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wintertimestoryteller · 9 months

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Vermeil Adoration

Fierce Deity x Implied Deity Reader (can be Linked Universe or not) Drabble

Me, working on Act IIII and Act V of the LU Fairy Tale Collection: Alright so if we do this with slightly more sleep on us and figure a few things out for First I think it should be good to go-

Also Me: *remembers that because of the nature of the Fairy Tale Collection FD will be missing, is immediately assaulted with an idea, sighs, opening up a new WIP* You know what I'll come back to that, I can't not write for him if he's going to be left out.

For the FD Simps/lovers plus myself as I work on the Fairytale Collection, want to post two chapters at once and also crosspost on Ao3 plus life's been busy, apologies for the delay.

You were created from the breath of life itself.

You are the divinity found in the howling of winds cutting through the woods, the snarling of lightning down to the earth, attempting to touch something it may not have and scorch it so deeply new growth would flourish in a maddened frenzy, the sunlight kissing the ice tenderly though it may never do more than bring the crystalizing to shine, tears dripping knowingly from it's cold gaze as the water turns to rain, watering the land in it's unknowable grief in the closest way it could ever touch the sun in the sky. The joyful sound of wolves singing the moon's beauty with their howls, the birds merrily carrying the melody ever onwards so the sun may also partake of it, gleeful frolicking of fawns and foals discovering the world that the Golden Three left in their wake, the symphony of every animal and nature itself at it's finest.

You look at life itself and find divinity in everything.

So by the nature Farore so lovingly made sure you'd have, one would think you and the one hylians, hyruleans and beasts had dubbed 'The Fierce Deity' would never be able to coexist.

You've heard the one's watched over by your sister in divinity, ever watchful time herself with her diamond wings and gaze who pierced to the end of eternity itself with Nayru's patience whisper in primal terror and avarice drenched loathing about him to the trees in every corner of the land, heard beasts under the watch of death and rot himself curse his name to the winds and rain with as much ferocity and fury induced fear as the restless whispers of those denied existence, your brother in eternity with his shell of obsidian and the flames of Din's desire of consumption ever burning in his gaze daring not cross where the ivory and jade forged spirit passed. And of the horror and wonderment of your wild beings as they've hissed and howled and growled and screeched to the flowers and stones of nature.

A man like the hunt itself, divine without the vermeil breath of the primordial ones. The unrelenting slash of the blizzard gales in winter against any unfortunate to stand in their way, leaving the cold emptiness and silence behind, stealing the air from the lungs of living beings like the ocean for those unfortunate enough to fall with no sign of land. An ivory specter of death whom seemingly clawed himself from the void, an harbinger for the End with seemingly no rhyme or reason for those who he set his sights into, either to devour their divinity for himself or favor or bless.

A being like that should have been anathema to all you are and stand for. Or at least it's what anyone, including your divine sister and brother would reason.

Which is why you couldn't help but find it slightly comedic that the so called 'awful beast', capable of enacting such violence to consume divinity on a whim if tested. Was so very careful with you, head laid upon your lap in a rare moment of rest as you carefully weaved flowers into a crown.

You were curious, awfully so, like the foxes who roamed your woods in search of amusement and play, you just couldn't help yourself. You knew he was coming, how could you not, when the primal fear of living things echoed in the back of your mind, warning you as it warned animals of a bigger predator in the food chain? But you didn't run. Not in the face of narrowed, calculating pale eyes and alabaster hair and the scent of iron in the air, thick and old you couldn't mistake it for anything but blood and the marrow deep certainty of a lonsdaleite persistence.

Maybe you should of, in hindsight.

Instead you just blinked with evergreen curiosity, fascination bleeding from your lips before you could even think of stopping yourself, head tilted.

"My. Rumors are certainly exaggerated, you're beautiful."

The memory of his bewildered, flustered caution makes you smile a bit, as everything in between flowed naturally like spring petals on a breeze. You feel an armored hand on your cheek, so, so soft and careful, as if you were as fragile as a flower, and a calm, relaxed rumble of tourmaline lazy curiosity and aquamarine fondness, "Anything on your mind, my breath?"

You couldn't help your chuckle, emerald fondness running around the mosaic of your divinity as you gently run your hand through starlit hair, nuzzling the hand on your cheek and hoping to convey even half the warmth he gave you, "Reminiscing, worry not. Rest a bit more before you must go." You hear him sigh as you place the flower crown on his head, as pale as his hair, but as delicate as your sister in divinity's wings, threaded pthalo like the flame of his existence.

"... Must I? I was late this time, it's only proper I redeem myself for making you wait." He questions, reluctant and guilty in equal measure, fondness blooms over your lungs as you poke his nose, smiling bright, if dim as you answer him, "I'd dare not attempt to deny you your nature, I do not know what you hunt, what you're searching for. But it would be cruel to chain you."

The man many had dubbed 'Fierce Deity' nuzzles into your hand, nestling in close like a wolf over catch, you catch the hints of a frown on his face, "It's hardly chaining when I wish to stay, is it?"

Your breath almost is trapped in your lungs, but you shake yourself out of it, chuckling as you brush your lips over his markings, crimson affection as the carmine and lapis lazuli of his Hunt. The cheek of this man, for that's what you all are in the end, divinity or not, "Maybe not, though for all you rest here with me you still itch to run and hunt. Do you not, my dear warrior?"

The silence is only broken by the whispers of the leaves of the woods carried by the wind and the curious chirping of birds, his unwavering moonlit gaze giving away nothing. And it tells you enough.

You smile, brushing your noses together, spring breeze playful and sun warm, "If you're that worried, then just come back earlier, if you can. I'll have something new for you to look at, and I'll always wait. We have time."

In a flash, you find your positions reversed, your back and hair to the flowers and your wonderful, ever mischievous hunter above you, you yelp and you can't help but laugh before the sound is stolen by his lips. And he cradles your cheeky gently, so very kindly, and when he leans back he looks at you as if you're the first glimpse of water for a man in the desert, or the way a wolf longingly looks at the moon, and it cracks the phosphophylite of your soul and fills it with the gilded gold of emerald love, "... Thank you. I will not keep you waiting long again. I shall remain for now, though. The call can wait."

I love you. I want to stay with you.

"I know." Your hands gently thread through his hair, gleeful as you notice the rare curve of a smile as his cap lays abandoned in the glass, but your flower crown remains, "Be safe, when you do go. I'd be lovely if something happened."

I love you too.

He shakes his head, giving you an unimpressed look, "I cannot be harmed in any way that matters."

You fondly roll your eyes, pressing your index and middle finger to your lips, then touching it lightly against his own, he all but freezes. You refuse to allow him to distract you with admittedly charming affection, and you take the opportunity to tug him into your arms, shifting your positions so you can utilize him as a pillow, safer than you ever felt in your many eons of existence, more comfortable than the stars painting the canvas of the sky with their dance, "Promise me you'll be safe, and you can claim what's yours once you're back. For now I tire of your stubbornness."

You feel his chest rumble, maybe a laugh, maybe a purr or a growl, but he holds you close, steady and lovelier than even the world the goddesses created. "As you wish, my dearest blossom."

You both fall asleep to the songs of nature, you know he'll hunt again, you know he'll be gone soon like late night mist. But for now, a promise for an eternity of this, like how the mortals speak of, is enough.

#linked universe x reader #kinda?#Fierce Deity x Reader #FD x Reader #Deity Reader #or at least highly implied #for myself as a bit of a mental break so I can work on the Fairy Tale Collection properly lol #so apologies to anyone who finds it if it's not all that good or to your taste #contains gratuitous amounts of headcanons I have for FD on those sleepless hours #and a small apology for the FD enjoyers who won't find him in the Fairy Tale Collection #next story maybe

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aikoiya · 3 months

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LoZ LU - Fierce Daddy

My hc? Fierce would see each & every one of the Links as his sons & every last Zelda (minus Sun) as his daughters.

However, more so in a spiritual sense.

This is based upon the hc that FD is who First was before he was First & the hc that he & Hylia were married.

However, he's stoic, very quiet, & somber. And he sometimes experiences PTSD. This is because, in my hc, he too was a protector much like the Links.

The difference is that while the Links typically (side-eyes Legend) only get a max of 2-3 adventures, then they just go about their lives. FD was on his "adventure" for, quite possibly, thousands of years with very few breaks.

This is, in the end, why he is the way he is.

Before that, he was generally a very soft-spoken, shy, introverted, gentle boy. Now, he's still quiet, but in a cold way. He can also be vindictive, harsh, & blunt.

Despite this, in his very being, he is a compassionate & empathetic person who hurts deeply when innocents are made victims of injustice. Underneath his aloof persona is someone who puts others first before himself.

The thing is that Demise had only just been repelled temporarily by the Golden 3 & several other deities, including Hebrogar, Sheikaku's father, & it'd left them sapped & the first patron deity of the land had disappeared. It was theorized that Demise had murdered him. (The theory is incorrect.)

But anyway, Demise had begun to kill mortals as bloodsport & to corrupt those that swore fealty to him.

The Golden Land became tarnished as the Monster General raped & pillaged & murdered & even cannibalized the people of the land.

And after he was sent packing for the first time, FD, Sheikaku, was named the next patron. The reason being that he was one of the only deities that didn't have a significant position in any other pantheon yet & none of the other ones seemed willing to touch the once Golden Land for fear of the Daiyōkai returning & making an example out of them.

And when FD realized this, he volunteered to be the next patron.

No one told him that he had to do this. It wasn't thrust upon him or spoonfed to him about it being destiny or his responsibility. Nobody even suggested that he do so. More so, he saw the chaos around him, saw that no one else was stepping up, & he decided that it may as well be him.

Unfortunately, he had to learn very quick that words wouldn't always be enough. Oh, he'd tried, but the longer he did not act, the more monsters, yōkai, & even Demise's mortal followers began to commit more atrocities upon innocents.

While his father, Hebrogar, had trained him to fight & protect himself, he'd never had to kill a person & the very idea galled him. But his people were dying & he was doing nothing... So, he took up his sword & forged himself into a weapon of both protection & just retribution; a Daikishin (Sheikah) or Dāvoh'lawàr (Gerudo), a wrathful god who visits just vengeance upon those who have wronged innocents. However, he does so without being guided by hate.

Although, the act of doing so. Of killing so many thinking beings, even wicked ones, took its toll on him.

He spent the next few thousand years cleaning out the evil from the land.

And as he traveled across the Golden Land, he also put to rest the souls of the dead & delivered them to the Beckonwyld (my hc of the Hyrulean afterlife). This typically involved the use of a song he'd created called the Song of Healing. However, that didn't always mean that it was always peaceful. There were times when the souls became corrupted by their own On'nen & manifested bodies from it to become Poes, which Sheikaku would then need to either soothe or put down with his Nijūrasen Zanbatō.

He became exactly what his current title implies, a Fierce Deity. A being inspired by the Japanese Kishin & the Buddhist Pāla, specifically the Dharma Pāla. Even more specifically, Yama. He became outwardly cold, ferocious, & vindictive towards his enemies. He became a god of war, retribution, death, spirits, twilight, & the moon. A figure of divine judgment.

He was deeply feared.

Yet despite this, he somehow managed to retain his compassionate & loving heart, though now it was hardened & scarred by trauma, as well as hidden behind walls.

However, at his very core, he is extremely Ashitaka-coded (from Princess Mononoke). He always does only what he believes is necessary, but at every chance he gets, if he sees a way to get peace, he will choose that. Like, he will choose to fight & defend himself, but he refuses to do so with hate in his heart. Which... is very difficult to do because... that's how he started out...

He used to get so angry over what was being done to his people... but as time passed, he learned that all this did was cause more pain, so he began to train himself in restraint & emotional control.

His family helped a lot with this. His father especially, who taught him the most about emotional control & resilience. About stoicism in the face of tribulation. If not for him, Sheikaku may have become like Demise...

He is also very no-nonsense & ever so slightly autism-coded in a similar way to how Ashitaka is.

Remember, he's witnessed the absolute worst of humanity over & over, repeatedly for thousands of years with only brief glimpses of light.

Problem is, due to his new reputation as a terrifying avenger, his fellow deities began to fear that he'd become another Demise &, honestly... he didn't blame them. His first couple hundred years as the patron certainly didn't do him many favors. (Though, such a fear was unfounded.)

Despite everything, he stepped down willingly as patron, but continued to protect the mortals of the Golden Land even after Hylia had been appointed because it was no longer just his responsibilty or duty. While yes, he only got brief glimpses of light & most of the time he was facing down humanity's worst... those brief instances shone bright like stars in the abyss of the night. He had come to love the land & it's people. He wanted to see them prosper...

It was at this point that Demise began to show his ugly mug again, but this time, he was beaten back every time by Sheikaku. Which... was astounding considering how it took the Golden 3 plus other deities to fight him back last time... Not that it was ever easy...

In the beginning, Hylia too feared him, but as time passed & she realized that he never once harmed any of her wards, she began to realize that he was more than what people assumed. Which, she hoped was the case as she missed her old friend.

She became curious &... over time... something blossomed between them.

Eventually, they wed (he made her the Goddess Harp as a wedding present) & she & FD created the Hylians & the Sheikah in conjunction, thus making the 2, sister peoples.

They then placed a sort of boon upon them that made it so that should one of the 2 peoples ever die out, the other would begin to bring more into the world.

This explains how the Sheikah always come back from what appears to be extinction.

But, moving on. FD designed a sacred weapon, a sword, that he hoped would protect his wife & their people, & possibly kill Demise once & for all. As a god of the forge of the Golden Land's pantheon & an experienced master blacksmith (among many other things), with the right materials, the correct magical infusions, & the appropriate runes, the weapon could do the job.

However, before he could begin to make it, Demise resurfaced, more powerful than ever. More than Sheikaku could handle on his own this time.

His mind scrambled for a moment before a calm came over him & his resolve steeled. FD gave the blueprints to Hylia, trusting her wisdom & skill in forging (which he'd taught her). Despite knowing how to do it, she was neither a master nor a goddess of the forge & thus, the resulting sword would not be nearly enough to end the bastard. (Though, just being a goddess with an amateur's level of forging skill still counted as a master work among mortals.) In normal circumstances, the best option would've been to have either Din or Hebrogar forge it, but both were still recovering from forcing Demise back before. So, Hylia could only follow their advice.

Either way, Sheikaku chose to fight Demise, & after informing his wife of his current plan & his back-up plan in case everything went to absolute shit, held the Daimaō off for weeks while Hylia forged the Goddess Sword.

But in the end, it wasn't soon enough to save FD.

The god of war & retribution knew that he was dying, but rather than simply fade away, he decided that he would do something that no other deity known to their world had. As his life slipped away from him, he could see above him the cosmic forces that called him to them. Because deities don't reincarnate upon death, they just join the universe & another takes their place. But, then he looked down & saw Samsara spinning below him like a carousel of colors. He thought to himself that he did not know whether or not his successor would be up to the task thrust upon them. They could fail. And all that they'd worked for would die...

Decision made, Sheikaku once more steeled his resolve & looked upon that which so many of his kind saw as a wheel of endless suffering & plunged into its terrible, wonderful, confusing rapids that immediately pulled him under. Giving up his godhood & willingly entering the reincarnation cycle. For he knew that the Triforce would not work for a deity & as of that moment, it was the best hope that his wife, his family, his people, had.

Needless to say, Sheikaku has a lot of issues & traumas to work through.

Though, despite all this, he would absolutely rend the flesh from the bones of ANYONE who dared harm the Links or the Zeldas.

He has... mixed feelings about Sky because of the fact that he & Sun are together. Though, not because of anything Sky did. It's just the fact that Sun remembers... Which is not something that was supposed to happen. (Forget the fact that he hadn't expected her to follow him.)

The whole point of reincarnation is to start over. So, remembering your previous life was kind of counterintuitive &... well... Sheikaku missed his wife...

It was like being put into a coma only to wake up & learn that your wife had been told you were dead & gotten married again during that time... In a lot of ways, Sheikaku felt left behind even though, logically, he knew that Sky was one of his reincarnations.

Feelings don't always make sense.

LoZ Linked Universe Masterlist

#loz #legend of zelda #linked universe #lu #fierce deity #lu fierce deity

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wammypilled · 4 months

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Dark everything. GIVE ME ALL OF IT!! >:)))

Ask and you shall receive (eventually, sorry for the belated reply)

Some fd up mello hcs below...

As a result of his grandfather's violent attempts at subduing his unruly nature, little Mello was extremely defiant towards authority and quick to turn to verbal and physical aggression. As he gets older, his moods remain just as volatile but he learns to (mostly) manage his anger, a feat often accomplished by sublimating it into delightfully vicious fantasies.

Has always been utterly fascinated by torture, loving nothing more than to learn all about its history, different types and techniques. He never really planned to use that knowledge on anyone (although it's probably come in handy at some point in his mafia era, let's be real), the only times he's enjoyed tormenting someone (outside of a bdsm session) have been when he's subjected Matt to horror literature exposure therapy back in Wammy's.

Has daddy issues. In the way he blames his mother unaliving herself on his father disappearing on her. He still holds onto vengeful intents towards him, wonders if that'd finally cut whatever tie he might still have with such a dishonorable individual, or if then he'd simply be the only one left to blame.

As part of his inferiority complex, deep down he really believes he's wicked, hated by God, with no hopes to succeed in anything good or be saved. Upon seeing them for them first time, he can't help but think that the burns are the manifestation of his curse, his own undeniable mark of Cain.

Very manipulative, we know, but the thing is he doesn't do it on purpose. He just can't stand to even risk being controlled, coming out on top is a priority in relationships, too, so his default approach is to read people like books, dangle anything they want in front of them and get them to do his bidding. Does he like them? Does he hate them? Doesn't matter: once done with them he'll leave them in shambles anyway! (If they're lucky)

Speaking of which... Mello's a genius, not an assassin. His original plan for that one mafia boss was never to take him out himself, but rather to groom the guy's malcontent son to do the dirty work. Which the young man did. Only to come back home in a confusional state twenty minutes later to Mello decapitating daddy's corpse– thus becoming his first kill. Shortly followed by mommy. Then Mello finished the job, put his backpack in the freezer and took a bath in the jacuzzi to make himself presentable again before leaving.

After the events of November 11/12, he can't shake a sense of impending doom, death closing in on him, thanks to an intoxicating mix of being reminded of his failures every time he got a glimpse of himself, having an entire gang on his conscience (on top of all the other deaths and suffering he'd caused) a touch of ptsd and the crawling desperation to be victorious for once and therefore know some kind of redemption. So when he gets the call he's quite ready to step in, you know?

#hope these make the slightest bit of sense lol #theyre like matryoshka hcs idk.. i try to write them in an orderly way and always end up with a bullet list of one clusterfck after another #mello death note #mihael keehl #death note headcanons #m #dn #a&a

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luimagines · 1 year

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The Chain and Fierce Deity end up in Pokemon Trainer!Reader's world. Next portal drops everyone in an unfamiliar open field, well except for Reader as they quickly realize where they are. A fact further cemented when Sky points out some peculiar birds flying above their heads and Twilight finds a herd of strange fluffy sheep.

Reader: Welcome to my world apparently! From the herd of Wooloo, I can say we're in the Galar Region's Wild Area.

Wild: We're really in your world?! I'm so going to go exploring.

Reader: I actually have a private home not too far from here. Follow me.

It's a bit difficult for everyone to not split up and explore as they follow their trainer companion. Various wild Pokemon look at everyone in curiosity with some braver ones try to get closer. Not even Fierce is an exception as quite a few small ones perch on his shoulders or run around him.

Reader has some Pokemon that tend to act like a dog who haven't seen their owner for awhile aka they jump on them and show affection. The moment everyone reaches the surprisingly large(for the Chain as houses in their world tend to be smaller) their Trainer friend gets tackled by a big blur.

Attacker in question being a 6'7 Stalfos version of a dog with a tombstone on their head. The only thing keeping the Chain and Fierce from fully drawing their weapons is Reader laughing as the bony Pokemon nuzzle them.

Reader's Pokedex: Houndstone, the Ghost Dog Pokemon. A Ghost Type. Lovingly mourned Pokemon are often reborn as a Houndstone. They are known to be the most loyal to their master amongst all Dog Pokemon. This Pokemon usually spends most it's time sleeping in graveyards. Houndstone doesn't like anyone touching the protuberance on its head.

Reader: I'm happy to see you too! Whose been a good girl huh? *pets the skeletal dog*

Time: Quite clingy aren't they? I guess that means the rest of your Pokemon are here too.

Reader's Pokemon often come in the house so the furniture and doors are customized to suit them. One reason why Fierce was surprised upon finding a bed big enough for him to lay on with still room to spare. Definitely went to check out Reader's various Pokemon.

They were thrown through a multiple times as some looked like inanimate objects and even bear resemblance to food as well. Sky got a lot of inspiration for new wood carvings while Twilight immediately won over Reader's canine Pokemon.

The Chain definitely made a blanket fort in the front room even if a particular Grimmsnarl nearly took it down by scaring Wind. Reader's Houndstone try to steal a random Link or Fierce's shoe more than once and run up to them for attention. They like stealing Time's shoes the most.

Overall an interesting yet nice change of pace for everyone. Even if someone wakes up to a different Pokemon having snuck into their bed.

You think Twi would start crying when he hears about how Houndstone comes to be?

"They were so loved in life that they came back in death!!!!!" DX

FD wants to pet all of them.

It's a bit difficult given his size, but he tries darn it. He's going to be afraid of accidentally stepping on one.

Wild is taking pictures of all of them now that he can see more up close. Might even look for ways to capture a pokemon for himself. Someone stop him. He knows no limitations.

#pinky replies #pokemon trainer! reader

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 1 year

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Christmas is tomorrow. Can you believe it???

Missed yesterday, so today is a double-up day. Here's 1.

M'Baku's Christmas Proposal

Imagine: It's just that.. M'Baku's Christmas proposal. Very short.

You've been dating the new King of Wakanda since the days when nations avoided the Jabari. It's been a long time, yet M'Baku has not made you his wife. Now, he's too busy to think of a wedding.

"My king," you approach his throne for an audience. He looks confused that you're there, but he waves you on to speak. "I have a pressing question, and I'm sure all of Jabari Land wonders the same.. when will we have a queen?"

"Ah, you think we need one, eh? So soon."

"There's no one.. you plan to marry???"

"Perhaps.. In time."

You knew he wasn't ready to settle down even with his age. He was dedicated to war and scholarly research, and now he had another role. Being a husband was the last thing on his mind.

You would have moved on if he was disloyal or someone regular, but instead, you've been hopefully waiting.. in hopes it would pay off. You could be the next queen.

On Christmas, there's a ceremony where elders and leaders gather among the people in Jabari land to exchange gifts. A home-fashioned knobkerrie here, a whittled gorilla there, traps for hunting, lures for fishing, baked goodies, flowers, etc. You whittle a tall M'Baku and wrapped it in a cut of a fur pelt.

Presenting it to your leader, he graciously accepts.

"Look at him," his voice deepens excitedly, "Look at this handsome face, eh? Such handsome robes! Hm? He's gorgeous!"

You bow gently and present a second gift, raising the mistletoe that was hidden behind your back, over his head.

"What is this?"

"Mistletoe.. You're meant to kiss whoever holds it and I'm holding it over you."

"It's herbs in a ribbon, it belongs in my tea."

"My king.. It is tradition."

"Not in Jabari Land. Kiss? What is this, kiss.. I don't know it."

Angered and embarrassed you leave, and once you're out M'Baku kisses his teeth. He was never a fan of PDA, even from the start.

"Bring her back," he requests watching others turn you around and push you back to where where M'Baku waits. "You want to kiss the great gorilla?"

"No."

"No?"

"Not anymore!"

He kisses his teeth. "Come here. Approach me, let me look upon you. In your eyes, usom."

You're irritated, but you've come this far, and you don't plan to give up.

"Yes," he stares, "What do you know of diplomacy."

"I have helped you tackle disputes within Jabari Land. We have talked."

"And what of your people skills?"

"I'm very charming," your arms fold. "People like me."

"Ah," he nods seriously. "Then it's settled. You will be the new queen in 2 weeks time. Prepare the arrangements," he claps. Immediately, the seamstress and decoraters leave to go into action.

"My king!"

"Yes, yes, prepare yourself, usom."

@dashhoney25 @lettidarawest @soufcakmistress @ljstraightnochaser @princessstevens @eye-raq @thiccdaddy-mbaku @destinio1 @iamrheaspeaks @hidden-treasures21 @bidibidibombaclaat @forbeautyandlife @blowmymbackout @misspooh @thotyana-in-this-hoe @purplehairgawdess @thegucciwaffle @goddessofthundathighs @nobodybaby93 @theegoldenchild @thadelightfulone @sultanabby @mysticalblackhottie @baekhyunbabybunni @fd-writes @richonne4life @tgigoldie @thehomierobbstark @capswife @blackpinup22 @harleycativy @lishabaybee @playgurlxoxo

#original #m'baku #mbaku imagine #mbaku #mbaku fics #m'baku fanfiction #black panther fanfiction

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curious-kittens-ocs · 2 months

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All About Timing

Avira & the Huntsman Aspen Foster & Graham Humbert

The part you play in my life, will forever be impactful to me.

Forever tag:

@arrthurpendragon , @superspookyjanelle , @bravelittleflower , @eddysocs , @twofacedharveydent

(If you want to be added, or taken off of a tag. Just shoot me an ask, specifying. Thanks!)

#ocappreciation #fyeahonceuponatimeocs #toalltheocsivelovedbefore #oc: aspen foster || avira #fic: when the story ends #fd: once upon a time #fd: ouat

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dancingsunflowers-ocs · 3 months

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𝙊𝘾 𝙑𝘼𝙇𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙀𝙎 𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙇𝙇𝙀𝙉𝙂𝙀 2024! 𝘋𝘢𝘺 𝘛𝘸𝘰: 𝘚𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘙𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦

For day two, we’re looking at the one who got away but came back. This is a ship that we’re together at one point, broke up for some reason, and then decided to give their relationship another try.

↳ 𝙍𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙖 𝙈𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙭 𝙍𝙪𝙗𝙮 𝙇𝙪𝙘𝙖𝙨 ✹ 𝘔𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘍𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘔𝘺 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘈𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘦

✨ Taglist: @ginger-grimm @eddysocs @faerieroyal @daughter-of-melpomene @megandaisy9 @misshiraethsworld @arrthurpendragon ✨

#ovc24 #ocappreciation #ocapp #queerocs #ocfairygodmother #oc valentines challenge #once upon a time #once upon a time oc #fyeahonceuponatimeocs #oc: raina mills #fd: once upon a time

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eddysocs · 4 months

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Taylor Anders + What Makes Them Feel Loved {Headcanons} please??

@dancingsunflowers-ocs ✨💖✨

Quality time is Taylor's primary love language.

Small moments taken out of someone's day just to say hi, or ask how she is always make her smile.

A friend or loved one calling to make plans where they can spend time together.

When people ask her for advice.

When Killian offers to carry stuff for her if it looks like she’s struggling, or having him open the door for her.

Winding down in the evenings together.

A leisurely dinner at Granny's (bonus points if Killian orders dessert for her).

A blush always colors her cheeks when Killian comes right out and tells her he loves her.

Forever Tag: @arrthurpendragon, @baubeautyandthegeek, @foxesandmagic, @carmens-garden, @bossyladies, @getawaycardotmp3, @misshiraethsworld, @kmc1989, @curious-kittens-ocs, @fanficanatic-tw

Taylor Anders: @dancingwith-sunflowers, @fyeahonceuponatimeocs

#oc: taylor anders #fc: lily james #fd: once upon a time

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arrthurpendragon · 6 months

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⌨ + Written In Your Heart

(Tag you're it!)

It was a little after noon when Audrey saw the sign welcoming her to Storybrooke in the distance. It looked like Storybrooke really existed. Well, at least the sign existed, so that was a sign in the right direction. Audrey chuckled at her own pun as she pulled the Ford over to the side of the road right before the sign. Yes, she was one of those crazy people who stopped to take pictures at signs. It was a tradition she shared with her mother much to the dismay of her father. So, taking a picture with this sign seemed rather fitting.

Audrey was glad that her digital camera had somehow found its way into her gym bag because the photos on it were some of her most precious memories. Although most of them were of her sassy goldendoodle Serafina. Audrey hoped that someone was taking good care of Serafina. Her sunglasses fogged up from the tears that threatened to spill over missing her precious sweetheart.

She sniffled a bit and rubbed her eyes before deciding to leave her sunglasses on for the photo. While she had become a pro over the years taking pictures of herself with the digital camera, it wasn’t the easiest thing to flip the camera so that it faced her and couldn’t tell what the photo looked like before snapping it. At least she could delete it and try again if the angle was completely off.

Send me ⌨ + title to one of my fics and I’ll write a sentence for that fic! (if you want one back - add "tag you're it" to your ask)

#oc: audrey carroll #fic: written in your heart #fd: once upon a time #send me a fic and i'll write a sentence game #danie📚

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enchanted--roses · 3 months

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Anna Valentine exchange : @ginger-grimm p. 2/2

Cornelia Vogel & Prince Derek

I got inspiration for event manip right now.

Hope you like it

Forever Tag: 💠@fiercefray 💠 @foxesandmagic 💠 @valdrinors 💠@ochub 💠@ocappreciationtag 💠 @fanficanatic-tw 💠@robertdowneyhiddlesbatch 💠@chickensarentcheap (wanna be on any of my taglist? ask me

#Anna tag #exchange #oc: Cornelia Vogel #Prince Derek #Swan Princess oc #fd: once upon a time

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shade-pup-cub · 7 months

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My take on how Fierce Deity was sealed inside the cursed mask. Chapter 11 of 'A Deity's Son'.

Content Warning: Behind the scene death, description of the body (not too graphic), wings being removed.

Notes: FD has the gift of seeing already faught battles through spilt blood.

“Link? Link?!” Fierce went around the makeshift town of tents filled with Hylian soldiers. He made his way to Hylia’s tent and opened it up, hoping that Link was there with her. Of course he wasn’t.

“Fierce, what’s wrong?”

He growled at the realization. “He left! We explicitly told him to stay put until we had a full proof plan. We need to find him before he does something stupid, like play hero against Demise.”

Hylia grabbed her hooded cloak as well as her bow with an infinite amount of light arrows. “Demise’s pet would love nothing more than to get his dirty hands on Link.”

“We must hurry then. They have not stayed in one place for more than a few days at a time.” He walked out of her tent and whistled. A large six legged, black horse galloped to his side. He mounted the beast and stuck his hand out for his sister so he could help her up behind him. Once she was, he spurred his horse on. They knew where Demise had recently been and that was their first stop.

They weren’t there.

Fierce and Hylia traveled the whole land looking for Link and would not stop until they found him. Their hope for finding him alive decreased everyday, but they still hoped for the best. After over three weeks, that hope too was fading.

They happened to stumble across an abandoned castle ruins and at first glimpse, thought they met another dead end. That was until someone started clapping from the third story where what used to be a window and now an open room was. “I was starting to get bored waiting for you two to get here. It took you long enough.”

Hylia slid off the back of the horse, never taking her eyes off the person in front of her. “Ghirahim, where is Link? I demand you release him.”

“You are in no position to make demands, Goddess.” The Demon Lord twirled a black dagger between his fingers.

“Where is Demise?” Fierce asked as he also dismounted his horse.

“If it isn’t the runt of the litter, Fierce Deity.” Demise slowly walked over and stood near his pet. His smile said a thousand words. “Are you looking for Link? Hylians are so predictable and stupid. I can’t understand what you see in them. This one does have a stronger spirit about him though. Made things fun.”

“If you have hurt him.” Hylia took a few steps closer. “I will end you.”

From somewhere behind the walls, a voice rang out. “Hylia! Get out of here! Fierce, get her out of here!”

Demise told Ghirahim something, leaving the siblings to talk. Fierce glared at his older brother. “What have you done to him?”

“What haven’t we done, is a better question. Let me show you.” There was the sound of chains and something being dragged.

Fierce could smell it before he saw it. Blood. There was so much of it. They watched as Demise flung something over the edge and hooked it to an exposed beam of wood. It was Link. His green tunic was more red than green, red cloak was in shreds around his thinned shoulders. He looked nothing like he had just a few weeks ago. Crimson liquid was still dripping from his freshly cut throat onto the ground below. He could see the bruising around the blue eyes that were partly open, showing his last emotions. The once thicker muscles were thinned and bones were more prominent for them to see. White webbed lines traced across exposed skin and only one person was able to do that.

It took Hylia a few moments to register the sight in front of her and when it did, Fierce’s heart broke not only for himself, but for her. She screamed and put her hands over her mouth. Fierce spun her around quickly from the sight and held her close. “This is your fault. You were supposed to help him. Supposed to save him. He is dead because of you!”

Fierce took that blame upon himself. He had told Link to stay put due to Demise playing baiting games. Unfortunately Link took the bait and paid for it with his life. Demise’s goal was to get Fierce and Hylia to him, away from everyone else. He still didn’t agree with Hylians helping with the sibling’s war, but Link loved Hylia and wouldn't sit on the sidelines. Fierce charged himself with the care of Link, something he had just failed at.

He ran his fingers through the golden hair of his sister’s. He kissed the top of her head as she sobbed into his armored chest. “I’ll make it right. I can’t bring him back, but I’ll give you the opportunity you need to seal Demise.”

She sniffled. “He will kill you, Fierce. You know that he wants you out of the way since I am not as strong as he is.”

“He won’t kill me, but I will wish he had.” Demise had a plan for him and told him a few details of what it was. Did he want to do it? No. This was going to be the most painful thing he ever did, but Hylia couldn’t do this without the distraction. “I’m so sorry, be ready when the time comes.” He kissed her head one more time and his heart raced.

When his sister’s fingers let go of his silver armor, he walked towards his older brother. He unclipped his blade, holding it with both hands, eyes locked on Demise. He needed to fight them just enough that it wasn’t obvious that he wasn’t giving the fight his all. He needed their guard down and he desperately needed this plan to work or else the world was going to suffer.

Ghirahim unclasped his cloak, allowing it to disappear in a flash of diamonds. He twirled a dagger between his fingers and held his thin sword in his other hand. “The favorite son has come to play.”

“Hold your tongue, demon.” Fierce demanded.

The Demon Lord growled at him before he flicked his long and pointed tongue at him. He disappeared in a flash of diamonds and predictable reappeared behind him.

Fierce fought violently against his brother's pet, showing his strength, speed and his nature for battle. He used his wings as shields since they were almost indestructible. The only area that was weak was the base of the white wings.

He wasn't ready for what came next, but Ghirahim was wearing out from the encounter. The next time the demon appeared at his back, he let him strike. The thin blade sliced across the back of his knees and in the next second, five black daggers were flying at him with a trail of red magic behind them. His left wing swatted two away, his blade deflected another. He allowed the remaining two to get past his defenses. One of those daggers went into his left thigh as the other embedded itself just above his armor, under his armpit.

He hissed in pain since it actually did hurt, but in a real fight he would have left them were they stuck. This wasn't a real fight though. He reached for the one under his arm so he could pull it, only to have a sword rake over his armored chest and across his unprotected upper arm.

He curled his wing around himself so he could still pose as if he was in the fight. That was when Demise stepped forward and summoned lightning down on him. The metal in and on him sparked and made the effect much more unbearable. That was something he didn't have to fake. He dropped his Helix sword and his hands continued to twitch with the pulsing electricity.

Demise was right next to him when he kicked Fierce to the ground. He stepped on Fierce's back with one foot and grabbed one of his white wings near the base. Fierce knew this was going to happen, but he still thrashed under his brother's weight. Ghirahim walked over with a smirk, dagger in hand and made the first cut.

Fierce screamed out in pain as the left wing's bone snapped in half, then the final cut was made to take it off. Searing white pain engulfed his nerves, blocking out everything else outside of the uncontrollable pain caused by the bone, skin and muscles being ripped from his body.

When he felt Demise grab the other wing, he nearly gave up on the whole thing so he didn't have to go through with it. When he made it to his hands and knees, he caught the glimpse of Link hanging lifelessly. This was on him and he needed to do this. He didn't feel the skin or muscles get cut, but he felt the bone shatter, then twisted to break it off. The jagged ends of the bones dug into his skin when he made the remaining bits retreat to under the skin of his back between his shoulder blades.

Ghirahim handed something to Demise before he took Fierce's hair into his grip, wrenching his head back and forcing him up into his knees fully.

Demise let out an ominous chuckle. "Baby brother, it seems the table has turned with who gets put in a mask this time. Tell Majora I said hello. I'm sure he has missed you."

A wooden mask appeared in Fierce's line of sight. It radiated darkness from it. It wasn't just going to hold him, but it was cursed.

"Oh and enjoy the visions too." Demise added. Only then did Fierce notice the unnatural crimson color on the inside of the mask. Blood. Link's blood. He was going to see every second of Link's torture and ending. That was worse than his wings being removed by far.

He screamed as the mask fused to his face, then absorbed his being inside of it with his sword.

#ao3 writer #fierce deity #a deity's son #goddess hylia #first link #canon and non canon fic #demise #ghirahim

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