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Fandom‧˚｡ﾟ･° ｡✎ Legend of Zelda

Pairing‧˚｡ﾟ･° ｡✎ Yandere!Fierce x reader, Yandere!Hylia x reader

Word count‧˚｡ﾟ･° ｡✎ 4462

Summery‧˚｡ﾟ･° ｡✎ the Fierce diety is observing the battlefield one last time before leaving to meet back up with Link. While in his own, he senses another presence behind him.

Misc‧˚｡ﾟ･° ｡✎ third person pov, reader is there but isn't as sassy as they normally are, mentions of death, yandere behavior, Hylia makes moves on the reader and Fierce is left watching

As the first rays of daylight touched the field it was clear the battle was over. Nothing left to do but care for the wounded and to pay respects to the dead. Soldiers on both sides had faced each other valiantly. Even the deity had to acknowledge their strength of will. No one knew which side would pull through as the victor- even as the battle continued into the late hours of the night.

Bodies of hundreds littered the ground. Blood painted the field crimson. It would stay for most of the day. Until someone or something came by to clean the place up and offer solace to the dead. The spirit of war had no words. The casualties were heavy on both sides. It was war- people died all the time. Maybe it was his fault for feeling so attached this time.

He had wanted to see this place in the light. To see if it changed anything for him. He hoped the light of day would clean away the wash of war. All it did was allow him more time to brood. For all it was worth, many of the people on the field would have assumed he didn't care. They died without knowing how long the deity spent in his vigil. Wishing for safe travels to each.

He had counted each life lost and recounted their names if he could. For those he could not, it didn't erase the pride he felt at their contribution. They all served valiantly. Each soul would return to where they came from, and he would not be there for it. It was common practice for him to spend his sigil in silence. It was for this reason that he disregarded the presence that emanated from behind him until they spoke.

“Who might you be?” Fierce was not in the mood to answer. He had never heard this person speak before. He knew who they were only by their touch which guided lost souls. Lifting the stain from each battlefield he observed. Even so the old god could never consider them someone he knew.

Your power sank into the earth like blood and washed away souls in a torrent.The weight of all those that hung to the ground were carried off. There was a lingering hollow in his chest- something that clawed at him until he grew angry. The show was over and there was nothing left for him to stare at. The bodies were left where they laid and the true essence of each person was gone.

“Oh? So Hylia’s honoured pet finally chose to make an appearance.” Whatever excuse for manners he had left the moment you acted. The fierce deity turned his head to look you in the eyes. Your name had reached his ears once. He couldn't remember what it was as he never had the chance to meet you. It might have showed, how little interaction he had with others.

Your reputation had left him with the discrete information of how you had been placed into Hylia’s service. He knew that you werent the one who cemented yourself by her side. Regardless you remained ever so faithful throughout the years. It was a cosy spot to be; many tried to curry favour with the goddess for greater strength. You had been placed at her right hand for years with little to note about what it was that made you stay.

Hislooked you over,his eyes catching on all sorts of points of interest. Your clothing was a single piece of fabric. A regal robe of black and red cast across your body. A golden belt tied around your waist pulled the cloth tight. Almost accentuating what was there. A pin in the shape of a rose on one of your shoulders kept the fabric together. The rest of the robe hung loosely around your body.

You had a slight frown. You were none too happy at his comment but didn't look angry. He would have been. Interrupting his vigil might have been your intention, but upsetting him was not. If Fierce took a moment to think about it he wouldn't have made a snide comment. Being here was part of your proper domain. It was you who should have been slighted at him loitering while you did your job.

You turned your head away. No longer willing to meet his gaze. The deity held his breath. Did the comment hurt you? The silence was too much, each moment grew more uncomfortable as Fierce couldn’t figure out what to say or do. Apologising would be a good idea but he couldn't think of anything to say. He wished he hadn't upset you.

The sudden wave of anger was in his nature. The time he spent alone was supposed to be his own. Observing before moving was what he did to come to terms with it all. It ensured his soul left as well as the others. Taking only the memories and leaving the rest behind him. His harsh words served no one and he would take them back if possible.

In truth you were having your own moment of contemplation. No one had ever referred to you as being Hylia’s own. Him calling you her pet was hardly earned. Was that what you were known as to him, or did he gain that idea from another? Not a bad position to be in all things considered. The jester is second only to the king, as they say.

If everyone else chose not to see that you and Hylia were equals then that was their problem. If they saw you only by how the goddess kept you by her side, that was their issue. As if all of your power was drained from the moment she ensnared you. What a stupid idea. You had no problem doing your job- even if Hylia kept you by her side.

You were bound to her. No use in trying to fight against something as set in stone as her will. Your life would always be tangled with her own. That wasn't something to complain about. You clasped your hand together in a diluted gesture. Passed down from the one you spent all of your time around. Fierce wondered if you noticed how you picked it up from the spectre of light.

You stood hands clasped, head slightly bowed, eyes closed in an act of pure devotion. The action seemed to suit you. Fierce said nothing. Catching even the slightest details in his mind for later. How gentle your hands looked held together. Against the blood stained battle of the past this was something he wanted to remember. To look back on just to see how you glowed in comparison to the light around you.

He let his eyes wander. Following the lines of the fabric that clung to your body from your shoulders down to your hips; where the fabric draped across them in a rather interesting manner. He knows he's staring. Your eyes are closed and there's no way you caught him in the act. Yet the warrior can't shake the feeling that someone caught him looking at you.

You opened your eyes and froze. A look of surprise played over your face. Something had caught you unaware. Whoever it was lurking in the shadows would have to pay for upsetting you. This was the second deity to be caught off guard in this clearing this morning and he figured he knew why.

Could that woman really not afford you some time to relax? She treated you like a pet on a tight leash. It was a shame you had no time without her. It was a crime to let you have no freedom. If you needed someone to fight for you… he let the thought go. He could not insult you by acting like you had no power of your own. If you had fought for your freedom you would have it by now.

The deity moved closer to you and as you took a step back he took another forward. Marching until your back was against a tree and he was hovering over you. His eyes lacked the cold exterior that he had for others. It was clear to him there was something more to you. A rare glint of the gem that laid beneath the surface. What was it about you?

He covered the ground between the two of you in three paces. He was tall enough that you had to look up as he towered over you. His demeanour was not intimidating. He wasn't forcing you to stand still, and you could still move away. You stared straight ahead. His armour gleaned and you could see a bit of yourself in its reflection. It was a miracle that it wasn't more damaged from the battle last night.

The blush lining your face was such a sweet look to you. You mutter an apology too quiet to hear. Fierce leans in desperate to hear you speak again. Something so soothing to the soul would come from your voice. He knows he needs to exercise constraint. He was far too close for a casual conversation and there was already someone watching from the bushes.

While the goddess still lurked in the shadows it would be best to make his motives unknown. He moved away from you and the tree. He didn't take a step back but he forced himself to not hover. The goddess of light stowed you away like a treasure, and he could see why. It was terrible of her to hide you away, but he felt like he understood why. There was more to you then met the eye.

If you weren't in her hands things would be different. As it stood there was little to worry about. You two would see eachother again. At the end of each battle he would have something to look forward to. He couldn't help but smile. If all he had to do to see you again was kill in your name he would gladly do so. Even if that wretched beast would only try to tear you two apart she could only do so much.

The beauty in the world was that you two could do this song and dance for forever. Doomed to meet again even if every other force in the world would stand between you. A will so defiant even the goddess herself couldn't force the two of you apart. He nodded and stepped away. It was better to cut that line of thought down, and quickly too. He couldn't pick a fight with Hylia in her own land.

There were people in this land who he was sworn to protect. This was her territory and he would show her as much respect as any. The best thing he could do was act as if she wasn't here at all, not until she chose to reveal herself. It was only the two of you now. His eyes met yours. He had to say something but all he could think about was how anytime you left would be too soon for him.

“What are you doing here?” His words were soft. He didn't want you to mistake his harsh use of language as another attempt to insult. He knew about you from the time he had spent around Hylia but he didn't know more than a story. Your past life was a mystery to him. What has shaped you into the person you were today?

“My dominion is death. Guiding souls to the afterlife is part of my duty.” Fierce had known that already. Your face lit up with pride and joy. You looked happy to talk about what it was you did. He knew now why Hylia held you so close to her heart. It was a shame she kept you tied up all the time. What was a songbird if kept in a cage?

“I did not mean to offend you. This is by right, your domain. I hope you do not mind having me here while you work. It is a lonely office to be tied to the dead. To spend our time together would be a mercy after all we've been through.” Forcing the words out was not easy. Fierce took your hand and placed a kiss on the backside of it. A correction for his rude remark and for not treating you with the respect for someone of your position.

“I think you're right. It can be… lonely when working with the dead.” It was trouble finding the right words. You hardly noticed the time passing anymore. After dealing with the loss of someone important to you, dealing with death everyday had its charm. Was there this same feeling in the deity? A separation from you and your peers that was as bearable as it was lonely? You loved your work. You never minded the way Hylia was always there, but there was a pit in your stomach that won't go away.

“If I had known you two would make such quick friends I would have introduced you sooner.” Hylia didn't sound too pleased. She had taken her time showing up. Her interruption was at the perfect time. No way the conversation between the two of you could return to normal. She had put a wedge and forced the two of you to put all of your attention on her.

Fierce and Hylia regarded each other. Trying to figure out what the other was up to. Hylia had the upper hand. She was the one who has any way of knowing how you act. Fierce was not as close to you as she was, you might try to protect her, or try to stand in the other's way. Hylia may be ready for a fight but he had the upperhand in that arena. Her real asset was knowing who you would side with if this went south. If anyone was going to make the first move it had to be her.

Hylia’s gown appeared to have a layer of chainmail between the fabrics of her dress. Her outfit could be excused. This had been a battlefield. He was wearing armour as well after all. Except Fierce was far past the point of giving the goddess a benefit of a doubt. She had no use for that. The battle ended hours ago and no one was here except for you and him.

The goddess stood poised for a fight. Her defensive posture was not ideal, and he could break it if he tried- but the arrows she would rain down would hurt you as well. If they fought here you would be caught up in the crossfire. Neither could make a move without the risk of harming you. He didn't have any plan of fighting here. He would defend you without hesitation; but Hylia was not your enemy, so she wasn't his.

“You should honestly know better.” Hylia spoke and in a flash of light acted against Fierce. One blinding flash of light later and everything went dark for Fierce. Hylia didn't move. She didn't have to. She trusted her spell would work. It was the same one she used against you after all. It wasn't difficult to push him back where he belonged. Her plan was to drain the deity of power without him noticing. He was so distracted by you he never knew what hit him.

Her aim was just as true as it had always been. Hylia never would have shown herself if she hadn't already been up to something. If he wasn't so drained from fighting last night she never would have attempted it- but he pushed himself too far. A modified arrow meant to revert him back. Like what she did to you when you flew too far from home.

You yelled. In a flash you were by his side. Hylia could wait for you to come to terms with it. He had no pulse anymore anyways. You dropped to your knees where he was standing just a moment ago and found… a mask. Lying there. The markings painted on the surface matched up to the ones on his face. In fact it sort of resembled his face. The carved wooden mask seemed to hum from inside. He was trying to say something but it was taking a moment for him to recover from the blow.

“If you want to go for a walk with him you can. He’s conveniently travel-sized now.” Hylia was enjoying her victory. The first friend you've made in a while and Hylia doesn't want you around them. You picked up the mask. Something about it was so calming. He was just like you this way. Silent, broody, and just waiting until he can come out again. It got you thinking. Just how many other people had been lost in forms like these?

You look over at Hylia. Despite her remark she looks calm. You clutch the mask close to you chest as Hylia stalks towards the two of you.

“What did you do?” You ask. A chill dances across your spine. A shiver from time lost having been trapped in an object. Hylia leans over and places a kiss on the top of your head. Kneeling behind you she leans one arm over your shoulder and gently plucks the mask from your grip.

“Don't act so smug demon. You never would have been allowed to have them." Hylia looks at the mask in her hands with disdain. He wasn't all there. Something in the mask stirred and pulled at power. He wasn't planning on remaining here long. He would appear out again if she didn't act soon. She could feel his smug satisfaction through the painted wood. The way he beamed with pride over being held by you. He was enjoying himself for too much.

“Why it’s to see you too, Hylia! It's been so long since we've last spoken. Oh I’m fine- and you?” Fierce spoke through the wood. He’d known Hylia for a while now. Knew her and her game well enough. Her feelings were hurt. Shed keep playing until she felt better. Hylia looked to you. Why would you want to be with such an arrogant man? Honestly if you wanted attention she would have been more than happy to supply. She loves you, what better way to show that than toshow you?

“You turned him into a mask?” You were shocked. The expression on your face was priceless. So sweet and caring. Hylia laughed. She couldn't help it. You were always so snarky and sarcastic so seeing you like this? Still speechless from what you saw. Had she put the thought of transforming him as well as you into your head?

“No no, not at all! He's been stuck in this form for so long, some old punishment from some other god, I don't know who.” Hylia patted you on your shoulder and stood up.

“Just like I am then…” You move to stand but Hylia trips you. She hooks one of her feet around your ankle. The mask in her hand flickers. Something angry shines in its eyes for a moment before disappearing. At a glance you can tell he's paying close attention. The two of you had much more in common than you originally thought. No wonder he's so drawn to you. Hylia swoops down to save you, catching you in a dancer's dip.

“No no…” The goddess speaks deliberately. “A mask is such a brutish form. You deserve so much better…” She enjoyed having you by her side but something in her enjoyed this game even more. Competing with someone was only fun when they made it so. She wasn't threatened by Fierce. Just as she hadn't been threatened by First. Jealous of them of course but she could usher you home if it grew too much. You were so sweet. Too kind to those who had suffered. You saw something like Link in him. Someone who gave up so much to protect others.

You had the fire of passion around you. A blaze that could warm any who stood close enough. Maybe it was wrong of her to fight with Fierce over that but god how she enjoyed toying with her lover. The demon could wait his turn or ask for permission to join in on the fun. She couldn't simply leave it at that though. It was too sweet of an opportunity to tease the two of you. Leaving you burning ever hotter only for her to whisk you away.

Competing with Fierce brought something out in her. She talked in a low tone, something that was practically a whisper. Begging your attention just to be able to hear her. She raised her left hand, to one holding the mask, and carefully used it to lift your chin up. Her other arm wrapped around your pulling you close to her chest. “If I were to turn you into something to wear it wouldn't be a mask. What would you prefer?”

Shivers run up your spine and she coos at your response as she kisses your vulnerable skin. She layers kiss after kiss along your neck. Slowly working her way up. Soon she's up to your ear where she whispers into it. The wooden mask holds onto you. Grasping at your conscience and you have to shield yourself from the touch of it. Hylia moves down to your neck and bites down, not hard, but enough to leave a mark.

Her hand not holding the mask moves down to the small of your back. Your face burns from heat. Fierce waits in his mask unsure of what to do. His ability to come outside the mask was dampened by Hylia’s magic but not enough to stop him. He could slip out, or he could wait to see if she would put the mask over you. If she put the mask on you he could take control, but that would leave him in Hylia’s arms.

Moving the mask she runs it over the top of your head and brings it down. Keeping the bottom of the mask away the top half rests against your face. This leaves Fierce unable to take control but aware enough to feel you. He can feel your conscious rest close to his. Something about the experience leaves him unable to control his thoughts. Hylia begins to lower the mask.

Just one more second- and before he can even control his anger the mask is torn away. Hylia threw the mask to the side. It landed in a pile of leaves a few feet away. The goddess got what she wanted in the end. She got you. He watches her run her hands along your sides before pulling you into a hug. You form phases out for a moment and she makes no effort to let go of the sword now held tightly against her chest.

“Just what am I going to do with you?” Hylia sounded happy, but you couldn't tell if she was talking to you or Fierce. You looked up and saw her blushing quite a bit. You've been drained quite a bit. Being put back in this form was always limiting. It was good that you already moved all the souls away or else you would be in trouble. As it stood there was little left to do. Your consciousness slipped away and you fell asleep.

Fierce can hardly control his anger. It slips out in waves of energy. He looks you up and down for any sign of distress. There was none. Now that you're a sword it doesn't feel strange to stare. You shine in the light of the goddess. He watches the black blade gleam red as the light hits it just right and wonders how it would feel to wield you in his hands. You’d certainly pair well with him. He'd have to look for you at the end of every battle, he wouldn't be able to rest without seeing you one more time.

“When will you send them down again?” Fierce asks, Hylia pretends not to hear at first. Turning you in her hands as she examines your blade.

“When do you think you'll learn your lesson?” Hylia asks absentmindedly. Playing the fool fit her. Fierce took several deep breaths and calmed down. You had been so close. For a moment he could feel your soul link up with his. He wasn't sure what he'd turn into if he transformed you into his vessel. He wouldn't try to, but the idea was tempting. Calm now Fierce thinks about Hylia’s question.

“For someone like that? I don't think I ever will.” Hylia sets the blade flat against her palm and checks to see if you are truly asleep- you are. She had been draining your energy the whole time she held you. Best to do it while you’re unaware. You'd never let her sleep if she tried it any other way. It took longer than she would have wanted. You were growing stronger.

“Please mind your manners. They're taken.” Hylia wasn't as angry as she sounded. Her and Fierce were on good terms. His actions here were harmless. She could allow him to see you again once in a while. It was just that the fear in her chest wouldn't leave whenever she saw you with someone else. Her actions this evening were innocent. It was meant to pull you close and show how you were in love. Maybe she had overdone it. She wasn't a fan of public displays but it felt nice.

Fierce felt a twinge of guilt. The goddess loved you. She would never treat you wrong. He was sure that however it seemed the lady of light loved you with everything she had. He could have been nicer and helped their alliance. That would have allowed him time with you so long as the goddess was happy, but it didn't feel right. You were your own person and could make your own choices. The people talking had no say in the life that was created for you.

He watched the goddess leave, taking you with her. There was nothing he could do. His mask was still on the ground. If Link didn't come by soon to pick him up he would leave this place himself. Without the magic Hylia was throwing at him it was much easier to support his own form. There was time to wait. He was determined to see you again and had an easy way to make that happen.

Killing was what he was made to do.

#format may be off due to me being on mobile #shipping off to basic tomorrow #so heres this before I leave #eye write #death god au #to kill a god au #yandere hylia x reader #yandere fierce deity link #fierce diety x reader

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