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Cold Toes Denmark x Reader“HEY LISTEN!” You heard the grating voice of Navi, the annoying fairy
that followed and pestered poor Link everywhere he went.
You growled in frustration, and then threw the covers over your head.
You’re boyfriend Mathias was repeatedly mashing the a and b buttons,
screaming at the TV and keeping you up. ‘Lovely’ you thought.
“HEY LISTEN!” Was repeated at least two times until you heard a certain
obnoxious Dane’s voice yell,
“NO YOU LISTEN!!” And then a long string of curses.
‘How long has he been playing Ocarina of Time.’ you thought and groaned
with lack of sleep.
Everything was silent for a minute or two, so you decided to get comfy and
go back to sleep when you heard “What is with these stupid face raping
mummies!” A frustrated, defeated sigh, then you heard him turn of the TV.
and make his way up the stairs. The door creaked open and a very pissed
Dane trudged in and grumbled a few curses. You turn
Cute... Twilight Princess Link x ReaderYou glanced sideways at your blonde partner, who had killed at least five enemies in one swing of the Master Sword. Admiration soared
through you. You looked up to Link. His bravery, loyalty, skill, and to top it all off he was drop dead gorgeous. You blushed at the
thought, not only did you admire the swordsmen but you loved to. You loved him since you first met him in Ordon, six years ago.
~Le Flash Back~
You were sitting on the front steps of your hut glancing around in boredom when you noticed a boy lying in a patch of weeds not far
from you. You, being the shy one you are, opted to ignore him. He wasn’t bothering you anyway. You decided to look at a nearby tree
to draw your focus elsewhere. But your mind wondered to the beautiful boy napping in the weeds. ‘Gah!’ You thought and rubbed your
tired eyes, deciding to take a good look at him. You then got up and wandered towards the napping kid.
‘Hmm…’ You thought. ‘He’s so cute.’
Personal Romeo JeanxReaderYou cringed as sharp pains raced throughout your body.
“Ouch!” You screamed, which woke up the whole infirmary.
“Oh, tehe s-sorry, everyone.” You scratched the back of your head.
“Pfft…” One of your teammates, Jean, scoffed at you. “Could you at least be quiet, you yell and scream like a pregnant cow, (Y/N)! SHUT UP!” He growled.
You ran your small hands through your (h/l) (h/c) hair.
“Gee, sorry Jean I’m in so much pain.” You spat back sarcastically. “Lest I remind you, you’re the one that got us in that tight spot with the giant lumbering TITAN!” You screamed.
Jean turned to look at you, and even through the darkness, you could see the sorrow painted on his tan features.
You immediately regretted the words you just screamed at him.
“Jean I-I’m sorry please I-“ You stuttered.
“No, you’re right (y/n). It was my fault.” He sighed as he laid back down. He
My Master...(Alucard Integra)Integra fiddled with the ends of her black tight fitted turtleneck sweater.
Earlier that morning she hadn’t felt like she should deal with the complicated suit
She wore on a daily basis. Unlike today she had a huge migraine. She was supremely
Glad Alucard wasn’t here; recently she would heat up and feel all tingly. All the
telltale signs of being in ‘love’. But she refused to say it. ‘Maybe I do love him.’ She
sighed at the thought. Then scoffed ‘Please as if I should think such things about a monster.’
“An abomination of God!” She yelled out loud.
“So, you’re thinking of me, my master.” She heard a dark chuckle imitate from the
dark corner of the room. She felt, his often used, sultry laugh reverberate through her tickling her bones and skin. But ,as often as she heard the laugh, she could tell sadness was laced within the mirth.
“What is wrong Alucard?” She asked complete
The Fate of a Country (Prussia Hungary)Beautiful notes of music drifted through Austria’s piano room. Prussia closed his eyes and let the melancholy melody seep into the
unseen cracks in his self-conscience mind. Not being a country now was hard…..so hard. After being demoted from a country he had
come down with a fatal illness and he would die in the next two years. He stared at the door.
“Prussia, what’s wrong?” Hungary had snuck up on him and prodded the German who looked so depressed, which was out of character
for him. He hadn’t told her the saddening news thinking she wouldn’t care whether he lived or not she had Austria. Though he knew
she cared for him but not in the way he had cared for her every since finding out she was a woman.
He sighed then pushed himself of the wall and tried to put as much distance as he could between them.
“W-what’s wrong, Prussia.” She took two steps toward him in an attempt to close the gap between them. As she did s
Of Snake Charmers and TreesThere are mathematicians
that calculate the gravitational
pull that tethers us to one another,
teasing sense out of the fabric
of Time and Space like
wizened snake charmers.
I thought them so horribly
unromantic, searching for
logic amidst wildflowers--
reasoning being reason enough
to put one foot in front
of the other each day.
True beauty lay printed
on petals and pages,
where I delved for pearls;
the patterns in the pathos
intriguing me into each
rising of the sun.
I do not remember when
it occurred to me that
without fractals there would
be no trees, nor without love
would people have any reason
to calculate the distances that
separate them from their muses.
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