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hello! I read your yanlinks and wanted to know if can be possible some hc of the links (+deity and dark link) with darling taking mask as their child? like I always wanted to hug and punch the goddess for what the poor kid suffer, imagine that traumatized kid just being take of that doomed world and just the reader just âthis my child now, he will have the childhood all of you deserve but hadâ so they better accept it. sorry :( if you canât is okay
AHH OMG I LOVE THIS
ofc i can do this
thank you for sending this in-
so i didnât do headcannons (so sorry) but Iâll definitely write more with mask ((i had too much fun)) and could make hcs!!
Also, funfact, my hotel had to evacuate while i was writing this
TW: Yandere content
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There are few times you were separated from the chain anymore. As the trip progressed and their mental states began to spiral, you began to notice more and more how much theyâd begun to infringe on your time. There was always one of them there, vying, hoping, tripping over themselves if they could just be of use to you. It was because of that you couldnât leave. There were always eyes on you and a hand lingering somewhere on your skin.
A loving quirk, you may call it.
And youâd be willing to dismiss it if it were simply a matter of chanceâ there are plenty of them and one of you, it seems perfectly reasonable thereâd be someone near you at all times⊠right?
The time youâd returned from bathing without telling them only to find Wind backed into a tree explaining he didnât mean to lose sight of you says that thought is wrong. Time hardly ever yelled. Never at you and never again in your presence, but youâre reminded thinking back to that just how dangerous these boys are beneath their sweet smiles and reverent gaze.
And you may think that they simply wish to protect you. The woods are dangerous, afterall. The woods crawl with creatures that intend to bite. To take you and harm you.
Wind spent the rest of that night crying and huddled into you. He had not much more than a sliced lip, but he certainly was shaken. The others didnât do much to hide their glares, after all they were justified.
Werenât they?
They just wanted to keep you safe.
Itâs exactly those prior events that made this specific circumstance so⊠unsettling.
You were alone.
The woods were quiet.
There were no monsters.
Your legs were shaky and weak beneath you as your hands pulled you up. The bark on the tree youâd used for support was wet and the earth smelled of fresh rain. The back of your clothes stuck to your skin, the cold seeping in.
Slowly, the world began to move at a pace that made sense. You didnât realise until a gust of wind had shook the gnarled trees that the air was stagnant and dead.
Nor did you realise the sound of a hiccuping child, crying over the buzz of cicadas.
Internally, you struggled. This is the exact kind of fae trap youâd expect waking up in Hylia knows where, itâd be dumb to go blindly walking into that.
But the worst that could happen is you move from one cage to another, so your get began to tread across the muddy ground.
You certainly werenât expecting what you got.
A boy. A link. Curled up at the base of a tree, crying. The sight was rather painful to bear, his fragile shoulders shuddering as he tried to choke everything back. his face his scrunched up, and he bares a snarl that is missing a few teeth when you kneel to help.
âHello LiâŠâ You trail off, quite unsure how heâd react to seeing you know his name when he was already quite unhappy at being interrupted.
âHello, little oneâ You settle on that, pulling the sleeve of your shirt up and over your thumb to wipe the tears and snot off his face. Heâs backed into the tree as far as his legs can manage to push him. You pause to gather exactly who youâre looking at, and if thereâs anything to guess by the bright green tunic, ocarina and collection of masks, this is the young time youâd originally thought him to be.
âAre you alright? What happenedâ You try your hardest to soothe him, but itâs clear the distrust has already been so deeply woven within him. He just shakes his head and shoves you away.
So, without much else to do, you set up camp.
You talk aimlessly as you work, noticing that despite his stubborn silence, the young Link (Mask, as you decide to call him) was awfully perceptive. You hope, somewhere in his little mind, he can gather through your subpar attempts at starting a fire and your light-hearted ramblings that youâre not a threat. That the food you made was not poison and you were someone he could rely on.
You saw what the world had done to those boys.
Maybe you could help this one meet with a better fate.
Itâs hours into the night before heâs cheered up. He chews happily on some chicken skewers you made, the world easing its grip on him. He recounts his own tales about Epona and Navi, ones Time wouldnât usually be vulnerable enough to share. And even then he never spoke with such the same spark. This little boy in front of you, beaten down as he was, had so much life in him.
You would not let anyone take it from him.
Not Hylia, not the people, not whatever evil incarnate found him, not even the world.
He does nod off in time. Itâs far later than youâd expect his little body to endure, but he falls asleep slumped against you. It seems with just the notion of safety, he gave out.
Heâs just hardly light enough to carry, so you were able to unpack his bedroll and drape whatever fabric you could find to make a blanket.
The world goes sickeningly still again. The wind stopped and it felt as though the forest died. A voice, too loud and too encompassing cuts through the dead air. Itâs multiplied and shifting, as though it canât tell how it wishes to portray itself. Itâs thousands of people.
But also just one.
âHello, Little oneâ It mimicked your tone in every manner from soothing to mocking. You reach slowly to your side to grab your dagger.
âYou neednât be frightened. I have no need in harming youâ The voice comes from in front of you instead of behind you. Your breath is stagnant in your lungs the moment you think youâre caughtâ that Time had found you.
No. He had not.
But the deity had.
He stands, impossibly tall and almost incomprehensibly grand. He has no pupils in the vast whiteness of his eyes, but you know heâs looking at you. You know because something in you freezes up. He sets down his sword with a thump, the intertwined metal heavy and ebbing a sense of power equal to the man who wields it. You purse your lips to start sayingâ something, but he holds up a single hand in dismissal.
âI know who you are. I know why youâre hereâ He kneels across from you, the fire licking each contour of his bold features. Heâs comparable to many of the great roman or grecian statues, striking and yet too perfect to be human. The warm light casts his skin in a warm highlight to almost convince you that his body, his vessel holds warmth, but itâs the cold moonlight and the shadows that creep around his edges that remind you who it is youâre speaking with.
âYou truly must forgive my⊠abrupt course of action. The others left me without much time.â He quiets his voice, eventually managing to mimic something close enough to human. Itâs uncanny, but ignorable.
âSo⊠you know about-â You choke on the thought, âthe others?â It is quite odd that despite this being some split into the past he knows not just of you, but he knows youâ your situation.
âThe hero never truly ridded of me, you know.â His lips curl halfway between a snarl and a smile, âI was always there. Watching. Observing. Learning.â As he speaks, his words feel as if they curl around you, cinching in.
âIf I hadnât taken you when I did, it mightâve been fair to say you wouldâve been stuck.â Each syllable is sharp. Concise.
âWhat do you-â
âIâm sorry if youâre not feeling well. Time travel truly isnât something the mortal body is accustomed to. Especially into such an obscure timeline. But I had to be sure I kept you safe. Hidden.â
One cage for another.
âThere are no monsters in these woods anymore, my flower. Donât worry. I ensured itâ He whispers, that menacing grin branding into your mind.
But there was a monster in these woods.
Because not always are they agents of evil and incapable of causing anything but harm.
Sometimes they bare their teeth in grins. They take you and harm you. They hide their worst intentions behind sweetened tones and good intentions while they hold a knife to another.
#linked universe#legend of zelda#linkeduniverse#link x reader#linked universe x reader#link x you#yandere linked universe#x reader#firreplies#yandere linked universe x reader#lu fierce deity#yandere fierce deity link x reader#fierce deity x you#lu fierce deity x reader#fierce deity x reader#lu mask#mask gets a parent#two actually#yay!
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Could you write a yandere FD where reader finds his mask and accidentally frees him? I find the idea of him stalking reader after his freedom and reader being helpless to get help due to what he is.
Order up!
There really isnât enough FD stuff (that isnât smut) ((but also in general)) So here you go!
Edit: Part 2
tw: yandere, murder, slaughter of animals, blood/gore
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The deity despised what he had come to. A being of such pure power, capable of ripping Termina away from Hyrule thread by thread, was now bound to not much more than a piece of wood. The feeble fears of incapable gods now made a mockery of who and what he was. His prison was bleached and painted with the same war patterns that defined his godliness with the eyes empty for its wearer. Two blank spots âweak spotsâ in the mask. For when they bound his form to such fragility, there was something of a loophole left behind. The hallowed eyes allowed the wearer to see, and believe they had some control over their actions as his consciousness began to muddle with their own. You see, within the mask there were no holes allowing them âthe wearerâ to breathe. Because while they wore the mask, likeness of his own face, they didnât realise the rotting wood begin to mingle with their skin. None of them did. Too hungry for more of the power he could provide and blood he could spill they hardly realized what they were becoming. The paint was always the first to merge with the new wearer, the pigments staining the skin as a faint, ever fading âbut never truly goneâ reminder of what he was. The hair came next. Silvery white strands mixing with their own around their fringe, framing their face, much similar to his own now. Last was the eyes. Not many kept the mask long enough to ever really hand themselves fully over to him, but his conscience would continue to invade nonetheless. No one held the power to hold him captive in their minds, so a corpse they were rendered. Their eyes would lose their iris, and as the wearer weakened, their eyes would become vast pools of stark white. He heard in the travelersâ wisdom that eyes were the doorway to the soul. Perhaps that was why the eyes were the last part of a person he was bled into. His final act to them was conquering their souls. Where once, double helix sword in hand, he would have slain any thing âliving or otherwiseâ where once he couldâve conquered anything, now he was left to the slow trickle of energy from collected souls.
Heâs first made aware of you by your gentle touch. You fingers cup the edge of his face âwhat was of it now anywayâ and attempt to make sense of who it was you were looking at. Perhaps is was they no longer worshipped him in Termina. Centuries could slip by him in this form and heâd not know better. Hand in hand with that, the paint on his mask could very well be greyed and chipped beyond recognition. Immortality was always more faulty than the mortals made it seem. While boredom could be sated with bloodshed and war, it was aging that couldnât be so simply ignored. Despite the fact his consciousness was as it was from the second he was bound into what he was, it didnât stop the wood from rotting nor the paint from chipping and fading. Much he was like the warrior constellations in the sky. While consistent across the birth and death of many civilizations, slowly he died with them. Not in the final splatter of blood like the matter of mortality, but it was death in all the way that matters. Perhaps Hylia proved that you can kill a god. Sure, she may have âkilledâ demise, but cyclically, he was still her tormentor. With Fierce, his form was weak. Too weak to hold him further. Much like the mortals who believed they could shoulder the weight, this form would too crack and rot beneath the earth. His point still stood that in spite of every possible factor that your serenity shouldnât have met with his ruthlessness, youâd defied fate nonetheless.
By your grace he loved to watch you. Mounted on the fireplace, he could see everything in your tiny cabin. He could watch you cook food for yourself, sing as you cleaned the dishes afterward, and especially the fact you often would fall asleep on the couch meant he could spend even longer admiring the curves of your face. You were incomparably precious to the world. He remembers the days of his youth in divinity, freshly given his purpose. Heâd killed many in those days, like an executioner whoâs axe discriminated against none. The worship he once had, the temples heâd once been graced with, the concubines left for him⊠Perhaps he wanted more than to watch you. Being so close to what he wanted, truly wanted, made him antsy. And youâd live through life like youâd not known better. Youâd talk to people where he couldnât monitor to keep you safe, youâd leave the protection he offered. Heâd long for you while you sat just out of reach, tempting him to try something. And so he did. It seems years of rot made the wood fragile.
You were honestly quite disappointed the mask had broke. The wood was splintered across the floor, and with how old it was, it really wasnât worth saving. Still, you collected the bits from across the floor and kept moving. The forest was still and quiet as you traveled, the wind would whistle in the trees and a murder of crows crowded around you. Unfortunately, you had no bread or shinies to spare aside from a small green rupee, which they normally wouldâve cawed and kicked around. Instead, their beady eyes watched you, huddled high in the trees as you waded through the forest. You could feel their eyes on you the whole way past.
The dead animals on your doorstep are not only mildly concerning, given their split open ribs, but incredibly creepy the longer it goes on. Clearly whoever was doing this was stubbornly persistent given their notes in a not very decipherable language. At first they left you a crow, the day they watched you. It had a small ring in its leg you didnât bother to touch. The next was a badger, followed by fox, then an elk. Now, it was entirely beyond you whoâd collect that many animals carcasses âyouâd doubted they were hunted, given the large lacerations across their torsosâ but it wasnât much flattering. It wasnât until youâd caved and cooked one of the elks and theyâd kept giving you more that youâd considered they were trying to feed you. Sweet as that was, no one person had a use for that much elk. No one person could hunt that much elk. No person would see it right to draw a sigil in blood on the back wall of someoneâs house in elk blood. No one person would help you.
You were still beautiful as you slept. He was glad now you were his spouse, though it did take you a while to get used to his courting. It was for the best though, you were well fed and protected now, more than any mortal man could hope to provide you with. He did enjoy killing all your other suitors. That tradition was always entertaining.
#linked universe#yandere fierce deity link x reader#fierce deity x reader#fierce deity x you#lu fierce deity x reader#yan!fierce deity
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ððððð ð¢ðð ðððð ðððð¢ ððððððððð ðððð¢ ððð ðððð (ðððð ðððð¢ ð»ððð ðð ððððð ððð ððð..) ð¢ðð ððð ð ðððððð¢ ððð¢ððððð.
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ððð ðððððððð ðð ðððð, ððð ð ðð ððð.
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ð¶ðð ð¢ððð ðð ðððð£ððððððð..
ðððð ðððð ð ððððððððð ððððððððð, ððð ð ððð ðððð ð ðððð.
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#yandere link#yandere boy x reader#yandere#male yandere#yandere link x reader#yandere x you#yandere fierce deity#yandere fierce deity link#yandere fierce deity link x reader#link#link x reader#fierce deity link#link x you#link x y/n#fierce deity link x you#fierce deity link x y/n#link x chubby reader#link x chubby you#link x chubby y/n#fierce deity link x chubby y/n#fierce deity x you#fierce deity x chubby reader
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Ough... yk?
Link finds himself in an unfortunate spot after being sent to Minoue Village to investigate some strange goings on with their surrounding environments. It's not often you're attacked by another hunter, let alone a wyverian.
Includes a colored and non-colored version coz I wasn't sure how much I liked the coloring.
#loz au#monhun#monhun au#monhun x loz#Fierce Deity#Link#Minoue (Elgado)#Nayim (Elgado)#White Serpent of Minoue Village#ballad-art#fire under elgado#little peek at the story ovo#The village FD hangs around was almost an anagram of monsoon (like sonomo or smth) to fit his storm theme but Minoue sounded better#sometimes you just gotta pin a Link to the ground yk
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ships .. (ocarina of time/majora's mask) link/reader, fierce deity/reader.
content .. the boys (separately) with a reader who feeds them well, and the fruits of their loving labor.
warnings .. unedited. no pronouns used (you/your). reader is implied to have more meat on their bones (vaguely). reader is in their housespouse era and they aren't even married (legally). non-graphic vomit and forgetting to eat mentioned (link). link and fierce deity are taller than reader. fierce deity is named aram for writings sake. reader is implied to be a god of sorts (fierce deity). fierce deity is literally my oc at this point.
notes .. my schnookums thought they could have big cheeks and get away from me? my cutie patooties thought that i wouldn't write about them eating right? my pookie bears thought that i wouldn't fulfill my duties as their #1? my baby faced sweethearts thought i wouldn't spend 2hrs looking for pictures like those? my favorite white boys? my honeybuns? my hollywood stars? my sugarpies?
i'll eat them. omnom
LINK has always been rather thin. That was especially the case when he was a child. Something about a Kokiri child's diet not fitting what a Hylian needed always kept him frail.
When you both were children, he had quickly gotten used to you plucking his arm when it was idle to compare his lack of fat to your surplus.
(He never minded. He always looked forward to being reminded why he put one foot in front of the other every day during his fight against Ganon, or repeated cycle after cycle when it came to Majora.)
(Funnily enough, you had always made fun of him for being shorter than you as a child as well. You always mentioned he needed to drink more milk and eat more cuccos so he'd one day pass you.)
It was when you were able to cook more than simple meals and wouldn't risk burning down your cottage that you would invite (force) Link over more often than you already have.
Link had always tried to limit his visits to when he absolutely needed to. Free food, bed, shelter, care, supplies, clothes, bathes (the list was endless), and whatnot were always appreciated, but he never wanted to become to comfortable lest he wake up one day (or night. Or afternoon. His internal clock was always ruined when it came to sleeping at your cabin) and decide not return to the world outside.
He does his best to turn down any seconds, or thirds, or fourths, or fifths, and so on you may offer him when he does stay long enough for you to finish whatever extravagant meal you made just for him.
Past experiences often make him sick (with trauma or physically) and result in him vomiting his food, but there's always more from you to replace what he had just eaten and the meal before (if he remembered to eat it).
What he can't finish at the table (or on the sofa, or in the bed), he takes with him when he leaves. Link is respectful in all meanings of the word and hates to leave anything to waste.
When it comes to thanks, he either finds ways to help around your cottage or brings back items from new regions for you to cook. Whether it be repairing the busted bathroom door you've been complaining about before fixing your water faucet so the pressure is what you want it to be, or bringing back a spice the Gorons specialize in you've mentioned wanting to try, Link typically feels his gifts fall lackluster when compared to your treatment of him.
(He trusts your skill and creativity enough to know you won't poison him on accident. He never brings back any recipes or instructions either if it's not a dangerous material.)
(He's always excited to try whatever new dish you've concocted, so his only condition is that you wait for his return to cook whatever it is he brought you. "A celebration, of sorts," he calls it.)
A look in a lone puddle had told him his cheeks had gotten fatter. He supposes he now understands why he was refused entry into one of the pubs when he had to retrieve Malon and Cremia's uncle.
He had noticed that the details of his arms were less visible through his shirts when a Goron had pinched one,â not in the same way you did when you were youngerâ he had mentioned that he had an amount of muscle and fat to be proud of before asking him to join a tournament. Any attempts prior to were quickly shut down.
During a day of horseback archery with the Gerudo, the sweltering sun had gotten to him enough that he had to remove his tunic and the shirt underneath to feel some sort of relief. One of the women who were training him took a look at his stomach and nodded approvingly, mentioning that he should praise his soon-to-be spouse for feeding him so well.
The last nail in the coffin came when he was riding Epona into Castle Town. His tunic felt uncomfortably small and his tights (curse those damned tights) felt as thought they were stretched more across the expanse of his thighs than they usually were.
He's back in your cottage when he finally vocalizes his thoughts, preferring you to any other tailor or seamstress in the country. "I've gotten to big for my clothes," he either sighs or signs to you while eating. His gaze held a thousand yards in them, idly watching his clothes move with the wind.
The tunic, hat, tights, boots hang outside the window on a string connected to your shed. They had to be washed after a (admittedly well-plannedâ even if they don't think) ambush by a hoard of chu-chus.
You throw a hazy look to them before returning to the bowl you were tirelessly mixing. You were making dinner, he thinks, or maybe it was in preparation for the big breakfast you were making with the variety of bread from the Gerudo he brought back.
You'd already given him a large snack earlier.
The thought makes him look down at the plate in his lap. Every spot of it was filled and piled with bread, and eggs, and meats, and jams. He couldn't see the white bottom of it even as he pushed and prodded around.
He takes a bite of it gratefully.
"I saw you before you left not even three days ago. You fit everything fine enough to me." At some point you had stopped stirring and held the bowl out to him. Link grabs something off the plate and dips it in without a thought, eating it before responding with a hum of approval. "I can make adjustments to then, if you'd like."
You leave the bowl with him before attending to something on the stove.
"Please," he responds, halfway through another bite of the (what he now recognized as) Gerudo bread and cocoa dip you had made. "Different pants would be nice, though. It'd be a nice excuse to finally get rid of those tights." Both tasted sweet by themselves, he realized, but left a calmer aftertaste that he'd like to savor.
"You've always hated the tights," you hum in response, moving from the stove to the coolers that he'd built you after bringing you a large fish that only lived in Zora's Domain. "What would you want to move on to now? Leggings? Shorts?"
Link watches you remove a pitcher from one of the coolers. He isn't sure how long it's been in there (he doesn't even remember watching you make it), but he assumes you took some ice out so the pink liquid wouldn't freeze over into complete ice.
He watches you try to take a cup from one of the cupboards, watching you struggle to grab his favorite one from the higher shelves.
He stands from the chair sat just outside the kitchen (he liked to watch you cook when you had the time), placing the bowl and plate on one of the many cleared counters (you liked to clean as you worked), and grabs the cup for you.
Link lowers his head with his hand when he hands the cup off, head resting upon the crown of yours as he watches you pour the pink liquid into it, idle arms wrapping around your waist as he makes some slick comment about eating enough milk and cuccos for your liking.
You don't elbow him in the stomach like you might have when you were younger and he doesn't hold the cup above your head teasingly like when he was younger to (â then again, he had to climb a counter to get it out of your reach.)
Instead, you wordlessly pass the cup back to him and he wordlessly drinks it despite not knowing what it was.
He likes it, as he does all your works, and notes how it was both sweet and sour. A taste that fills both his childhood need for sweet all the time and his older palate's need for other tastes.
Handing the cup back, Link tilts his head so he can press a kiss to your crown. "Anything you'd think I'd look good in," he finally responds, the flavor of the moment leaving a tooth-achingly sweet taste on his tongue.
ARAM is often humbled in your abode.
He may have acted arrogant to others in his younger years and horrifyingly aloof now that he's a more seasoned god, but he never failed to (willingly) crumble to his knees when in your presence during either times of his life.
He had no need for the sustenance mortals require, prayers and whispers of his name were always good enough for him, but he'd kiss the ground you walk on if it meant you'd bless him with another food you've created (he already does).
Aram is the provider to your fire-lit home, an arrangement the two have been living by for as long as he can remember.
He is the sword to your shield. The arrow to your quiver. The moon to ever burning sun (which he did create for you, after all). The wound for your gauze. The life to your worldâ and one cannot live peacefully without the other.
Your food had quickly become an addiction to Aram. He'd eat as much as often as he could, giving little response to when questioned why he loves it so much.
("Because it comes from your hands," he once explained hours later when you were sleeping. "Your hands, that create all. That nourish all it touches and replenishes all that is extinct. I am your antithesis, and I must destroy that which I love."
(You never had the heart to ask again.)
He has enough sense to slow his eating around you. One concerned comment about him choking was enough for him to indulge in needless your wishes, but a question regarding its taste had him eating like a mortal.
His relationship with food prior to getting hooked onto yours was brief and filled with obligation. He never ate to feel full, only to make the people he was fighting with shut up and leave him out of whatever conversation they were having.
It never lingered in his stomach like a warm fireplace that others had described it as. It never made him warm and filled with love. It never gave him the energy he needed to keep fighting.
It just went through his digestive tract (why did he even have one?) and disappeared like an heavy smog finally dispersed by a strong gust of wind before he had to fight again.
When a war was over, you always came. You took the battle-shaken soldiers away when it was their time and healed their ailments if they were able to withstand everything. You went through war-stricken cities and set everything as they should have been. You feed and clothe and bandage and sew and reunite and Aram isn't sure why he lingered.
He's seen the effects of what you can do long after you've left. He knows of the good you're capable of doing just as much as he knows the bad he can cause.
He craves your touch when he sees it at its peak. He indulges himself when he sees it first-hand.
Aram understands what the soldiers mean when you beckon him closer and offer him food, uncaring of how he stands tall above all else.
The soup warms his insides. The flavor resides on his tongue hours after he's finished it. His energy, though far from depleted, had made him feel as though he were a youngling again.
He craves more.
The addiction to your presence and your food (and subsequently, you) had started then. It's an event he could easily recall when asked, one he would happily recount to you if you ever forgot where his devotion to you started.
Meeting after a war or battle had become frequent enough that he had finally learned your name; not some silly alias those who followed you often referred to you as. He felt like one of those lovesick children soldiers talk about, tripping over himself and his words.
He's curious to you, an admirer more than a stalker, fortunately. When he wasn't on the battlefront, he was always hovering around as you worked, busying his hands with whatever task you've given him after noticing his lack of mortality.
You treated him well; doing so even after the era of wars were long gone and he was seldom needed. You cared for him as though he were one of the many wounded soldiers with no family to return to once all was done and saidâ and to an extent, he was.
He's eating when you bring attention to his softer thigh.
You were reading to him, a romantic thriller that held as much of his attention that your captivating voice did. His gaze focused heavily on you, watching as you lick your lips after each page, how your eyes rake over the page to ensure the tone you speak the next sentence in is correct. He notes how you shift less often, how he doesn't have to move you further up his lap so you can lean against his stomach.
"It's not as painful to sit on you anymore." Aram doesn't think that line was in the book, but he doesn't mention it. It dawns that you were talking to him when you look up, using your finger as a bookmark as you closed the book around it. "Have you gained weight?"
He's a big man; it's a fact he's known since the beginning of his existence. He has large arms, muscles well know for how he snatched prey up to bring back to you. His height made it a simple feat to reach into the trees and capture any avian you wanted to experiment with that night. His legs that would stomp on any fish swimming downstream during a day at the lake you suggested.
He was sculpted by the Goddesses themselves. If they hadn't meant for his body to change along with his lifestyle, they wouldn't have designed him to dough.
(He'd never be ashamed in the fact either. He was contented knowing he had someone to dote over him constantly; a sentiment he had gained after recalling a conversation with wedded soldiers.)
(Also, the prospect of defacing what the Goddesses had long since disgraced was exciting, in a way.)
Aram doesn't look at himself, already well-acquainted with his body as his brow raises in amusement. "You feed me well, My Grace," he responds with a peck on your temple, "I would hope to become more comfortable for your pleasure." He refused to stop eating as he indulged you in conversation, the leg you sat on jumping once in place of his busy hands.
You hum that sweet, quiet hum of yours that Aram has come to associate with your contentedness (he aimed to hear to several tomes every day). Removing yourself from his lap, discarding the novel to the side as you raise your hands to cup his cheeks. "It suits you. You look healthy. Happy."
"Did I look ill before?"
You don't fluster as you might have like in your younger years. He's honored to have grown alongside you, reminiscent of the older couples you've both watched and escorted when he was still an active god.
The same filling feeling your food gives him fills his heart. The lingering sense of peace that he felt since meeting you dancing through his body when your thumbs rub the apples of his cheeks, the softest and fondest gaze anyone's ever given him in your eyes.
"No," you answer in a quiet voice only he'd be able to hear. "Never. You've always looked perfect."
And Aram has never been more thankful that he separated himself from the Goddesses as he preens under your touch. Never been more thankful that he lingered after the war was done. Never been more thankful that he had readjusted his psyche to more readily accept your gifts and affection.
He frees a hand to cradle to back of your head, a threat to all that aren't you, and brings you beneath his chin in a protective gesture. "As have you," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. "And as you always will be."
#there's a mental health stat for link in oot/mm now.#the only way to keep it up (and him in good shape) is to go back and visit his s/o's house often and interact with them <3#(you are immediately entered into one of those cutscenes with the grandma that tells the story of the giants from majoras mask-- but instead#of only telling you stories; you get to watch them do domestic things)#unless sky and wind have some photos dropped that reveal they have fat cheeks 2 im never doing this again#i am my oc. my ocs love language is food. i cannot cook.#elvira's notebook#legend of zelda x reader#loz x reader#linked universe x reader#lu x reader#ocarina of time x reader#majora's mask x reader#mm x reader#x reader#link x reader#fierce deity x reader#legend of zelda link x reader#loz link x reader#legend of zelda fierce deity x reader#loz fierce deity x reader#linked universe link x reader#lu link x reader#linked universe fierce deity x reader#lu fierce deity x reader#time x reader#legend of zelda time x reader#loz time x reader#linked universe time x reader#lu time x reader
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I was just thinking about it.
Imagine you travel with the Fierce deity, this bulking demon god who acts as your protector, and helps you fight.
He rarely speaks, but you say you got a good read in his subtle body language. Youâd also say you love to tease him and get on his nerves a lot.
Whether thatâs stupid stunts, or making dumb jokes.
But you couldnât help but grin at him as he glares at you.
âYou wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid.â Your voice smug in your declaration.
Only for a sharp gasp to leave you as he corners you to a tree, the rough bark against your back not even phasing you, as you focus purely on the over 7ft man bending over you.
Caging you between him and the tree.
Bending over to be eye level with you.
âSo what if I do?â His deep, gravely voice ringing in your ears.
He tilts his head to the side, his nose just barely brushing against yours as he gets closer to your face.
Those empty eyes of his glowing in the setting sun.
He smirks, chuckling softly before standing back to his full height and walking back to camp.
Leaving you gasping for air and stunted.
You can feel your face burning, and your heart pounding against your chest.
By the goddesses you want that man.
#legend of zelda x you#legend of zelda x reader#loz x reader#loz fierce deity#loz fierce deity x reader#legend of zelda fierce deity x reader#loz fd x reader#heâs all Iâve been thinking about rn#heâs all I want and more#fierce deity x reader
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ðI have perfect request for you⊠I would like a Fierce Deity Link! BEN Drowned with Hylia! Goddess! Female Y/Nð (I love this so much, have a wonderful day/night!ð)
For this request, let's do a few things. Let's say that you are not Zelda, or a reincarnation of Hylia or Zelda (who is a reincarnation of Hylia), but the Hylia herself. Here are some headcanons and a mini story (if you like it, I might be able to turn it into a series).
Remembering that my English is not perfect, I feel a lot :v Also, I only did the fierce deity link one because I missed the Ben drowned one, so I'm sorry too
Your wish is an order!
ð±ððððð ð¯ðððð ð·ððð ðððð ð³ðððð! ð²ðððððð! ðœððððð
Fierce Deity Link:
âbeing the deity himself, Fierce would have a greater respect for you, let's say he respects you more than any other deity.
âI believe Fierce would be somewhat doubtful if you wanted to have a relationship with him. He would be questioning why, like, "She is literally a goddess, one of the creators of this land I'm standing on!! And she simply wants to go out with me?!"
âbut let's say Fierce is also a deity, he would also be wondering why you would be dating someone like him when there are better options (it's not insecurity, just doubt). Something like, "She is the freaking creator of this land and she wants to go out with me, me? I'm not even at the feet of a goddess like her."
âA softie, I believe he would be as affectionate as possible, trying to make you feel comfortable in some way. He would also prioritize your safety, even if you know how to fight (let's say you do), he would still protect you and be concerned, even if you are stronger than him (because you're a goddess XD).
âThe type of attentive person, for sure. Let's say you're telling a story about something that happened, he'll be listening to every detail. If you ask if you're talking too much, he'll say something like, "Your voice is too precious, I'd feel like trash if I didn't adore listening to you every second you speak," all with that sexy look and a gentle smile.
âSpeaking of sexy... I believe Fierce is the kind of person who would take things slow, if you know what I mean. He doesn't want to hurt you, he just wants you to feel good. He finds your body stunning, in his words, "There's nothing to fear, angel, your body is a paradise to look at," all with a husky voice.
âI believe he's a waist man, so at any moment, he might come up from behind and grab you by the waist, just to rest his chin on your head.
âIn terms of height, I believe he's quite tall, and when I say tall, I mean really tall. So, he kind of loves that you're smaller compared to him, of course, with the respect that you're practically a goddess, but he just finds your height adorable and won't accept any complaints about it.
âI imagine him picking you up by the waist and lifting you to his head, for you to sit and for him to feel his head between your thighs, nothing sexual, just adorable.
"You had me worried!" said the armored man as he held your shoulders, shaking them in despair. "I told you I'd be fine, you don't need to worry," you replied."But your safety is so important to me, what would I do if I lost you?" he says, sighing as he stood up and removed his hands from your shoulders, looking down. "You know I can very well protect you," you reply.
"Yes, I know, but you also know I'm strong enough to protect myself, that was nothing," you say as you approach the boy.
"Even so, I still don't like knowing that you could get hurt at any moment... it's just..." He can't finish the sentence, hugging you as he puts his head on your neck, taking a deep breath.
"Just be careful next time, please," he says, letting go, making you smile as you run your hand down his back, returning the hug.
"I will."
"I love you," he says as he steps back, looking into your eyes while placing a hand on your cheek, smiling as his cheeks turn pink.
"I love you too, Fierce," you reply.
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ðððð#fierce deity x reader#fierce deity#linked universe#loz link#legend of zelda#tloz#goddess hylia#zelda#princess zelda#loz dark link#link x reader#link x you#yandere fierce deity link
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I am hugging the shit out of your fierce deity in my head rn he deserves the best things in life
Thank you! He def does and he appreciates your hug!
#.bea's art#fierce deity x reader#100 followers doodle event#thank you for being patient!#yeah some stuff was changed up uwu
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Instagram saw this first but might as well post it here. Eiji and Fierce being loving husbands <3
They're my silly moon and sun coded ship, they are soulmates, they will always find each other in every universe âïžðð€
Eiji pronouns: He/They.
Follow me on Instagram @manjuartx I'm more active there.
#manjuartx fierce#manjuartx eiji#manjuartx FierceEiji#oc x cc#oc x canon#fierce deity x oc#fierce deity link#fierce deity#they have been married since forever and they're still in their honeymoon phase#oh my god i love them#please do not repost#EIJI I LOVE YOU YOU'RE MY FAVORITE OC AUGHHH#Manjuartx LinkEiji
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I wrote a rough draft for a Pre SS Hylia x FD tragic romance story and I was *actually* able to write an ending umm-
#lola rambles#hylia x Fierce Deity#okay um i actually feel kinda invested in this#i thought this brain rot would be over by now#um guess not#sooo#i guess im going to write it?#idk#probably#there are like 12 Hyeity fics on ao3#you know what?#im going to stick with that ship name i like it#anyway#yeah only 12 or somethin#i want to contribute to the cause#becausd tbh the potential for these two ð#im just saying idk why its a rare pair#i swear if my brain rot goes away in the mist of writing this story ima gonna be pissed#fr this all just stared because i was blanking out then i thought:#hylia x FD..?#lol nah#then was#wait actually WRITE THAT DOWN-#i already dug up a lot of zelda lore#all from wiki so you KNOW its all true ð#seriously tho#im going to write this fic#holy fucking cow these are a lot of tags#im gonna shut up now
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Reader: "So eventually I'm like- alright"
Reader: "Being nice doesn't work, being nice gets me stalkers" *side eyes the chain*
Reader: "Being mean gets me crazy men who are attached to crazy woman" *side eyes dink*
Reader: "I'm just gonna ignore y'all now *walks away while fierce deity follows behind them*
Reader: (AND THEY LIKE THAT TOO!) *turns around and yells* LEAVE ME ALONE!
Yan!Chain and all the extras is essentially just a cult. Someoneâs too nice? Theyâre getting a very stern talking to. Someone too judgmental? Getting called out immediately. Someone too rude? Well, I hope they have good locks. Considering youâve got anywhere from 10 to like 12 heroes, the shadow king and quite literally God, the sky could come falling down and youâd be surviving and thriving.
Oh? And Guide AU? Yeah youâre never leaving. Donât even try. You wonât get far. They wonât let you leave again. Why would they even try to keep living if not for you?
#firreplies#linked universe#legend of zelda#linkeduniverse#link x reader#link x you#yandere linked universe#linked universe x reader#yandere linked universe x reader#yandere link x reader#x reader#lu dink#dinkxreader#fierce deity#fierce deity x you#y/n#yandere#yandere fierce deity link x reader#firâs library
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Hellooooo? Is anyone alive? Is ok if you do... A part two of the yandere fierce deity? Please?
Order up!
Ngl this was actually really difficult to write! Yâall seemed to like Part one, so hereâs the continuation!
Tw: Described murder and violence, obsession
Hope you enjoy~
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The sigil had since faded from the back wall of your home. It had taken many moons and many storms before the blood had truly faded. But it wasnât gone. You picked up on the marking more and more, the swooping V shape with two lines intercepting. You saw it carved into the trees you tapped for sap, in the bones of the elks still left at your door and âperhaps most concerningâ scratched into your skin. You awoke to it after awaking from a nap, and it came with a sense of all-consuming numbness. You bled, despite no knife piercing your skin and felt a hollow pain looking at the wound⊠but the gash itself was not painful. The scab on your palm itched as you walked through the markets, and despite switching the hand that held the basket, it only seemed to worsen. An itch is not bad so much as it is annoying. An instinctive feeling to pick and prod until a disturbance is removed. But the sensation has festered into thorns digging into your nerve with every graze of anotherâs hand.
âThatâll be⊠300 totalâ The farmer handed over the produce youd carefully picked out, a frown of dismay pulling at your lips.
âThatâs double last timeâ His smile faltered and his eyes darted far behind you, glassing over for a moment. He breathed out until his lungs had no more to give and his lips fell shut. It was only when you were about to turn around to see what had enraptured him that his tongue farted over his lips and he picked back up where heâd left off
âSorry you must understand, itâs-â His voice faded into the chatter of the crowd, a low hum fading into the back of your mind with a throbbing pain. So much for living here all your life, there was no reason for produce to cost half your wages. Itâs not like anyone in this hamlet made much, nor was there any reason for one to struggle. The is community held up on its ties, it's only as useful as its people make it.
âKeep- Just keep it.â You wouldâve felt bad at the way he sunk in on his feet with upset, but it was beyond your responsibility to help. Not without proper food in your stomach. Youâd need to forage if you had near any hopes of not starving through the week. And so, basket in hand, you returned to the eerie empty of the wood.
The thicket was empty. The berry bushels had since been picked clean by the birds and the wild sprouts trampled or rotted in the soil. It was foolish of you to hope that perhaps whoever kept leaving you meat âyour only source of sustenanceâ could provide you with something that could possibly go with it. Your spice cupboard is beginning to run dry and you had nothing aside from the carcass left behind to prepare.
âIf only I had some potatoes⊠carrots⊠something- anything!â You threw your wicker basket to the ground, the thin fibres crackling. Anger burned within the humid draws of your breath, seeping into your lungs and through your blood and settling among your being. Thunder rolled in the far distance, but the wind had already made its way to you. The whispery gusts combed through the long grasses and shook the old trees, the wood croaking and groaning. The path back home was no different than it had been recently. No humdrum that followed life, only the cawing of crows. But, rather disappointingly, even they had disappeared as of late. The shadowing of the storm mounted atop your already heavy-hung gloom. It seemed as if every living thing, even those that surpassed mortality had vacated the forest. And as you pushed inward to the unkempt of the wild, you could only feel like you were leaving yourself to the execution block. Your legs faltered and trampled, your limbs felt stiff. And like a corpse of those slaughtered, you fell.
The deity knew that mortals were cruel. He didnât need much knowledge about the world to know that fact. With such a gift of consciousness, Hyliaâs creations were tainted with such bitter malice. That is what made them mortal. Their innate ability to surpass their better moral to kill and to hurt. He saw it every time someone used the likeness of his face. He saw the blood. He felt their driveâ to stick cool, unforgiving metal within another. To crack and break and destroy the fragility of the world. The fragility of other people. Hunt or be hunted as it was. There was no matter for if they were above animalistic intent, for they were every bit predator and prey as the wolves and the rabbits. That is why he is so keen on protecting you. Only you have been so kind and pure âA divine among mortals, heâs certainâ and such purity can only be tainted within a world so vile. The mortals even admit to it. Making their societies guard such fragility from the maw of itself. It was only himself he could trust to be your guard. Only he could be trusted to deliver you from such a system. He knew the cruelty of mortals upon one another. But for you to be denied sustenance? That was sacrilegious. Did they not understand that they were blessed to have been with you? If that was such a case then perhaps they werenât worth the salvation you offered. The wretched mortals should bow at your feet, stumble over eachother and themselves to leave you offerings. For one to deny themselves such a right is to deny oneâs god. And so, as the twists of his blade delicately carved out the heart of the worthless farm boy, he hoped this would serve a sufficient offering. He could afford to spend more time with you tonight with the stormâs onset. The rain would do most of the work cleaning the blood. The body would mingle from the earth from whence it came and be no more. Maybe if the damned was lucky, his blood could nurture the soil to make plants that you could eat from. Maybe then heâd have paid penance for his sins. Heart and produce in hand, he displayed them all lovingly in your discarded wicker basket and left it looped around the elk horn. He held his offering in one arm and your limp body in the other, carrying you the way to your little temple. The basket was hastily discarded upon the porch âthough he doubted you cared much about the presentationâ and he tucked you into bed. On his exit he wrangled the body so it would be easier for your untrained limbs to carry indoors. Offerings should be prepared to the highest degreeâ and you only deserved the best. Heâd deliver the world to you exactly as youâd expected of him. Although the procurement of spices would certainly take a while longer, heâd meet your demands in full. Such is whatâs expected of him as heâs courting you. Such is the way of devotion.
#yandere link x reader#link x reader#fierce deity x reader#yandere fierce deity link x reader#fierce deity x you#yan!link x reader
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ð¹ððð ððððð ð ðððð ððððð ððððð ððððâð ððððð ðð ðððð ð¢ðð ððð¢ ð¢ððð ððð ðððð¢ððð..
ðœð!
ðœðŸ!
ðœðŸ!?
áá!?
N̶ÍÌÍÌÍÌ«OÌžÌÍÍÍÌÍÌÌÍ̹̳!?! N̶ÍÌÍÌÍÌ«OÌžÌÍÍÍÌÍÌÌÍ̹̳!?! N̶ÍÌÍÌÍÌ«OÌžÌÍÍÍÌÍÌÌÍ̹̳!?!
ð·ðŽ ð²ð°ðœâð ð»ðŽð ððŸð ð¶ðŸ... ððððð!!
âðð¡ ðð®ð ðððð« ð²ðšð® ðð«ð ð¬ððð²ð¢ð§ð , ð«ð¢ð ð¡ð ð¡ðð«ð ð°ð¢ðð¡ ðŠðâ ðð ðððð ðð ð ðððððððð ðððð.
âð-ðððð«..â ð¢ðð ðððððððððð.
âððð¬ ðŠð² ðððð«â ðð ðððððð ðð ð ððððððððð ðððððð.
âð°ð¡ðð ðð¡ð ð¡ðð¥ð¥ ððšðð¬ ð¡ð ðŠððð§ ðððð«!..â ð¢ðð ððððððð ðð ð¢ðð ðððððððððððððð¢ ððð ðððð ððððð ðððâð.
ð·ð ððððð ðððð ðððð.
ðŸðœðŽ ð±ðžð.
âðð¡ðð ðð«ð ð²ðšð® ððšð¢ð§ð ðððð«~â ð¡ð ð¬ðð¢ð ðð¬ ð¡ð ðð«ð¢ðð ðð ðððð ððð ðððð.
ð·ð ðððâð ððððð ð¢ðð ððð.
ð·ðŽ ð²ð°ðœâð.
âDÌžÌÌÌÌ̻̌Ì̺ÌÍÍeÌ·ÍÍÌÌÌÌ¿ÌÍ̳ÍÌÍÌÍÍaÌžÌÌÌ r̵ÍÍḬ́̚ÌÌ!?â ðᅵᅵ ðððð ðððððð¢ ððððððð ððððððð ððððððð.
ðŒð¢ ððððð ðððððð ðð ðð¢ ððððð ðð ð ððð.
ð±ðð ð ððððð ð ððððððð ðððð ððð ððððððð¢ ðððððð ðð ððð ððð ðððððð.
ð·ð ððððð ðð ðððððððð ðð ðð ðð¢ ððððððð ð ððð ðŒðððððð
ððððð ððððð ðð ðð ð ððð ðð ðð ðð¢ ðð¢ðð
âðððð ððð-â ð ð ðð ððð ððð ðð ðð ðððð ððð ððððð ðððð ðððð ðð ðððððð ðð ððððð¢.
âðð²ð ðð²ð ðŠð² ðððð² ðððð«â ðð ðððð ðð ððððð¢ððððð ð ððð ðððð...
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Heyyy guys dont worry there will be another part and im sorry i havent posted i have been dealing with some stuff and iâll try to keep u guys updated!
#link x reader#link x y/n#link x you#yandere#yandere link#yandere link x reader#male yandere x you#yandere boy#yandere boy x reader#yandere x reader#fierce deity#fierce deity link x y/n#yandere fierce deity link#fierce deity link x you#fierce deity link x chubby y/n#yandere fierce deity link x reader#fierce deity link#deity link#smut#yandere x you
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Fanart for a fanfiction that's about Botw Link reawakening with all his memories as the Fierce Deity. Itâs Hylia(Zelda) x FD and you know I'm all over that, absolutely insane for them. It's called "End of Time" on Ao3 and Wattpad by Makuro767, highly recommend. It has me by the throat, I love my blonde demon man
#oni link#fierce deity link#fierce deity#the legend of zelda#tloz#my art#digital art#zelda fanart#loz botw#link fanart#link botw#zelda breath of the wild#botw
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helloo is it okay if i request a fierce deity x reader (romantic) where the reader is going through a tough time and fierce just comforts them by hugging and words of affirmation and then the whole comforting thing reminds reader how lucky they are to have fierce in their life
noted! fierce deity (named aram for writings sake) will be posted 04/22/23 at 12pm est!
#eni's notes#loz/lu reqs open ððœ#i wrote the entire thing between 12am and 3am on a school night the day spring break ended#i dont think its legible and im not reading over it#'words of affirmation' OH YOU MEAN WORDS OF DEVOTION?#CAUSE THATS WHATS HAPPENING RN#loz x reader#legend of zelda x reader#linked universe x reader#lu x reader#loz link x reader#legend of zelda link x reader#lu link x reader#linked universe link x reader#fierce deity x reader#loz fierce deity x reader#legend of zelda fierce deity x reader#lu fierce deity x reader#linked universe fierce deity x reader
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ðœððððððð ð³ððð/ ðŸððððððððððð ð¬ððð
ððððð ðððððððððððð:hi, I'm miharuki or just uki, and I make fanfic requests, my English isn't the best but I do it in English and Portuguese (Eng/ptbr)
ððððððð ðððððððððÌð:oi, eu sou miharuki ou só uki, e eu faço pedidos de fanfic, meu inglês não dos melhores mas eu faço pedidos em inglês e em português (Eng/ptbr)
ð¬ððððð:
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Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler
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Tate no yūsha no nariagari/The rising of the Shield hero
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Tensei shitara slime datta Ken/that time i got reincarnated as a slime
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Jujutsu kaisen
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Dr. Stone
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Tondemo Skill de Isekai Hourou Meshi Online
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Blue Exorcism
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Kimetsu no Yaiba/Demon Slayer
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Tokyo revengers
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Mashle:Magic and Muscle
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Uramichi Oniisan/Life Lessons with the Uramichi Oniisan
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Saiki kusuo no psi-nan/The disastrous Life of Saiki kusuo
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Death note
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Hypnosis Mic
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Kaiju no 8
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Diabolik lovers
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Hunter x Hunter
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Marginal #4
âââ â ââ ⊠ââ â ââââââ â ââ ⊠ââ â ââ
ð²ðððð:
â
The legend of zelda (linked universe)
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Genshin impact
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Undertale
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Omori
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Yandere aimulator
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Sally face
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Yanderes games
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Amor doce/My Candy Love
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the kid ind the back
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14 days with you
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The Coffin of Andy and Leyley
âââ â ââ ⊠ââ â ââââââ â ââ ⊠ââ â ââ
ð®ððððððð:
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The owl house/a casa coruja
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Miraculos
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Hora de aventura/Adventure Time
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South park
âââ â ââ ⊠ââ â ââââââ â ââ ⊠ââ â ââ
ðºðððð ð±ððððð/ðºððððð ð±ððððð:
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Creepypasta
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Happypasta
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Vocaloid
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Yanderes
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Crush boyfriend
ðœððð/ðœððððð
â¢I don't do characters x characters/eu não faço personagens x personagens
â¢I don't make smut content about underage characters /eu não faço smut de personagens menores de idade
â¢I don't do any underage characters, the maximum will be between (Teen only (12+)/eu não faço personagens menores,o máximo será adolescente (12+)
â¢I only place orders in private /faço pedidos somente no privado
â¢Yandere characters are different from ocs yanderes or boy/girl yanderes/personagens yanderes são diferentes dos yanderes ocs ou yanderes garoto/garota
â¢I don't do fem x fem (I don't have much experience with that)
â¢Orders may take time due to me studying/os pedidos podem demorar por eu estar estudando
â¢I WILL NOT make fanfiction about characters from series or films/actors or etc., I don't do that and I will refuse to do any kind /â¢NÃO farei fanfics sobre personagens de séries ou filmes/atores ou etc., não faço isso e me recusarei a fazer qualquer tipo
#fierce deity x reader#ben drowned x reader#dark link x reader#luka couffaine x reader#black butler x reader#yandere black butler x reader#junpei x reader#yandere emperor#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere x you#yandere x y/n#yandere x darling#x reader#reader insert#kimetsu no yaiba#kimetsu giyuu#demon slayer#yandere boy#miraculos ladybug#miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir#creepypasta#creepypasta x reader#smut#sally face#sally face x reader#luka couffaine#vocaloid x reader#vocaloid#the owl house
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