“i told her it would be a nice trip to the forest”
“fox…” [laughs] “i, i even made my parents call me mulder, so… mulder” “mulder i wouldn’t put myself on the line for anyone but you” “if there’s an iced tea in that bag, could be love” “must be fate, mulder. root beer”
all the touching and the protective and whatnot
in conclusion how the hell did they expect us not to ship them. um.
Rhys and I stood on the edge of the stones, both of us
staring nervously out at the water.
“It’s not deep enough.” He said.
I bit my lip, considering ever factor, every variable.
“There’s a shallow part up there right next to a low hanging branch. If he hits
He shook his head. “I’m worried about the width. One
wrong breeze and he could-”
“Would you two stop worrying?” Cassian cut in. I
looked up to where he was strolling from the small camp Rhys and I had set up
the night before. “He’ll be fine. We’ve trained plenty of younglings with half
the safety precautions and we’ve yet to kill one.”
I paled at the word kill, but nodded anyway.
is right. I told Rhys. And
it’s not like he’s unused to dangerous things.
Rhys’s lips played in a smile. I will always treasure the memory of you knocking him flat on his ass
accidentally with a wooden sword.
as I’ll treasure the memory of him beating you in a strategy game.
let him win.
I walked towards the tent before he could answer. I
felt the amused expression on his face following me. A second later, he sent an
image of something that was definitely not
appropriate for the situation.
I hissed back. Rhys.
Ashryn just developed her scenting abilities. I’d rather not have her asking
about the funny smell in the air whenever you get that expression.
expression? He responded innocently.
I shook my head.
Then I heard a scream.
I realized it had come from the tents and bolted
towards them. I was across the clearing and opening the flap in a flash.
I scowled at what I found inside. Nesta was
frantically pouring water on the smoldering blanket, scowling as Nyle and
Ashryn argued in the corner. As soon as they saw me, they both threw their
hands up, pointing to the other.
“She set the blanket on fire!” Nyle blabbed.
Ashryn’s eyes were more furious than was probably
normal for a seven year old. She scowled and retorted. “Only ‘cause Nyle snuck
up on me.”
“I was just getting you back for earlier.” He wrinkled
his nose. “Don’t be such a baby.”
“I’m not a
baby!” She yelled.
“The carpet says different.” He responded.
“Maybe it’s a mirror and you’re getting me mixed up
with yourself!” She yelled.
“Ashryn. Nyle.” I said sharply. They both quieted
down. “Do we need to go home?”
Ashryn looked at the ground. “No, Mom.”
“Please no.” Nyle whined.
I tucked Ashryn’s gold hair behind her ear and mussed
Nyle’s dark locks. “Ready, then?”
Nyle nodded. I grabbed his hand and lead him out of
the tent, Ashryn bounding up behind us.
“Can I please
learn how to today?” She begged, skipping between the tufts of grass. Her violet
eyes grew wide as she caught sight of the creek Rhys and I had prepared with
magic, deepening and widening it so it would break any fall. “Just cause Nyle’s
“How’d you learn to fly, Mom?” Nyle interrupted. “Uncle
Cass said you didn’t learn like Daddy and him.”
“Azriel taught me.” I answered simply. The entire
story would take too long.
“How did you and Daddy meet?” Ashryn said suddenly.
I swallowed my laugh. “That’s a rather long story. I’d
be telling you until midnight and then Nyle wouldn’t get his first lesson.”
“I’ll tell you.” Rhys said from behind us. I had heard
him sneaking up on us, but I hadn’t said anything. It was worth it to hear the
squeals coming from a startled Ashryn. Nyal, who had recently decided that he
was too old to be scared of anything, quickly hid his surprised yell with a
Rhys lifted Ashryn onto his shoulders, letting her
swing her legs in the air as he held her hands. “Your mother saw me and decided
I was the handsomest person she’d ever met.”
Nyle and Ashryn both wrinkled their noses. “Gross.”
“Yep.” I said quickly, shooting Rhys a dry glare. “Come
on, let’s go.”
Nyle and I ran to the edge of the creek. Rhys set
Ashryn down and knelt down next to him.
Nyle had inherited Rhys’s ability to gain and lose his
wings at will, while Ashryn had inherited my mix of magic. So it was easier for
Rhys to get started. When I taught Ashryn, I’d have to put her through the same
exhausting process I’d gone through with Azriel, slowly building wings from
As Ashryn watched her brother and Rhys, she frowned.
Then she looked up at me. “Please, Mom?”
The whine was gone from her voice. It was just a small
plea this time.
I nodded, smiling faintly, and pulled her into the
A few hours later, Ashryn and I walked back to camp
muddy and sweaty, both of us grinning. She had a small scrape on her knee and a
bruise on one arm, but she didn’t seem to notice as she skipped over to Nyle.
I smiled at Rhys as he lifted a brow. “What did you
two do?” He asked.
I just smiled faintly. “I taught her to fly.”
He glanced at her, confused. “But wings…”
Ashryn was teasing Nyle about his soaked clothes. “How
did it go with him?” I nodded towards them.
Rhys smiled softly. “Better than I could ask. Better
than my first time, probably. He still fell a lot though.”
I nodded. “Ashryn, Nyle.” I called.
They both looked up. “Yeah?”
I grinned. “Want to race? Girls against boys?”
do you have in mind? Rhys asked.
things. It was my turn to send him an inappropriate image. But pertaining to this, just one.
and beautiful, as always, Feyre darling.
have no idea. I smirked as Nyle eagerly nodded.
Rhys and I walked to the edge of the spring next to
“On your mark…” I said, winking at Ashryn. She bounced
up and down excitedly. “Get set…”
I took a breath and summoned wind. Rhy’s wings whipped
out, along with Nyle’s.
Before either boy could flap their wings, Ashryn and I
shot across the creek, propelled by a powerful gust of wind. Nyle’s complaining
shout rang across the forest as I scooped up Ashryn and held her high above my
head, both of us still floating.
“We win!” She yelled. Her golden hair had come loose
from her braid. It whipped around her face, her cheeks rosy.
“Not fair!” Nyle yelled.
“Come on,” Rhys chuckled. “Let’s go back to camp.”
going to repay you for that. He promised, laughing
into my mind.
I smirked again, then blushed as he sent another
Ashryn sniffed the air. “Mom, what’s that smell?”
From the other side of the creek, Rhys fell down
“Forest creature.” I said quickly.
Her nostrils flared again. “It’s gone now.” She noted.
I nodded as solemnly as I could manage. “It must have
bring it back. Rhys promised.
I scowled. Good
luck with that now.
take that as a challenge.
I could hardly contain my grin as I responded. Let’s hope you don’t lose this one.
Somehow, the idea of Kouga taking alcohol doesn’t surprise me. And Inuyasha just grabs a shovel…because…yeah. That’s smart. Also, who knew it would be so easy to kill Naraku? Way to go Bankotsu! Takin’ one for the team!
…And Jaken, you poor, poor imp.
I admit. I may have laughed a bit harder from Jaken begging for death than I should have. Honestly, this is kind of scarily accurate, while still being OOC enough to be hilarious.
And geez…Inuyasha, you and mom number two having a chit chat? Got something you’d like to share with the class?
Also a cannon shot announcing Naraku was dead, but we knew that.
Well. Bye Kouga. :’D *sheds tear*
Lol, Jaken I swear to all things holy, you are going to be my downfall in this. Everything you do is making me laugh.
“In the forest, in the trees…in the mountains, in the breeze… Lord Sesshomaru, where are you?” - Jaken 2017 while picking flowers.
Also, somehow Kaede camouflaging herself reminds me of when Inuyasha buried her.
…I mean, I should have seen this coming. Even though Naraku’s dead, Kohaku has always seemed a bit shady.
AND OMG INUYASHA IS CUDDLING WITH HIS DAD *cries*
And I mean, of course Sesshomaru would win. But why, Shippo? Why?
And uh…good going Ginta. You do you.
…Rin, how could you? The only reason Sesshomaru died is because he couldn’t fight Rin. :c So sad.
Better watch out though, because his mommy is about to throw down.
And I mean…I might have stabbed Myoga too if he didn’t stop trying to suck my blood. :D
So here we have the current status. Still not over Sesshomaru’s death.
“Lord Sesshomaru has fallen! Please end my miserable life!”
“No, I will not. You must continue in his stead.”
“…My lady! You are absolutely right! LORD SESSHOMARU I WILL CONTINUE THIS JOURNEY IN YOUR ABSENCE!”
…and what better way to do that than…
…Slicing Inuyasha with Bakusaiga? :D
And I mean, we knew it was going to happen. Sesshomaru’s parents had an arranged marriage.
I find it ironic that Kaede has trouble starting a fire after setting Rin on fire.
I don’t miss them. :D
JAKEN, FOR GOODNESS’ SAKE WE’VE BEEN THROUGH THIS.
I don’t know whether to be sad or relieved that Jaken is dead, because I was about to go into shock if he won. In the end…his biggest weakness was being cold-blooded.
I don’t feel bad for you Kaede. I hope Rin haunts you.
Ah, what a lovely couple.
But all good things must come to an end.
You know…he would probably be the one most likely to win, with Sesshomaru right behind him.
I had been wondering for quite some time, about Ishikawa Kaito ( Kageyama Tobio’s VA) and his ‘obsession interest’ towards Hinata Shouyo. So here, my theory, Ishikawa Kaito favorite girl Vs Hinata Shouyou:
Short Hair #check
Cheer him up when he feels depressed…
And simply being together makes him happy…..
So basically Kageyama Tobio’s seiyuu’s favorite girl is Hinata Shouyou in different gender??? It actually makes sense now *bitter laugh*
–【Style of the PRINCE】Guest no. 23 Ishikawa Kaito Vol.4 –
Request: Can I make a request for a Edmund Imagine, where Edmund’s gonna propose to the reader, but is very shy to? @caesariavictorian
Setting: The Golden Ages, Narnia
Characters: Edmund Pevensie, (Y/N)
I felt myself breathing hard as I yanked the reigns from side to side, my stead weaving through trees and leaping over fallen trunks. My heart was pounding viciously which made my grin widen. I carefully took a peak behind me to see through the blurry image of trees.
He wasn’t there. I won.
I patted the horse’s side and slowed down as soon as we reached the clearing. Edmund and I were on our way to meet here, yet somehow it turned into a competition.
I jumped off my horse, Alerio, and grabbed an apple from my satchel before feeding it to him. He gladly took it as I stroked his side.
“Didn’t you see Phillip when you were riding, Al?”
“No, Lady (Y/N). I was busy trying not to crash into the oak trees.”
I smiled sympathetically and it wasn’t long before I heard gallops from a distance. I turned to see the dark-haired Just King approach me with his horse, a smile abroad his face.
“This is the third time this week, Ed. When are you gonna learn to catch up with me?”
Edmund jumped off his horse and patted Philip down before taking his satchel and emptying it out on the floor. Our horses chased after the flashes of red and green and began to devour them slowly.
“If you honestly think one apple is going to satisfy your horse, then you mustn’t be the noble rider I though you were.”
I pouted. “I had more in my bag.”
Edmund approached me, placing his hands onto my waist. “Sure you did.”
I rolled my eyes before he leaned in and kissed me slowly. My heart began to quicken and I led my hands to rest on his shoulders as I kissed him gently. He pulled away and looked at me with his soft, golden brown eyes.
I’ve known Edmund and his siblings for a long while now, almost five years. He and I began courting two years after we met, and even as his best friend, I didn’t know half as much as I think I did. Edmund was more caring than others thought, and he made sure that I knew that. He was ridiculously smart and stupid at the same time. And he was loving, so loving of everyone around him.
I took one of my hands and raked it through the back of his hair before hugging him. His strong arms wrapped around my torso and he held me tightly against him. I was lifted from the ground and spun around, the action of my King making me laugh happily.
I heard his laugh too, deep and full of wonder. He placed me back onto the floor and rested both his hands in my hair, his palm warm and long fingers pressed against my skin.
“I love you,” I whispered.
“I love you too,” he replied, pecking my nose before leading me to the trunk of a tree.
“So,” I began, intertwining my fingers with his. “Why’re we all the way out here? Why not head to where we were two days ago?”
“You mean the river?” He asked.
I nodded, with a smirk upon my face.
“What so I could see you half naked, again?” He laughed.
I shrugged. “You didn’t seem to mind.”
Edmund leaned against a tree and pulled me in with him, the leaves’ shadows shading us. “Shut up.”
I giggled and leaned into his chest, his warmth making me feel safe.
“Do you remember this place?” He asked quietly.
I turned around and studied the area of the bright, green clearing but nothing came to mind. I shook my head as I faced him again.
“It’s where I found you when you were being chased by bandits. Where we first met.”
A guilty blush appeared on my cheeks, recalling the moment when Edmund and his brother found me in the middle of nowhere. How could I forget?
“I…uh,” Edmund scratched the back of his neck. “I thought you were beautiful.”
I looked up at him, my eyes watering as he continued to speak. “You were scared and stubborn, you didn’t want to get on the horse and you-” Edmund laughed softly. “-you punched Peter in the face.”
A wide smile appeared on my lips and I scratched my arm timidly. “I didn’t know what he was going to do, I was just taking precautions.”
Edmund’s laugh quietened as he gazed at me. “I just…I don’t know- I liked you for a long time. After we became friends, I was impatient. I wanted you to know how I felt.”
I drew circles with my thumb into his waist as I stared up at him, his cheeks were tinged pink and he kept scrunching his eyebrows.
“Edmund, what’s wrong?” I inquired, quickly picking up that he was nervous.
“I just…” he began. “I don’t know how to say…”
My eyebrows furrowed as he reached into his pocket, pulling out a sheet of paper and briefly looking at it before shoving it back into his trousers.
Edmund cleared his throat before saying, “I feel like our relationship is working out- wait no, give me a second.”
I giggled a bit as Edmund turned away from me for a brief moment, seemingly talking to himself. He look back at me with a nervous grin and rubbed the back of his neck.
“This was harder than I thought…” he mumbled.
I let my arms drape around his waist as I smiled up at him. “What is it?”
I slipped my hand into his pocket and before he began to protest, the sheet of paper was sitting in my palm. As I began to read, I could clearly tell it wasn’t Edmund’s handwriting; it was Peter’s.
My eyes scanned through it and I felt blood rush to my cheeks when I read the final part…
“(Y/N)?” Edmund questioned as I handed the paper back to him and stepped away from the tree. My eyes turned towards the direction of Cair Paravel and through my pounding heart, I knew that that was where I wanted to stay. Edmund knew that’s where I wanted to stay.
I threw myself at Edmund, surprising both of us, as I clung my hands onto his neck and kissed him passionately.
I felt his heartbeat quicken as kissed me back, equally as passionate. He walked back towards the tree and pushed me softly against it, intertwining our hands as we felt our smiles against each other.
I pulled away and saw Edmund with a small box in his hands.
His eyes and lips shared the same beautiful grin as he gestured for me to open the box. A simple golden band with a diamond sitting in the middle was lying inside.
“Are you asking me to marry you, Edmund Pevensie?” I inquired soothingly. “If so; I’ll possibly consider it.”
The Just King’s laugh echoed throughout the forest as he held me for the thousandth time. And after slipping my engagement ring onto my finger, I asked, “You really had to get Peter’s help?”
His lips pressed against mine to shut me up, and this would continue to happen for years to come.
Summary: Learning each other’s strengths is easy. Learning each other’s weaknesses? Infinitely hard. Also, title credit to Yeats
It seemed like a good idea at the time.
To be fair, most things that ended with Killian and sex tended to be good ideas.
(And led to orgasming until her fucking eyeballs popped.)
They weren’t shy with each other. While Emma may have the emotional maturity of a maple tree, she had never been afraid of her body. After her first fumblings in the back of the bug with Neal, she had gone through the works.
There had been the bartender in Miami with the huge dick and big dissapointment when it turned out he had no idea what to do with it other than insert tab a into tab b.
The mechanic somewhere bumfuck between Portland and Boston who went hard and fast against the wall until she had hissed a warning against leaving marks.
A beautiful brunette with endless curls, doe-eyes, and a mischievous red smile who ate her out until Emma went from suspecting to 100% sure she was a prostitute. She never asked.
There were blondes men and punk women and everything in between until Emma knew to simply flip them on their back, take what she needed, and make a clean getaway before the word ‘breakfast’ could be uttered.
@sticki-notes I legit started to write this as soon as I could AND THEN GOT REALLY SLEEPY SO THIS IS SHORT BUT I’LL REWRITE IT SOON I PROMISE
Evan laughed, running through the forest, holding his best friend’s hand as he ran, almost tripping over a root, laughing softly. Something about Connor’s hand in his felt so … right. But he would never admit that.
They fell down onto the grass, laughter bubbling from their lips as Connor began to talk about his favorite band, rambling in an excited tone that Evan loved to hear.
“Wanna climb the big oak tree?” Evan asked after half an hour, sitting up happily.
Connor nodded and the two boys stood up, running over to the oak, Connor hoisting up Evan and he began to climb. By this point, Evan’s cast was off so he could climb without difficulty.
When they reached the top, they sat on the same branch, talking about anything and everything, just wanting to be with each other.
“Can I do something stupi-” Connor started before frowning. “Fuck it-” He said, pressing his lips against Evan’s in a at first rough kiss that quickly softened to a loving one, Evan scooting closer, Connor wrapping an arm around him. Evan suddenly pulled away.
“This is not safe, I mean we could fall, and die, and I could break my arm, again, and that would be really really really bad so we should probably climb down and-”
Connor chuckled. “Yeah, let’s climb down.”
The instant they were on the ground they were kissing again, soft and exploring, trying to figure out each other’s lips and mouths. After a while they were in the grass again, cuddling and exchanging lazy kisses, bright blushes on both of their cheeks. “What does this make us?” Evan finally asked and Connor shrugged. “Really good friends.” He joked and Evan’s eyes widened and Connor cursed in his head. “I was joking, don’t worry.” He said, fiddling with his thumbs. “I was thinking, maybe we could be boyfriends?” Connor offered, his tone a mix of confidence and anxiety.
Evan nodded, kissing him once more. “I-I would like that.