at any and all skin of yours he was able to reach.

You were only partially aware of just how drenched the gusset of your panties surely was by now, and that was exactly what Leon was hoping for.

Now with the proper lubrication and with your muscles way more relaxed than they were at first, Leon felt confident enough to finally slip his fingers inside your thin underwear. Your resistance had worn down by a lot, so much so he was already able to slip two fingers of his with ease inside you, although not without your overwhelmed whines and inner walls tightly clenching around both his digits.

Leon couldn't help but groan in response, his dick twitching at the noises you were making and at the feeling of you clinging to his fingers like a vice.

He had been hard since yesterday, just thinking about what he'd get to do with you today. Trying to get his erection to go down before leaving his house to go to the studio was a hassle in itself, even more so when his dirty thoughts kept getting him worked up, since he just couldn't seem to get you out of his mind.

Now, he just couldn't seem to get his fingers out of you, not when you kept sucking him in whenever he tried to pump them in and out.

Regardless, he smirked, the way he attempted to slip his fingers in and out was merely for teasing purposes, since his main plan currently was actually loosening you up enough for him to fit inside you without any discomfort.

His wrist finally stopped moving, now leaving the work just to his fingers, which began doing scissoring motions and curling up inside you, hitting that one gummy spot in your inner walls that left your body defenseless.

You were squirming underneath him, trying to hold back from closing your legs around his hand and just grinding against his fingers at the pace you wanted instead of his agonizingly slow and careful one.

His thumb didn't leave your clit ignored either, rubbing in circles and leaving your legs shaking as you kept pleading quietly, for nothing in particular.

"So wet, baby. Think you can handle me already? I'm dying to get inside of you…" Leon mumbled to you under his breath, his words were enough to get you to lose your shyness, whining and begging to be filled by him in a downright obscene tone.

Leon was telling the truth though, he was waiting for so long now. He had been waiting for someone like you for a much longer time than since he first saw you, by now you were basically soulmates, you had to be, he knew it.

Besides, his own boxers were much too tight for him right now, and he had a feeling there was already a wet spot in his underwear, framing his clothed bulge in an obvious show of lust, much like yours.

He was better at hiding it than you, but he was just as needy (much more, actually) as you were. The way he was barely holding back from humping you was proof of that.

"Ah, fuck it, can't just leave you begging, can I?" Yet it was a rhetorical question. Before he could even hear your answer he was already hooking his thumb on the waistband of his boxers and pulling down to free himself of its confines. He'd soon be doing the same to you.

You felt the bed shifting as he adjusted his position on top of you, after that it didn't take long for him to grab onto your own underwear and pull, shredding the thin clothing article. He heard you letting out a small yelp at that, and made sure to press a soft kiss to your lips in response.

"Don't worry, it was meant to do just that."

Not really, it wasn't, yet he had already waited for too long by now.

The feeling of him rubbing his leaky, hot tip up and down your slit was what really made you squirm, now you really really wanted to buck your hips, after all, just a small movement from you and you'd be able sink down on it just like you wanted. If your mind wasn't so overwhelmed with your need for him, you'd have noticed that the reason for his repetitive, mindful ministrations up until now, were all for the sake of you. He was trying to collect your wetness so that it wouldn't be painful when he pushed in, he was hoping to be able to just slide in instead of having to push.

When you had enough of waiting you tried to grind against him, yet that only made him hold down your hips, rendering you unable to move on your own and instead being only able to whine in complaint and protest.

He cooed at your mindless whining, shushing you gently with kisses as his tip finally catched onto your entrance and began slowly sliding inside, making you cling onto him for comfort, wrapping your arms around his back as your nails lightly digged into his muscles, your pained and overwhelmed moans being swallowed greedily by his lips, just as greedily as you were sucking him inside.

Now, with him bottomed out inside you, you were the first to part your lips from his, tilting back your head to let out a shaky breath. That he was big was an understatement, you felt overwhelmed with his size, as if just a small movement from him would tear you apart.

Yet that was merely a matter of getting used to, that much Leon knew, as he let his weight press against your body a little, just enough for it to be comforting yet not squash you against the mattress.

The moment was quiet, apart from the noise of the both of you panting, and even that noise was starting to go down as you began getting used to his size, your walls accepting the intrusion and adapting to it, shaping yourself to be a perfect fit around him. And at that moment, all that went through Leon's mind was just how you were made from him, despite knowledge of anatomy he had that disagreed with that thought. It was like all of his logic was thrown out of the window the moment he decided to start poisoning and threatening people just to get you.

And this night would just be the first of many, he made sure of that when he made his female co-worker dismiss herself from the movie, as well as making sure the director got rid of her contract.

At the start he was surprised at how far he was willing to go for you, yet just as quickly as that doubt appeared in his mind, it disappeared once you made a small movement against him, mumbling something along the lines of "Leon… Please." as you wrapped your legs around his waist, mimicking the movement you had made earlier with your arms.

In a way, he just knew he'd have scratch marks all over his back during the next shoot. Comes with the territory, huh?

"Good girl… Using such pretty words…" He was barely aware of what he was even saying by now, it was like all the remaining thoughts in his mind were blurring together as well as being poured out at the same time. His sentences didn't make much sense, yet he couldn't find it within himself to care.

Not when he was finally able to move to his heart's content.

It started out small, just him moving back to pull himself out a little bit, the small movement enough to pull noises from the both of you, him grunting and you moaning. He had barely left and yet you already felt hollow, missing something.

You must have said that out loud, because you swear you heard Leon chuckling again, in a breathless fashion, right before mumbling something through his grunting.

"Fuck… So needy. Need to keep you full all of the time."

That earned a movement from you, now with your free hips you were able to once again push yourself against him, this time successfully as you made him bottom out inside you again, in a harsher way this time, making you dizzy with pleasure as his tip brushed against your cervix.

Obviously, that made him moan, giving him just as much pleasure as it gave you, yet it also seemed to have triggered him somehow, as he began moving much faster, pulling out suddenly and then thrusting back inside just as quickly. Making sure to only keep the tip inside you as he pulled out, as if to help him guide himself back inside with more agility. Not giving you enough time to think or even to process his movements.

The much harsher and quicker pace wasn't necessarily unpleasant, but it was still overwhelming, and you had a feeling he knew that, and that he did it on purpose. You were proven right when he responded to your whining, clearer this time, yet still not of much help to you, as your cloudy brain was struggling to even register his words at the same time he kept relentlessly moving inside you.

"I told you to be patient, now deal with it." His tone was stern despite the way his breath kept interrupting him all throughout his sentence.

The pace made the bed shake noisily, yet you could barely pay any mind to it as he steadily sped up, as if he was taking it a notch higher every time he felt your walls fluttering around him.

It was also difficult for him to pay attention to the noise the bed was making with you rivaling the loudness of it, being so noisy underneath him. He could barely hear his own groans with how loud your moans were getting. It made him wonder how far he could take you, just how loud he was able to make you sound, if you were already being this loud so early on. Were you a virgin or something?

The thought gave him the impulse to do more, bringing down one of the hands that were occupied supporting his own weight above you, stimulating you further.

You could barely contain yourself as he began rubbing harsh circles against your clit, as if to match his unforgiving pace. It was the very opposite of the gentle caressing he had given you at the start, and your whimpering, now mixed with your moans, told him that.

"You don't get gentleness if you can't handle being patient." He huffed, making you whine at the clear annoyance of his tone, yet the clench of your walls around him said otherwise about your thoughts on the matter. You didn't seem to dislike his harsh treatment, or at least, your body didn't.

By now you had a feeling you wouldn't last, you weren't used to the speed or roughness of his movements, so that rubbing and hard comment was enough to throw you over the edge.

You were confused when you were quickly pulled out of your bliss though, hands drowsily scrambling to grasp onto him for grounding. letting out a broken wail when he didn't really slow down even after you came. In fact, he only seemed to speed up.

You wondered if he was doing this on purpose or if he just wasn't aware you had already finished, after all, the room was dark and you didn't warn him. Either way, you tried hard to bring your mind out of the mushy mess it had turned into just to tell him that.

"Already done? Don't worry, we're not stopping until I'm done." By the sheer length of the videos of each shoot you've seen by now, you knew his stamina and resistance would probably keep you on this bed for much longer.

In the end, you kind of felt bad for the director, knowing Leon would pull many more orgasms from you, enough so that by the time you two were done the sheets under the both of you would be far from able to be used ever again, even after many washes.

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Yandere time and hyrule headcannons

I'm not sure if you've seen the hype around sky being in his undershirt and being ✨pretty✨ in the recent update, but could I please request reader fawning over Yan!sky in his undershirt or some general hc's for him?

Thank you both for requesting!

Notes: I wasn't that online on tumblr around that time, so I only saw it now lmao.

Anyway, I did both headcannons and a oneshot, hope you'll like it!

Also, yes, I merged those two requests since headcannons can be piled into the same post.

I'll probably sound redundant in a lot of these, simply because I didn't write this at one go and when I got to it again I may have forgotten that I wrote it before. My memory is not the best, forgive me.

There are more headcannons for Time because he's my favorite, sorry.

I need a master list, seriously.

Edited before sleeping, I'm sleepy and probably messed up one or two paragraphs of this.

The oneshot in question.

TWs: Yanderism, Mentions of food and bad eating habits and a little of my fairy/fae brain rot.

Don't mind grammatical errors, please!

Headcannons for yandere Sky, Time and Hyrule.

Yandere! Lu! Sky x Reader

For starters, Sky is sweet, but he is very manipulative.

Therefore, don't be surprised if you notice you stopped doing many of the things you used to do when you first got through the portal.

Most of the time it's not even bad things!

He might team up with Hyrule and Wild to take care of your main health, like eating habits. If you're a picky eater then expect Sky to slowly transition you into eating a little bit of everything, in no time you'll be eating like Wild does.

Then again, he'll also make sure to get the ingredients to the foods you do eat without struggling, also getting Wild to make a separate meal for you, should you not eat that one specific recipe Wild made for dinner.

You'll probably be getting help from him when it comes to self-care habits as well, like, the max of skin care and hair care you can get at Hyrule. He will make the effort to talk to people who know more about your skin and hair type, those who have it and take care of it well.

But, we can't ignore the genuinely bad things he will try to influence you into doing...

Privacy? Gone.

Not only will he be around you most if not all of the time, but he will also always be paying close attention to you and what you're doing.

So if you believed keeping a journal in your language would help you keep some things to yourself, then think again. The privacy of using your language instead of hyrulean to write in your jornal will soon turn into a mere illusion. Despite being more quiet and seemingly the less imposing of the Links, Sky has already gone, and will keep going through lengths for you, which includes learning the language you use.

Of course he noticed you kept a private journal, and despite you trying to lie about the contents of it, it's only a matter of time until he is skillfully scanning through the pages with his eyes like he's reading his favorite book. Memorizing any and all information he can find about you.

As manipulative as he is, he is also delusional, he doesn't have any idea of what he is doing, he simply doesn't know that what he is doing is wrong on so many levels.

He's not doing anything on purpose, he's just trying to protect you and get you to like him, like a normal guy!! At least, Zelda liked it when he did this with her back then, just how different are you two?

Genuinely, Sky would have a hard time figuring you and your emotions out. You're a human being after all, and he respects that those things are not supposed to be easy to figure out. In fact, he highly respects and appreciates that you're complex.

Not that he'll respect boundaries, nope, no way.

You're a puzzle he's very much looking forward to figuring out. Honestly, the only puzzle he'd ever want to figure out.

So, I'll probably elaborate this later, but the chain as Gods. Sky would be very much a Thor. That means silly blonde lightening man.

Imagine hylians from Sky's era used matching earrings alike engagement rings, like, Sky just randomly inviting you to an overly nice picnic, just to hand you blue earings just like his.

And if you don't have your ears pierced anywhere it'd be even better in his eyes, since he'd just adjust it to be a "normal" ring.

It was actually an engagement ring, but you didn't know that, or any of the other Links, really, since this tradicional custom got lost in time.

Yandere! Lu! Time x Reader

I think pretty much everyone knows Time is a teasing bastard.

Don't get me wrong, he can be pretty mature, but trust me, it's not really common for him to act like that.

Time is used to pretending, he used many different masks to become different races in his journey, that was needed from him at the time, the same way that being the mature one is being needed from him right now.

Just because he is deeply traumatized emotionally and physically from his job as a hero doesn't mean his personality is lost as well.

It didn't change that much since he was a child, not really.

He is addicted to making you flustered, so if you get flustered easily I'm sorry for you.

If making you blush is a challenge then I'm just as sorry for you, because Time isn't quite known for giving up easily.

And he's good at making people embarrassed, too.

The amount of women who were in love with him is everything I need as proof.

But the worst part? He doesn't have bad pick up lines.

Look, Time is a toucher, so yes, his love language is physical touch, that makes sense to me.

That doesn't mean only cuddling, of course, it can mean cuddling and hugging when you're alone, but do expect a few more things.

I was gonna say hand holding in public, especially in crowded places, but you know what? Guiding you by holding the back of your neck is simply easier to him, and a lot more obvious "back off!" to strangers who look at you for far too long.

Also, randomly leaning against you, the two of you may be just walking and suddenly you feel a large mass lightly leaning against your own body, almost making you stumble. you might just be standing in front of the dinner table, reading a recipe book and once again you just feel that familiar presence right behind you, but instead of hugging you from behind he's just there, like he is reading the book along with you.

Remember how you were reading that one recipe book? Well he might give it a try and help you make something in the kitchen just to spend time with you. Like, you're just pouring ingredients in a bowl and he's there "helping" you by wrapping his arm around your waist to give you "emotional support", as he calls it.

He is, in reality, just standing there watching you cook, trying his best to resist the urge to distract you and simply annoy you, because he is still trying to make it seem like he is a mature, grown man, and definitely not one who is eyeing the flour in his reach and thinking about launching a handful of it at you.

You did see his hand slowly reaching for the flour in the corner of your vision. He only stopped once you threatened to scoop out his remaining eye should even a speck of flour hit your face.

Yet, Time is a creative man, flour was only one of his plans.

He's got wandering hands and wandering lips. And he can and will make use of those just to distract you.

And that's how Time became banned from the kitchen when you were the one cooking, only being able to join you for cleaning later.

So yeah, his love language is physical touch, but it is also disturbance.

In that matter, he's not very different from Wind when you two are alone. If you ignore his flirtatious moves, that is. But he's quite different when you two are with the others, especially if you've done, or is doing something to annoy him, then he has to keep up that mature facade of his.

He believes the others won't take him seriously should he reveal his actual personality, so really, when you're around others you'll only get glimpses of it from time to time.

It is mandatory from the Links to be stubborn, but Time takes the cake.

Maybe it is his age, but he will never change his mind, ever. No point in arguing.

So when he is silly, he is silly, but when he is serious he is terrifying, no exaggeration.

The worst part is that older people have a lot of respect in Hyrule, so no matter what he says, his word is law.

Now, don't get me wrong, by now, pet names are just a thing Time always does with you, in a way you barely hear your own name coming from his lips unless he's being really serious about something.

But actual words of affirmation? Not his thing.

He'd much rather be as clingy as glue to you when you're alone.

But, not like Sky's soft, light cuddles. Time Will basically smother you.

Seriously, it may be his sheer muscle mass, but he'll drap himself over you in a way you'll feel yourself surrounded by him.

In fact, the first time he did it you probably almost suffocated.

You'll get used to it eventually, though. Hopefully.

He's pontual and very strict as well, he and Hyrule are probably gonna be bickering in most matters involving you, like, for example, "five more minutes" naps.

Don't even try to trick him, you'll hear stuff like "I was your age once" and shit, the man will act like he's a hundred years old or something.

Then again, he might be, after all, he is older in mind than he is in body.

He was forced to mature quicker and went through a lot of trauma, that, and he also had to go back in time a lot of times.

Now that I think about it, he probably lived for longer than your grandparents. Just saying.

Yandere! Lu! Hyrule x Reader

Don't get him wrong, Hyrule is very much full of love, really. He cares about everyone equally.

Yet, as corny as that is, your name isn't "everyone", you're not anyone, you're you, how could he even think about possibly treating you the same way as he treats everyone else?

You're put on a pedestal, everyone else is treated equally by him, except you, you are treated like you are divine and not mortal like he is.

So you'll feel like a toddler 24/7 around Hyrule, he is not as stubborn as Time, he's just… Persistent.

The other Links will find themselves teasing him for it a lot, even if deep inside they are just the same.

Play nice, walk on the line and you'll have a Hyrule at your beck and call. If you know how to do it right, you will be able to use his babying to your own benefit, because trust me, his persistence can work on the Links much more than yours, after all, they trust him for being another Link.

I feel like he'd also help you keep pets, it may be his fairy nature, but he is just good with animals, especially with forest animals. Be them small or big.

Although he definitely has a soft spot for smaller pets, even more if you're the one asking him to bring along a pet you found.

Surprisingly or not, Hyrule is probably one of the most protective Links if you happen to lean more towards the naive/vulnerable side of the spectrum.

It's a general fairy headcannon of mine, but since fairies take care of forest and the animals there, specially the smaller or more vulnerable types of animals, then it's not new for them to be also quite protective towards humans close to them.

Bonus points if they have those traits.

But then again, you're Hyrule's darling, you may be as strong and independent as a Link yourself, but he'll still see you as in need of his care and attention at all times.

That also may or may not be another reason why Hyrule treats you like a toddler.

So yeah, coddling. Lots of it.

Hyrule is also a fan of small things, trinkets. Natural or shiny... Precious or useless... In his eyes all are treasures.

Treasures you'll find your bags and pockets full of.

He is absolutely a rock, cristal guy.

Imagine, you're just walking to another village, and suddenly Hyrule stops walking for a few moments, just to speed walk towards you again just a bit later, cleaning something he is holding in his hands with the help of his sleeve.

Then he hands you a small, clear rock, grinning.

Better get used to this, it's probably gonna happen at least once every day.

So yeah, love language is gift giving and acts of service.

I feel like he's very awkward with words of affirmation, he didn't spend a lot of time saying or hearing those, after all. Like most of the Links.

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OCTOBER PLANS ARE CANCELLED IM SORRY

Somehow a whole WEDDING came up, along with other little things that aren't worth mentioning yet when summed up take away like, half of my month (anxiety included)

Of course, I'll make sure to catch up on requests and also post some random oneshots that come up in my mind sometimes, they might not be good, but they come out pretty often. I swear I will try to be more active here!!

Also, I already had 31 prompts already planned out to write and post in October, so I'll post them later, too

(Those were smut, and although it's not my first time writing smut it's definitely my first time posting it, especially since it's mainly gonna be dead dove: do not eat)

[pseudoartistpostsstuff]

I'm not sure if you've seen the hype around sky being in his undershirt and being ✨pretty✨ in the recent update, but could I please request reader fawning over Yan!sky in his undershirt or some general hc's for him?

Thanks for requesting!

Notes: This is the actual request, but I'll post some headcannons later for him as well!

Anyways, I, in fact, wasn't around when the whole hype happened, however after a quick search I was able to actually see what all of this was about.

Idk if this can be considered self indulgent, but my immediate idea when it came to writing this was that the reader liked those types of clothes from pinterest. Hopefully I'm not the only one, but those types of clothes just scratch a very specific itch in my brain.

I did not plan for the random suggestiveness at the middle of this oneshot, actually, I never plan, this just came out somehow.

The headcannons!

TWs: Light yanderism, slightly suggestive, the Links being creeps and clothing thievery.

Yandere! LU! Sky x Reader

This is a robbery, not romantic.

The hot, rocky ground has absolutely no respect whatsoever for your shoes.

Out of all the places you had to walk to in the past, along with these guys, this volcano had to be on the top 3 of the worst places you've ever visited.

Walking up the volcano certainly had you sweating, however, you felt like the drops of sweat could barely reach the fabric of your undershirt before they evaporated due to the sheer heat. You weren't even halfway up the path yet, but your legs were already disagreeing with the rhythm the group had adopted to advance as fast as physically possiple. In short, you were slowing down everyone, since the Links refused to let you walk anywhere that wasn't in the middle of them, so that if anything happened, you'd be protected.

A was a distant memory of yours resurfaced in your brain, something about some discovery channel documentary you had watched a long time ago about elephants and how they kept the weaker elephants in the middle of the herd when traveling, the weak being youngins, elderly or sick elephants. 

Frowning, you couldn't help but wonder in which category of weak you fell according to them.

Legend, who was staring keeping an eye on you through the whole trip, as he always did, noticed your struggle and elbowed Warriors, causing the man to let out a choked sound of surprise before Legend gestured to you with his thumb, scowling with his eyebrows furrowed, the same expression he always made sure to put on when something related to you in some way, covering up the softness of his eyes with a hard glare and a grimace.

Warriors, upon analyzing your stance for a second, was able to easily pick on how tired you were, and after taking into account how everyone else was, even if it wasn't as important as your well being, in the end he lifted his hand in a silent gesture for a break.

Nothing in that moment could rival or even equal to the feeling of fresh water coating your tongue and dry throat after so much of that burning sun and heat.

Your feet felt sore already, at this point it was like walking barefoot would be better than walking with those hard-soled boots. Then, you frowned once again, looking down to the bottom of one of your boots, it seemed like those boots were made for strolling on the soft grass, not hiking up a rocky mountain. Worst of all, the heat was so high you were sure you'd get burned as soon as your bare foot made contact with the ground outside the small cave you and the guys were sitting in, so you had no other option than just keeping the shoes on, even if you felt like the damn thing would just melt at some point.

Today, your mood had been dampened considerately, your face unable to catch a break from your constant sour expression. You felt as if you were Legend's replacement for a day.

After checking the really small cave and it's surroundings, the Chain finally seemed to deem it safe for now in a silent agreement between themselves. You were already sitting against some rock and letting the tension flow out of your body much before that.

Others joined you in sitting against rocks or the walls of the cave.

With a quick glance to Time, and a small amused scoff paired with a nod as response from the elder, Twilight was off most of his clothes, keeping only his bottom clothes on.

It was as if a domino effect had taken place, the rest of the Links around you began shedding their layers of clothing, the silence being disturbed by the sounds of fabric and other articles of their attire shuffling and eventually being either dropped or carefully placed on the floor, close enough to be quickly put back on incase something happened. Chatter began traveling around the group.

You had half the mind to move to do the same, your hands and eyes drifting down to the hem of your tunic, beginning to pull it up. 

The chatter suddenly seemed to die down, only one voice still talking. Your hands paused when your mind registered the sudden almost silence, your eyes slowly drifting back up to glance around, noticing how everyone was just… Staring at you…

Even for someone oblivious, the hunger eagerness in their gaze was undeniable.

Naturally, your eyes searched for Time, seeking some kind of refuge, surely the elder would have something to say about this, right?

Wrong. Time's only functional eye was half lidded, trained on your form with the same desire interest apparent in his gaze, you felt like a mouse under the watchful gaze of a hawk, his head tilted as his cheek rested on his fist, the hints of a smug smile pulling at the corners of his lips.

This stare of his felt almost physically uncomfortable, unnerving in a way, like his glare, but worse.

Confusion settled over both you and Wind, who only now seemed to notice that despite all of his talking, he wasn't receiving any response. Looking up just as confused as you once were, his eyebrows furrowed as he traded baffled glances with you.

"What happened? Why the hell is everyone so quiet?" Wind asked, a confused pout settling on his features, his arms defensively crossed over his chest once he noticed the attention of the group was on you, he didn't like one bit how they were looking at you, his "I'm ready to throw hands" stance made that obvious.

The thought made you internally chuckle. Easing up the tension present in the cave as you let the fabric fall back over your tights, releasing it and giving up on the idea of taking it off. This seemed to finally awaken the others, making you grateful for Wind's brotherly protectiveness, your unease fading a bit as they went back to normally talking along with friendly bickering from Warriors regarding Wind's tense figure.

"Goddesses, I didn't remember Eldin Volcano being this hot!" Sky groaned from somewhere on your left, making you turn to look at him.

He still kept his undershirt on despite shedding all his other top layers, seemingly still too shy around you and the others to get that bare. 

You took a moment to admire his shirt and how pretty it looked on him. You just had to take a picture of him in that shirt to post on pinterest later, such a sight surely belonged there.

That was for later though, you didn't have any signs of internet just yet.

"Who gave you the right." Your voice sounded more like an affirmation than a question, your face blank, void of any emotion as you uttered those words, leaving Sky unsure of how he should respond or even react, should he respond at all? The way you spoke confused him more often than not.

"Hah- Uhm… Hylia…? I am not sure I know what you are talking about exactly…" Shy responded slowly, stuttering a bit. The almost apologetic expression on his face made you want to both retreat and smother him with hugs, you know those moments when you find something so cute that you just want to squeeze it as hard as you can? That was how you felt right now.

Sky felt lightly threatened by your blank expression.

It was quite funny to you, his reactions. He'd hardly ever know how to respond to your kind of humor, but his awkward answers and bashful smiles made up for it, making you either grin along or just flat out laugh, as if he had actually responded correctly to whatever random stuff you had just sprouted with a fully straight face. Your reactions to his reactions made him feel embarrassed but also happy, very much glad your attention was on him.

"Who gave you the right to be so pretty?" Your eyes softened, your blank expression falling as a starry-eyed one took place, the way you were looking at him made his heart melt, warm blood being pumped up to his cheeks, a redness taking over his face and the tips of his ears, almost spreading to his neck. Sky was stunned into silence, he didn't even try to speak, he knew from past experiences that trying to speak in this state would lead him to stumble over his words, only embarrassing himself further, like he was a teenager once again.

He resorted to slightly covering his reddened face, his hand coming up to scratch at the side of his head as it tilted down a bit, an timid yet flattered smile tugging at his mouth. His teeth dug into the soft flesh of the inside of his cheek, trying to keep the smile at bay as to not grin at you like a maniac.

Just a simple compliment and he already felt like he had been reduced into a puddle of himself, melted and absolutely compliant to you, how you didn't see his adoring gaze up at you was a mystery, it wasn't like he was doing a good job of hiding it anyway, unconsciously trying to make himself smaller than you all the while trying to appeal even more to your eyes, puffing out his chest. His gaze dropping to your mouth every now and then, your lips looked absolutely delectable framing that ethereal smile of yours.

His cheeks burned brighter at the mere thought of sealing his lips against yours.

"You should definitely wear it more often." You blurted out, too busy ogling at the shirt to notice you said it out loud, too busy to notice the amused and flaunted closed lip smile taking over his grin. 

"I mean, I kind of do wear it everyday…"  A soft snort left his nose, filling your ears as his voice followed, smug, he had definitely seen you looking, making you scoot back once you realized where you really were, leaning into Sky's personal bubble and reaching out to touch the fabric of his shirt not that he minded anyway. "It's just under my clothes most of the time." 

He chuckled quietly, watching with great interest as rich shades of red flushed your face, your cheeks gaining a whole new coloration with his teasing.

The change in dynamics wasn't unwelcomed in any way by him, in fact, Sky found it nice that he wasn't the one flustered this time around.

You, however, were wondering whether you liked the shirt more or the way the shirt fit on Sky. God only knew how badly you wanted to feel that fabric, it was probably cotton, and hand made according to Sky's measurements, meaning it was made to fit him perfectly, way more than it'd fit on anyone else. Yeah, you could see that.

Without noticing, your previous grimace and sour mood had been replaced by a stupid smile on your lips. Sky had this type of side effect on you.

"You know what I meant." Your reply came out in an embarrassed huff, frowning jokingly with your arms crossed, trying to conceal the blush in your face so it would, hopefully, go away, that is, if you were lucky.

You weren't, not really.

"Yeah I know." He replied, a cheerful yet sweet smile on his face, still eyeing your blushy complexion. "I'll make sure to 'wear' it more, at least in situations where we're not being attacked by a dozen of monsters." He joked, rendering you unable to keep a shit-eating grin off of your face.

Sky shyly smiled back at you, mindlessly smoothing out any wrinkles in his shirt while you kept staring, him gladly letting you do as you pleased, drinking up in your attention.

The heat only seemed to grow as the day progressed into mid-day, the sun directly above the cave you guys were in. You'd managed to take off your tunic and gear by now, and it had already helped with relieving some of the suffocating heat, even if you kept your undershirt in place, on your body, overly aware of the multitude of eyes lingering on your form every now and then.

As a result of that same heat, Sky finally succumbed and took off his undershirt, the pretty one you adored, and simply placed it on the dusty, dirty floor, just like that, not treating the white shirt with any respect, completely ignoring the possibility of it getting stained or wrinkled, which pulled an indignant gasp from you.

His attention was once again brought to you by your gasp, puzzled until his eyes really landed on you and processed just what exactly you were doing.

In a quick movement, you snatched Sky's shirt from the floor, forgetting about how tired and sore your feet were in order to dash to the other end of the cave with the shirt clutched in your arms. Despite his recklessness with his clothes, you had to thank Sky for leaving his shirt so easy for you to just kidnap.

The blond's shock faded after a bit, prompting him to spring up and chase after you, not necessarily mad, but definitely not used to having his clothes stolen.

Even so, his mirthful laughter rang out, serving only to fuel you in your attempt to flee from your chaser, still clutching his property to your chest.

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Thinking about participating in October this year with a new writing series "What are ethics?" inspired by the kinktober, but mostly yandere or dark fic focused.

Then again, it can also just be a variety of Leon Kennedy october (or kinktober) one shots, not a problem either.

I'm having a Leon Kennedy brain rotting and I'd like to at least get some writing practice while I'm at it.

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Hello. Can I request scenario of yan Leon getting arrested for kidnapped his "love" for at least a year and Reader visiting him in jail for the first time in months? Be it headcanons or fic is your choice.

Also please don't use daddy kink. I'm sorry but I'm just... not into it.

I hope you had a nice day 💚

I hope you have an awesome day as well, thank you! Also, I hope this will be to your liking, thank you for the request!

Notes: I may have written too much more than requested, sorry I really don't know what came over me (I wish I knew because dang)

This is most likely an older Leon, since cellphones and all, but you can imagine him up to Leon from RE4!

You didn't specify if you wanted NSFW or not, so I didn't put it, just to be sure, however if you did want it, do request! Be as specific as you want, I'll try to meet your expectations.

Realistically, Leon could have stuff like PTSD and/or panic attacks, but a yandere version of him would totally use it to guilt trip the reader.

I did my research on prison visitation, keyword, my, it may be wrong, I've never visited anyone in prison, or in the US, for that matter.

TWs: Yanderism, Probably unrealistic lock picking, Kidnapping, Financial dependence, Implied NSFW, Guilt tripping, Implied stalking, Off Screen panic attacks, Stockholm syndrome.

Yandere!Leon S Kennedy x Reader

I may be late for Christmas

Yours and Leon's relationship was troubled, to say the least. Of course, you weren't surprised when it came tumbling down.

From the start, Leon had problems, however you had rose colored glasses on. From the start, you should have expected an end to the relationship, one that probably wouldn't be calm and pacific like anyone would hope for.

Leon was full of secrets, Leon was clingy, Leon was a manipulator, Leon was possessive, Leon was controlling and on top of all, he was obsessed with you. Only, you took too long to notice it.

Leon let you know from the start that he hardly had any free time, his job was time-consuming as it had him go away on long work trips, and that was okay, it was his job and the way he went about his life was none of your business. You didn't mind, in the very start, that is.

The fact he never disclosed anything about his job to you, besides that he worked for the government, was only a small part of the process that was you wanting to give up your relationship.

Because of his lack of time, whenever he did have free time, it was spent smothering you, and it's not that you minded the attention, but it got suffocating when you could barely do your own stuff, like go to your job, visit your parents, spend time with your friends and things like that. There was a wide list of things that Leon would complain about and try to coax you out of doing just to spend more time with him. At the start, you did push aside your basic responsibilities out of guilt for not spending enough time with him, letting him be your priority, like he always said you were his.

When you were away doing said responsibilities, however, Leon found other ways to make himself present, even if not physically.

That is, if you ignore the fact he was present, just not somewhere you could notice him.

Your phone was constantly blowing up, forcing you to make use of the silent option in your phone much more than you used to, having to deal with his grumpy mood when you got home, your phone full of missed phone calls and another fifty messages of "I love you", "miss you", "let me know when I can go get you" and "pick up the phone".

From time to time you checked your phone to see if there were no emergencies, sometimes having to excuse yourself to the bathroom to go and comfort him, soothe him out of his panic attacks. When those happened, his messages sounded more distressed through small changes one could easily pick up on, like "please pick up the phone" or "I need to hear your voice". Those times, when you did pick up the phone, he sounded like he was breathing too much, but at the same time out of breath, you could barely understand his words over the phone, something about him thinking you were dead just because he couldn't feel you in his hold.

As a result of those times, when he was finally calm enough to let you go back to what you were doing before, you were left pondering. You even considered the possibility that he could have been in a war. After all, what could possibly have caused him to have these types of attacks? You may not know much about panic attacks, but something told you that whatever he didn't tell you was just the missing piece of the puzzle, the one you desperately needed to be able to truly understand him, to be able to love him completely, the way that he so desperately needed, and the way you so desperately wished you could.

Besides arriving late at your appointments since Leon insisted on keeping you with him longer, distracting you with one thing or another until you were almost an hour late to stuff, most of the times you also had to drive to his apartment sooner than it was expected of you, even having to leave your job earlier just because Leon insisted there was an "emergency".

There were also those days when he basically made you skip what you had to do, calling your boss, friends or even parents to give some kind of excuse for why you wouldn't be able to be where you were supposed to while pressing your face deeper into the mattress to muffle your sounds underneath him.

Honestly, at the start, those were your favorite days. But you can only skip so many days in your job to get fired, and do so many things before your friends get sick of it and your parents grow concerned and distant.

You decided to talk with your trusted friends and see what they thought about it, and it wasn't very hard to understand that you had to reinforce your boundaries if you wanted to get your life back on track.

And you thought Leon would understand, you thought he'd be okay with it, that the conversation would flow smoothly and in the end, you'd both get what you wanted in a healthy way.

Sadly, you weren't exactly a lucky person, and neither was Leon understanding like you hoped he'd be.

The conversation was fruitless, in the end, Leon managed to make you feel guilty. Like you were in the wrong. You didn't press on, noticing that what was supposed to be just a peaceful conversation was now bordering on a discussion, one you didn't want to have, afraid you'd lose, even if you were so sure you had a fair point just hours ago.

However, Leon pressed on. He grew suspicious you didn't think about confronting him all by yourself, and he wanted to know who exactly convinced you to try and get your point across to him. He began listing your acquaintances, friends and family members until he mentioned one of your closest friend's name and your expression shifted for a moment, he scoffed.

"So that's who, huh? You really talked shit about me to them?" He shook his head and walked away with heavy footsteps while your guilt ate away at you, you betrayed his trust, even if you didn't really talk shit about him, only saying the truth while having a necessary talk with a friend who was beginning to grow more and more concerned about your well-being and safety.

But he managed to get you to feel like you needed to apologize and make it up to him. For that, he couldn't help but smirk in amusement once you weren't looking.

By making it up to him, one of the things he hinted on, was the fact you needed to put more distance between you and this friend that clearly didn't like him. Soon, more friends met that same fate.

Because of your lack of a job and inability to look for another one since Leon gobbled up all the time with you he could get, you were growing short on funds. Rent, food and other basic necessities starting to seem like they required a lot more money than they used to, when you were actually employed.

Even if you didn't express your needs to him, he started to notice how you seemed constantly anxious, and of course, even an idiot would catch on the fact that, if you didn't have a job, you didn't have money.

So he convinced you to live with him, which meant being a homemaker, basically.

Leon didn't ask you to do anything, but it felt fair, since he was taking care of all your needs you could at least do what you could to pay him back. He furrowed his eyebrows, tenderness shining in his gaze when you told him that, he pressed a sweet kiss to your lips before muttering important words against your lips. Ones you should have found alarming and not sweet.

"Love, I'm your boyfriend, not your boss. All I need from you is to stay with me and to love me."

He needed you to stay with him. Love was a second thought, a bonus. Not as important as just staying with him, he needed you, more than anything else.

His love was more than enough for the both of you, anyways.

You started to feel better, even better than how you were before, your's and other's concerns about Leon being swept under the rug. As a product of that, you felt like you should use the rest of the money you had from your job that you didn't need anymore to buy a Christmas gift to your parents, since the end of the year was approaching and you wanted to make up for the lack of visits and phone calls over the course of the last few months. That included spending Christmas at their house.

When Leon got home from another of his long work trips and initiated a long cuddling moment with you, asking you to rant about whatever you were up to during the time he was gone, as he always did, you thought that was the best time to mention to him about your little planned visit to your parents for the holiday.

You seemed so excited, wanting to bring him over as well, if only to enlighten the view your parents had of him, to show them he wasn't as bad as they made him out to be, and of course to make sure he wouldn't be left alone, since he hated being away from you so much.

He wasn't happy, of course not. Even if he was there with you, being in a completely different setting and place he wasn't used to and didn't assure was safe for you meant he had less possibilities of keeping you safe. And there was also the fact your parents didn't like him, even if you didn't tell him directly, knowing it could upset him, he heard your conversations with them and saw their texts on your phone. If even your friends were able to make you doubt him, your parents could easily put the wrong ideas in your mind about him, convincing you to leave him, the mere thought of it made his blood boil.

But as much as he wanted to express that to you, try to coax you into giving up about going, he knew better, he knew that could bring at least a sliver of suspicion into your mind, and given the previous circumstances, he couldn't risk it. He had already made it so far into the relationship, you were basically already in his grasp, only one step was left to ensure you'd stay with him till the end.

Taking away your chance of getting away from him.

Disguising that as moving you from his apartment to a whole new house at the outskirts of the city.

You didn't really question his sudden urge to move, or the location, but you should have, since one day, you just woke up with your keys and phone completely vanished.

Leon made a half assed excuse when you finally decided to confront him, but this time you didn't buy it, of course. Not even his pouty expression that normally made you cave in worked to make you change your mind about going against his wishes this time.

For the next few months, you both seemed to be in your personal hells. You made his life harder as much as you could, while he took away the last bit of freedom you had, finally and accidentally making you see how that freedom was merely an illusion, since he had been controlling your life from the start of your relationship. This made you angry, angry at him since he had no right to do this to you, and angry at yourself for putting up with this for so long and not standing up for yourself, for not listening to your friends or even your own family when they tried to warn you.

Screaming didn't work, apparently, not only his house had thick walls but he didn't have many neighbors to hear you scream, either.

Breaking windows wasn't a possibility, one strong shove of a chair was enough for you to find out about the armored glass Leon made sure to add in case you even thought about the idea of breaking through them. Of course, that didn't keep you completely from breaking the windows, the glass could be bulletproof, but at some point it had to shatter, right? But there was the fact that Leon would undoubtedly restrain you in some way from doing so before you could even get close to achieving it, so that alternative would have to stay as a last resort.

Then again, you could always pick the lock.

Common sense told you picking a lock wouldn't be as easy as it seemed in movies, but since Leon was away in another of his long ass work trips you had a lot of time to figure it out. More than enough, actually, since after using the bobby pins in many different ways you were finally able to get the door unlocked.

You didn't know if you wanted more to celebrate or cry out of happiness, so your body made the decision for you, running as quickly as your legs could take you to the nearest person, house, anything. You could even scream until someone heard and came to help you, any previous embarrassment that would have been taken in this situation was forgotten.

Safety was at fingers grasp, but to really be safe, you needed to file a police report.

At first, you hesitated to do so. Even after finally being in a safe space, at your parents house and away from the captivity Leon called a house, a home for the two of you, the one you spent a year in, maybe a few months more, since you were celebrating Christmas with your parents, as you wanted to do one year ago.

You were kind of one year late for the holiday, still, both you and your parents were happy you were alive and safe.

The whole police report filing was a hard process. You were reporting a government worker, one trusted and of importance apparently, their negative reactions made that really clear.

At the end everything went well, the reality surprising you by going against your nightmares and constant worries. The fact your parents had filed a report because of your disappearance last year having played a big part in it.

Leon was brought into prison. Finally letting you and everyone that cared about you rest.

For months, you didn't hear from him, nor did he hear from you. It was maddening for the man to stay in his cell, unaware of how you were and if he'd ever be able to hold you again.

He would, he told himself he would, everyday, that was the only thing keeping him sane. If he could even still consider himself sane.

He barely slept without you, spending his nights only being able to think, think and think some more about how and when he'd get out of that confinement to see and feel you close to him. He missed you too much, he basically only did stuff during the days because he had to, if he didn't, he wouldn't get to see you again, and he'd be damned if he didn't get to see you again.

What mostly kept you both apart were the joint efforts of both your friends and family along with the ones in the police department that knew about your story with Leon. After all, as much as you tried to rid yourself of your love for him, the one you knew wasn't natural but Stockholm syndrome, Leon wasn't, he wasn't trying at all to rid himself of the absolute love and obsession devotion he had for you. No, he was actually actively seeking you out, putting a whole lot of effort of his own into getting people to keep him updated on you, getting help from the ones that weren't trying to keep you away from him.

If he wasn't insane before, he was certainly growing closer to it now, being kept physically away from you for so long like that.

After months of Leon being kept in prison, you finally decided to visit him. Your friends and parents being firmly against it, but you were stubborn and they couldn't really deny you from doing anything, you were a free adult, you could do whatever you wanted, even if what you wanted was to go and visit your captor in prison, under the possibility that he could have changed, somehow.

They all knew you were lying to yourself. You knew you were lying to yourself.

There was a bit of hesitation in your step as you walked into the building.

Eventually, after you stated simple things as the likes of who you were visiting and who you were, along with proving what relationship you had with the inmate, receiving a quite weirded out look from the receptionist when you mentioned you were the one kidnapped by him, you finally got in, following after the guard guiding you into the visitation room.

You settled on one of the chairs inside the room, in front of a small table, another chair positioned across from you. Your eyes nervously wandered across the room, focusing more on the door you supposed Leon would soon come out of, your foot tapping against the floor rhythmically.

After what felt like a long time, but at the same time, not long enough, Leon walked inside the room, eyes finding your own quickly, his footsteps almost faltered, expression staying strong, firm, despite his glassy eyes and the slight quivering of his lip, small tells of his real reaction upon seeing again in so long. You were only able to catch onto those because of the amount of time you spent with him, he let his walls down for you, and only you.

You stood up on shaky legs, seeing him approach you with almost slowed down steps. Your worries about him being mad or having an explosive reaction upon seeing you again were discarded when he pulled you into a hug, not saying a word as his arms gently enveloped your form, his head buried against your neck, just feeling you. Your skin, your scent, your warmth, your existence.

The embrace lasted little, way less than what he really wanted. He held your hands firmly as you two stood in front of each other. You were still at a loss for words, should you apologize? Say you missed him? You were feeling a lot of emotions, most of them you were unable to even explain.

"I missed you."

You were almost scared when he opened his mouth, taking a short breath before speaking, his words sounding soft, almost like a whisper, his eyes still twinkling with unshed tears he was trying desperately to keep in.

He didn't say anything else. He knew what he did, and he knew why you reacted the way you did as well, he couldn't blame you for having done what you did, but he wasn't regretful for what he did, either.

The words stuck in your throat, you wanted to say the same thing back to him, but after opening and closing your mouth a few times he got the hint, moving on with the conversation, you had a time limit, and he wanted to make the most out of it.

"Are you okay? How are things going?" Leon gently pushed you to sit down on your chair, going and taking his as well, his hand not letting go from yours, positioning positioning your linked hands on top of the table.

He didn't want to ask if you had moved on, he didn't want to know, he wanted to entertain the thought you still loved him as much as he loved you.

"Things are okay, I have a better job now, better apartment…" Better life... The words went by unsaid, but he caught onto the hint. Your voice almost didn't register to you as you spoke, your attention being kept on your joined hands on top of the table, his thumb rubbing circles on the back of your hand. "My friends contacted me again. At least, most of them did."

You wondered if you should also ask him how things are for him in prison, but you didn't know if you wanted to know, you didn't want to feel guilty again, you already felt it enough just by thinking of him, confined in this place.

You couldn't help but feel like you had done something bad. Leon wasn't a bad man, he just… Loved you too much.

Sometimes, it was hard for you to remember that said thought wasn't one of your own, but rather one that came as a result from the time you spent in the toxic relationship you had with Leon.

"I'm happy you're okay." He didn't, but there were guards watching the two of you. He doubted he would get out of prison early if he said everything he was thinking at the moment, everything he wanted to do, everything he needed to do. If he did, his hard efforts to behave over the course of the months there would go to waste, your trust in him would be beyond salvageable, probably.

The rest of the hour went just like that, with Leon letting you talk about anything and everything going on with your life, like he did when you two cuddled once he came back from one of his long work trios. He noticed as the tension seemed to leave your body, the familiarity in the action bringing you the comfort you had missed for quite some time. It seemed your trust in him would take a while to rebuild, but not as long as he expected, or you, in fact.

When your visitation hour ended and the guard called out to you both to go back to your respective paths, Leon hugged you again, not resisting to pull you into a kiss, one he missed way too much. You didn't resist against him either, thankfully, making him smile in the brief kiss.

"I love you." He said as you pulled back, him letting you do so, unwillingly. "So much, too much."

"I love you too." The words came out smoothly, naturally. It had been so long since you last said those words to him, it felt weird, like you weren't even supposed to say that.

He smiled in response, walking away from you slowly, glancing back every now and then as you also parted.

His plan was in action, you still loved him, that would make everything so much easier, you'd be back in his arms soon enough, then he'd be able to indulge in you and give you everything he hadn't been able to in so long.

He'd make sure there were no loopholes this time, this time, you wouldn't even want to leave.

Just you wait.