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               Before Navi could pick the next player, Mida floated up beside her and shooed her away. “That fairy has been in charge way too long. Why did no one notice she'd taken my place?” She snorted. “Never mind, let's just keep things going.” Without even moving a single inch from her spot, Midna signaled you to join her by the items. Overly excited that your turn had finally come, you scrambled to your feet and rushed towards the leather sack. “I hope I get one of the Links.” After a moment of digging through the items, you pulled a small sword replica from the sack. “This looks just like the

"Mommy! Mommy!" Your five-year-old son, (s/n), came running into the kitchen and tackled your legs, embracing them in a tight hug. Looking up with a cheerful grin on his face, he asked you in an excited voice. "What are you doing, mommy?" Turning your head slightly to the side, you looked down at the little tyke and smiled instantly upon seeing the cute expression on his face. "I'm preparing two lunch boxes, one for you and one for daddy." "Ohhhh! Are you going to add cookies to my lunch box?" Standing up on his tiptoes, the young child tried to peer over the kitchen board, wanting to see how you were making the food, but failed miserably

Here it is! No, you're not  fairy...sorry. Enjoy! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Can't believe you let me go after all we've been through, highs and lows. "I just think you're jealous, (Y/n). Why else would you be acting this way!?" Link shouts. You narrow your eyes at him. How dare he call you jealous? Even though it's true, you would never tell him that. You scoff. "I can't believe you think that I'm jealous just because you're dating Mrs. Perfect again! Zelda is just using you, can't you see that? This is the eighth time you two got back together, only a couple months after

Nobody knows that amidst his proud showcases of conceited arrogance and unblemished skin, France bears the heaviest and ugliest of wounds in the abysmal depths of his scarred heart. He doesn't show it – he never does – and whenever Matthieu asks him about the history of his people, he simply fakes a smile and plasters it onto his face, evading the past colony's queries with teasing comments and a cheerful façade. Nobody knows – and nobody needs to know – which is why Francis chooses to keep his mouth shut and his scars hidden from the view of the rest of the world. But no matter how many smiles he sends the nations' w

Touchy-Feely (Awesome Trio x Reader) Pop, pop, pop. The popcorn in the microwave softly beat out a tune, to which you gladly submitted to. A sigh of relief escaped your lips. “Home! Finally...” you breathed to yourself. Today had been a long, tiring day in which your main duty had been to deal with aggravating, ungrateful, belligerent people whose days’ had suddenly become ten times more important than yours. You flopped down on your couch clad in baggy pajama pants and a tank top. “Time for a Doctor Who marathon,” you said, taking up your remote and pointing it at the television. You wrapped a fluffy blanket a

Sting Eucliffe x Reader Chapter 1: Letting go "Hey, c'mon, cheer up, ___(y/n)." You felt a hand gently rest on your shoulder, walking beside your two friends. "I'm trying. It's gonna take some time, but thank you, Sting-kun, Lector-kun." You gave your blonde friend and his cat partner a tiny smile. Sting and Lector have been taking you out every day this past week, trying to  lift your mood after a very difficult break up with your ex. "I'm not saying this to make you feel better, but you really are better off without him." Sting hid his hands in his pockets. "Sting is right! All that jerk ever did was make you cry." Lector agreed while

It had commenced with a kiss, but neither of you had anticipated the way it ended in the manner that it had. The memories of the disastrous path echoed briefly in the mind’s eye of Levi as he observed the young man before him, looking pale and the vitality he exuded long gone. A woman of decent complexion and a hair of red had nervously entered the room, handing her superior the desired documents he ordered and left without another word. A light breeze swayed the drapes and the nervous boy felt the light draft cool his nerves. Weiss Wrage was, for all intent and purposes, a huge egotistical young man who loved showing off his acrobatic

Can you take this broken boy And put the pieces back as one *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* He was quietly sitting at his mahogany desk, sipping his Earl Grey tea. He was lost in his own nightmares, what others would simply call memories. The young boy could still picture everything, as if it had just happened the day before. Hell, he could still hear the cracks of the consuming fire and the cries of terror he had uttered. He could even feel the strong heat hit his skin and the lung-burning smell if he 'thought' too long. The thirteen year old sighed, shaking his head to try and eliminate for a while the disturbing thoughts that had conquered