laughing forest

it really disappoints me that jkr didn’t bring back the ford anglia in any of the books after chamber of secrets. like how great would it have been if, in deathly hallows, when harry is in the forbidden forest, ready to die, the car just comes speeding through, plowing down voldemort and all the death eaters…just imagine that


HEY @actualbird HERE ARE SOME DOODLES FOR U from that ficlet u wrote!!! i just thought it was super sweet, i hope u don’t mind!!!!!

dating ragnarsson would include
Ubbe :

- watching you in the eyes all the time
- him saying how beautiful you are in a whisper 
- race on a horse 
- having a lot of children 
- give you the most beautiful dresses

- go for a swim in the sea
- watching you with a cocky smile
- lay down and watch the sky
- sex everywhere and every time
- support you with all his heart

- spending day in the forest 
- laughing so much you can cry
- him taking your head when kissing you
- poetry 
- very protective

Ivar :
- acting like children at dinner
- cuddles in spoon
- being so proud of you in front of Aslaug
- being jealous of other man
- get tattoos together

reasons why i couldn’t believe season 1 wasn’t written as slow burn msr until i went to the wikipedia page: a list
  • “scully stripping in mulder’s hotel room
  • mulder confides his life story in scully after. like. one day.
  • necklace grabbing scene
  • “i can’t wait til u fall off and land on ur ass”
  • “i thought you said he was cute” “he’s a jerk… he’s not a jerk, he’s obsessed with his work”
  • scully DITCHING her fucking date to hang with mulder (very similar to a plot point in classic slow burn show castle)
  • “for god’s sake it’s me!”
  • “now i don’t trust them… i want to trust you”
  • being goddam parents to the evil twins
  • scully being kind of jealous of phoebe 
  • dana #1 + the cheek cupping
  • dana #2 + mulder trying to comfort her
  • scully giving mulder her coat after he’d been shot
  • dana #3 + the shoulder touch
  • dana #4&5
  • “you lay one hand on scully and so help me god”
  • “for those of you who don’t know already, this one’s important to me. so, uh, let’s do it right” 
  • barnett targeting scully
  • “i think it’s remotely plausible that someone might think you’re hot” 
  • “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. 

[read the one below at your own risk]

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:

Athletic #check

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 –

The Inuyasha Hunger Games

Because why not?

Let the games begin.

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* 

…And Jakotsu. 

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 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.”


…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


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’m just glad Jaken didn’t win…*cough*


Can you just see them now?

After they have defeated another foe…

EMMA: That was amazing! Another victory.

REGINA: That was very close. (scowls at Emma) TO DEATH. We could have died.

EMMA: What else is new?

REGINA: (halts and stares as Emma walks a little ahead) You’re smug. Why are you so smug?

EMMA: Because it’s US, Regina. It’s you and me and WE are doing what we do best in a fight. We win! Together. Side by side. It’s how we roll! Emma & Regina.

REGINA: (raises an eyebrow) Regina & Emma.

EMMA: (waves it off) We’re like Batman & Robin.

REGINA: (walks beside Emma, smirking) And of course WHO would be Batman in this scenario?

REGINA AND EMMA: (together) Me.

REGINA AND EMMA: (together) YOU!?

They both pause. Regina starts walking

REGINA: No. I think clearly, I’m Batman. You’re my little “sidekick-puppy-person”.

EMMA: What?! No way!

They come to a halt again.

REGINA: Now really. You’ve just controlled your powers all of “5 minutes” and you think you are the magical mastermind?

Regina starts walking. Emma follows and sidles up next to her.

EMMA: I was the Dark One! Those “5 minutes” felt like a freaking eternity with Gold in my head.

REGINA: I have been Magical for so long. I have performed spells you haven’t even heard of yet.

EMMA: But I’m the SAVIOR.

REGINA: (frowns at the ground in front of them) Your point?


REGINA: (appears as if she doesn’t want to argue anymore) Fine.

EMMA: You’re Robin. (twists her mouth in disgust) Which is just sad because that’s a STUPID name for a guy. (stomps forward a little)

REGINA: (sobers and grabs Emma’s elbow) Hey. Wait. (studies Emma, slowly smiles) You’re still jealous?

EMMA: What? No.

REGINA: (starts chuckling, slowly slips her hands around Emma’s waist) Aww, that’s cute.

EMMA: (grabs Regina’s shoulders) I’m not jealous!

REGINA: (pulls Emma closer, very close) Kiss me, stupid.

Their lips meet softly and quickly. Regina pulls away.

REGINA: You can be Batman.

EMMA: No. I’m not Batman because YOU say I’m Batman. I’m Batman BECAUSE I’m Batman.

REGINA: (now kissing down Emma jaw to the crook of her neck) Mmm-hmm. Yes, Darling.

EMMA: (whimpers, then straightens) No! I’m Batman! dammit. (stalks ahead)

REGINA: (unable to hide laughter) What? Emma! (carefully walks in heels through the forest, laughing) You’re missing a moment here.

Roommates - Derek Hale imagine

Room mates

Requested by @julieanncupcake

imagine with Derek and y/n liking each other but they don’t know it.

I’m sorry it’s quite a short one but if you enjoyed it I’ll do a part 2.

Warnings: Angry Derek but other than that not really just lots of fluff and cuteness

Note: I’m really new to this so sorry if it’s not how you wanted it, I tried 💕

Y/N POV “Good morning” I sing while running down the stairs of mine and my roommates small apartment, running late as usual for my job at a cafe.

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

“Morning” Derek smiles back with his usual cheerful laugh, his forest green eyes glistening in the morning sunshine, I notice today his stubble is more noticeable Derek always look sexier with a beard “breakfast?!” Derek snaps me out of my thoughts, was I staring? “N-no thank you I’m kinda running late I’ve got 10 minutes till my shift starts” he nods and his face drops “thank you for the offer though I would have if my boss wasn’t such a jerk” I apologised, he looked up at me causing butterflies in my stomach to erupt ‘how could a human being look so much like a angel he was beautiful’

“oh is she one of those really strict bosses” he inquired suspiciously “yes, well no he’s a he but he’s very strict” I replied. “I’ll drop you off” he urges after a few thoughtful seconds, did he pity me, no he’s just that kind, I’d met a few of his friends Stiles, the skinny, pale and sarcastic one. Scott the sweet tall mature one and Malia the beautiful, funny and weird one. At first I was jealous of Malia when Derek had introduced me to her although I don’t have any right to be jealous as me and Derek are only roommates but I was glad when he mentioned she’s his cousin. I remembered how stiles always called Derek a sour wolf, I never understood why he said that I’ve only ever seen Derek cheerful and kind.

“Are you sure I don’t mind catching the bus” I asked, although I enjoyed every second I spent with Derek and prayed for longer moments with him “of course, I’m free all day today” he protested with a shy smile, collecting his car keys and leather jacket while opening the door open for me “ladies first”

Originally posted by iminlovewithderekhale

he grins with that heart aching smile that made me explode inside. I walk out mouthing a “thank you” as he smiled back, I liked Derek a lot! But I never had the guts to ever mention my feelings towards him, Derek was a straight 10 and I was a 3 on a good day and I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.

“Is it okay if I park here? Is it close enough”

“ yes! Thank you soo much Derek I’ll see you after work” I quickly rush out looking at the time on my wrist “3 minutes late oh no” I mutter to myself running into the cafe.

Derek’s POV “Yes! Thank you so much Derek, I’ll see you after work” And her beautiful face is gone, I gulp at her sudden disappearance wishing I could spend more time with her, I knew she liked me, every time she saw me her heart beat raced like a sports car, her chemosignals would go crazy with nervousness when I got too close or accidentally made any physical contact with her, but she was so pure and innocent, naïve and kind I couldn’t bring myself to admit my feelings for her and risk her being dragged into the supernatural business and getting hurt. As I’m about to drive off I glance over where she was sat and notice her iPhone on the seat. I smile at y/n’s clumsiness always forgetting and dropping things, without thinking I grab her phone and run into the small cafe across the street.

I look around the crowded cafe unable to find Y/N, I use my wolf senses and at first only smell the strong coffee until I come across Y/Ns scent also picking up her chemo-signals, she’s scared and hurt, anger and frustration overcomes me as I barge past the groups of people trying too find her, until I come across her standing their crying, she doesn’t notice me standing there and neither does the male in front of her, his face red with anger

“I-I-I’m so sorry Johnny it won’t h-happen again” she sniffled, I feel a pain in my heart at Y/Ns sight so hopeless and scared, as I’m about to walk up to Y/N the man grabs her hand and pushes her, before whatever vile words he was about to say I grab him by his collar and push him against the wall

“if you ever, EVER TOUCH HER AGAIN I WILL RIP YOUR THROAT OUT WITH MY TEETH” “Oh my g- Derek Derek stop it’s okay” Y/N quickly comes by my side and tries to calm me down “DONT YOU DARE EVEN LOOK AT MY GIRLFRIEND” I warn him and see the terror in his eyes knowing I’ve done my job “Derek?” Y/N whimpers and puts a hand gently on my shoulder, I look at her and see her eyes full of tears “let’s go please?” I nod gently and releases the terrified man from under my grip and straighten his shirt out as a warning gesture before leaving holding Y/Ns hand.

When we get to the car she’s silent but I can tell she’s still hurt.

Y/Ns POV When we reach the car I’m lost in my thoughts replaying Derek’s words again and again in my mind 'girlfriend’? Did he really call me his girlfriend or was that just something he said in the heat of the moment…

“can I see your hand?” Derek softly asks before reaching his hand out, I nod and he continues to check my hand “did he hurt you? I’m sorry that’s a stupid question of course he did. Where did he hurt you?” Derek mumbles trying to calm himself yet the anger still in his voice. “ honestly I’m okay it was just a little pu” “Is this his first time? has he done this before? Has he ever tried to touch you in any other way?” He cuts me off before I can finish my sentence, judging by his facial expression I can tell he’s uncomfortable at the thought I don’t say anything and he slams his hands against the steering wheel causing me to flinch at the impact it had which caused the whole car to vibrate,

“ I should go back there and.. and kill him!” Derek growled, id never seen this side of Derek and it was making me scared I shift in my seat and Derek notices as the anger in his face softens to guilt “I-I’m sorry Y/N that you had to see this side of me it’s just that I care about you a lot and I feel protective over you and when I saw that idiot hurting you I didn’t think I just” he pauses thinking what to say “that’s okay Derek I understand you feel protective over me.. I know in only the friend sort of way…” I start to fidget with my hands looking away from Derek as I try to hold back my tears, my emotions getting the best of me. “Hey hey hey no don’t cry, please?” He cups my face and faces me towards him, the feeling of him touching me making me feel worse as a reminder that he’ll never be mine making me sob even more and suddenly Derek’s lips are attached to mine catching me off guard shocked at his sudden action I freeze not knowing what to do but my lips automatically started to kiss back with the same rhythm as Derek’s lips, I feel his tongue try to gain access and give him the entrance he was requesting.

seconds later he pulls away his hands still attached to my face and puts his forehead against mine and whispers “I’ve been wanting to do that for a very long time Y/N” I look up into his eyes and see no hesitance in his eyes at is words “you have?” I gasped and he smiles nodding back at my reaction, I pull away from him and playfully slap his arm “then why didn’t you do it sooner I’ve been waiting for YOU to do that for a very long time too” I laughed, “now, do you want to go get some breakfast?” Derek asks nervously, “ are you asking me out Mr. Hale?” I joke “well yes I am Miss. Y/L/N” he mimicks back and smiles at me and in this second I couldn’t wish for anything more “I would love too” I smile back at him and he starts to drive with a grin as wide as a highway plastered on his face.

Leshy,  in Slavic mythology, the forest spirit. The leshy is a sportive spirit who enjoys playing tricks on people, though when angered he can be treacherous. He is seldom seen, but his voice can be heard in the forest laughing, whistling, or singing. When the leshy is spotted, he can be easily recognized; for, though he often has the appearance of a man, his eyebrows, eyelashes, and right ear are missing, his head is somewhat pointed, and he lacks a hat and belt. In his native forest the leshy is as tall as the trees, but, the moment he steps beyond, he shrinks to the size of grass.

The leshy is a spirit of fairly homogeneous characteristics that are familiar to most Slavs living in heavily forested areas; the Ukrainians living in steppe country lack a fully articulated leshy and know about him from hearsay.

anonymous asked:

Okay, I have the most controversial opinion that is camp camp related... Ready? David is the most ironically straight guy. And he's top. Very top

Oh my god Bro David would be so very good. Like picture it: David cares about exactly 3 things:

  • One, pussy
  • Two, more pussy
  • And three, showing his campers the joy of nature and togetherness in a fun-filled and safe learning environment

(If I could draw or photoshop, this is where I’d include an image of David throwing up some super unintentionally-racist gang signs and wearing those sunglasses that are just, like, neon shutters? You know what I’m talking about? Someone please make that happen, I need it.)

Blushes, Mumbles and Love - Edmund x Reader

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)

Warnings: None


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.

Roots (Part Eighteen: Final)

Originally posted by jonginssoo

EXO Fanfic: Fantasy AU
Main Pairing: Female Reader x Byun Baekhyun (Light Fairy)You are an Elven Outsider living in the Human World, living peacefully as a florist and gardener. But your peace shatters when you are discovered by a Representative from the Council of the Other World. Will he discover your secrets?

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Many seasons ago the First Elf was dying. She was very old; many moons and suns had passed before her eyes, and her feet had tread countless steps. She was happy. She had many children, watched them grow like saplings into fine trees, watched them laugh and love. The Forest was full of her people and echoed with her love.

When she began to feel her bones aching, her breathing slowly, she knew she did not have long left. She did not mind, her life had been long and fruitful. But, the Heart Tree - the first tree she had planted in her now flourishing forest - had grown despondent. The First Elf’s family grew worried, seeing the Heart Tree’s powers diminishing and the flowers not appearing.

‘Why are you so sad?’ the First Elf asked, hand on the bark.

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Warnings: kinda annoying maybe? fluff, swearing probably (y’all know me), 

Plot: Reader doesn’t like girly things as stated many times bellow and so the pretty gifts she knows Peter is leaving for her get on her nerves until she confronts him about his feelings for her.

Word Count:1,873


tags at the bottom.

A white peacock feather, a deep purple pearl, a silver necklace with a large red jeweled pendant and a ebony hair comb studded with blue gemstones.

This is what I found on my bedside dresser this morning.

Like the other things Peter thinks he’s sneakily left me, I opened the top drawer and swept the items onto the ever growing pile of lavish gifts.

   “This needs to stop,” I mumbled to myself. But I still smiled to myself because I love the attention.

I know very well that Peter isn’t the type for trinkets. In fact we are very similar in what we like. Weapons, games, pranks.

It confuses me that he thinks I would like anything like the gifts he leaves me.

I’m not even sure he knows I know it’s him. He never says anything and neither do I.

Not until today. I decided to see how far he would go to get me something I liked.

I reached back into the draw and pulled out the red jeweled necklace before heading off to breakfast.

   “What’s that?” Tootles asked me as I held it in my hand while eating bread by the fire.

   “It’s just a gift one of the boys has left me,” I sighed.

   “Why are you sighing?” he asked. “It it not something you like?”

I noted Peter subtly listening to our conversation on the other side of the fire pit.

   “It’s not that I don’t like it,” I said slightly louder to be sure Peter heard me. “It’s just these gifts I’m getting are becoming repetitive. I don’t know who’s leaving them but a girl living on and island only needs so many necklaces and combs,”

Peter’s face looked like head realised something. Then he stood and walked off into the forest.

I smiled to myself.

   “Why are you smiling?” Tootles asked, reminding me he was still sitting by my side.

   “Because Peter heard everything we were talking about,” I laughed lightly. “I know it’s him leaving all these gifts and I’m trying to see what he’ll get me if he thinks I’m not satisfied with my presents.”

   “That makes you seem ungrateful,” he smirked at me.

   “I’m grateful for the effort and attention,” I said thoughtfully. “But being one of the few boys that actually speaks to me you know very well that I’m not one for girly things,”

   “This is true,” he laughed. “Are you ever going to give me back my knife?”

   “Hey I won that knife fair and square,” I grumbled. “It’s about time you stop referring to it as yours,”

The following day I woke up to a parcel on my bedside dresser. Brown paper tide with twine.

I sat up with and eager smile and tore open the paper, revealing a beautiful wooden box, stained a deep caramel colour. The latch and lid hinges were a polished brass and on the bottom was a velvet finish to give it grip.

I smirked at the effort and opened the box. In it was rows of plush velvet covered cushions each holing several jeweled rings.

   “Really?” I thought aloud. “I said I was over necklaces so I get rings instead?”

One towards the centre of the box caught my eye. It was a simple steel band with a strange symbol etched into it. 

It didn’t house any jewels or gems.

The symbol didn’t look to mean anything, simply decoration.

   “This is nice…” I hummed and pulled the ring from the cushion.

I slipped on on my middle finger but found it too tight, then on my ring finger but found it too loose.

Eventually I put it on my right thumb and smiled as I held my hand before me, admiring the tough look it gave my small hand.

An idea suddenly popped into my head to put some other gifts to use that I would enjoy.

I rummaged through the draw and managed to find 7 feathers all seemingly from different birds.

I wove them into some small warrior braids running along my hairline from the top of my ears to the nape of my neck, one on either side with feathers tied in at the bottom as well.

I got a few looks from the boys on my way to breakfast, clearly about my hair, doubtfully about the ring.

   “Nice style,” Tootles grinned as I sat between him and Cubby. “I filled Cubby in on your plan to mess with Peter,”

   “Thanks,” I grinned at the compliment. I held out my hand so they could see the ring too. “I got this among others this morning,”

   “I wish Peter was in love with me,” Cubby sighed, earning confused looks from Tootles and I,

   “Are you in love with Peter?” I asked. “I didn’t know you swung that way,”

   “What? No!” Cubby seemed to realise what he’d said and his reaction brought laughter from Tootles and I. 

   “I just want gifts!” Cubby reached around me and whack Tootles in the arm.

   “Ease off now boys,” I laughed. “I still want to enjoy my breakfast,”

   “Shh Peter’s coming,” Tootles nudged me.

   “I’m talking about breakfast why do I need to shush?” I raised an eyebrow at him.

   “Just the other thing,” he whispered as Peter sat down in his usual spot on the opposite side of the fire pit.

   “Hey check this,” Cubby giggled a little before speaking louder. “Y/N did you get any gifts today?”

Peter’s head shot up like a sleeping dog who heard someone say ‘walk’

   “I found a box of ring on my dresser,” I smiled. “It’s a nice change from necklaces but seriously, who needs jewelry on Neverland?”

   “Well you would look rather fetching with that red pendant you had yesterday stuffed between your-”

   “Tootles!” I whack the black and white clad boy in the arm. “How lewd! I never took you for a lecher!”

I huddled slightly closer, noticing the anger appearing on Peter’s face. 

   “What the hell?” I hissed quickly.

   “Just roll with it,” he hissed back and reached behind me to tap Cubby who nodded to say he would also go along with whatever Tootles was planning.

   “I don’t know how your secret admirer is Y/N,” he said loud enough for Peter to hear. “But If I had the chance to win the affections of someone as beautiful as you I would find a way off this island and bring you a dragon!”

he winked and gestured to Peter with his eyes.

I glance quickly at him and saw how intently he was listening.

Then Cubby joined in.

   “As one of you closest friend my dear Y/N,” he said dramatically. “I know that you do not care for trinkets nor would you have use of a dragon. Even if silly Tootles could find a way off Neverland and manage to survive not only meeting a dragon but capturing it. If I were to attempt to win your affections I would present you with armor fashioned from Tootle’s dragon’s hide,”

I laughed at the fake battle boys we having over me.

   “Well I thank you for both of your suggestions but sadly neither of you are my secret admirer,” I smiled then added. “He who is though should reveal himself soon or find something practical fitting of a lost girl,”

I made sure to enunciate lost girl enough so maybe he’d catch on to something less girly as I watched him run his hand through his hair thoughtfully before vanishing.

The next morning I was eager to find what was left for me and found pretty iron key with a little bow tied to the handle.

I sat up and saw by the foot of my bed, a large wooden chest, likely what the key unlocks.

I grabbed the key and knelt in front of the chest and opened it to discover piles of clothes.

I held up a pair of pants that resembled those of a wealthy horse rider.

   “Seriously?” I mumbled as I rummaged further into the chest

I saw a deep red piece of silky fabric and gently tugged the whole thing to the surface.

I wasn’t sure what I was holding until I stood in front of the full body mirror that seemed to company the chest.

I wanted to scowl but I was surprised by the lovely sight before me.

The item was a floor length gown that trailed far along the ground.

   “Hmm…” I smiled slightly as I though of going to a gala in this.

Then I remembered how much i hate galas. And where I was.

I growled and tossed the dress back into the chest.

   “Peter!” I shouted once I’d left the camp, unable to find him.

   “Yes?” his voice came from above me.

I looked up and saw him lounging on a tree branch carving something wooden, rounded and intricate like a ring but much larger.

   “I said that you should either reveal yourself or present me something fit for a lost girl,” I put my hand on my him triumphantly as I saw him stiffen in shock. “A chest full of pretty clothes is not what I had in mind,”

   “How did you know it was me?” he looked at me nervously.

I was surprised to see our fearless leader show nerves like that of a young boy.

   “I’ve known the whole time!” I half shouted. “For starters who else has access to the type if things? The other boys can’t leave to get them and the imagination power of the island cant create something wish such quality. and secondly I’ve seen you sneaking around my tent at night! I’m a light sleeper,”

He looked thoughtful for a few moments.

   “So the things you’ve been saying to Tootles and Cubby about your disinterest in the gifts,” he started slowly. “It was a trick?”

   “I wanted to see if you’d catch on that I don’t like girly things,” I huffed with a smirk.

   “How am I meant to catch on to that?” he laughed, jumping down from his spot in the tree. “What kind of things do you like?”

   “Not fancy chests full of dresses and riding pants,” I rolled my eyes. “We don’t even have horses on Neverland, what am I meant to ride? Ground hogs out in the forest?”

he laughed then. I could see my jokes and calm demeanor we making him less nervous. 

   “Why do you keep leaving gifts for me?” I folded my arms over my chest.

   “You haven’t figured it out?” he raised his eyebrows in surprise.

   “Oh no of course I have I just want you to say it,” i smirked evilly.

   “Say what?” he copied my smirk as he stepped closer.

   “You like me,” I drew out the word ‘like’ in a girly voice to tease him.

   “Shut up,” he laughed stepping close enough that I had to crane my neck to look up at him.

   “It’s okay because I like you too,” I grinned.

He held up the wooden ring he’d been carving so I was able to see it was a crown.

   “What do you think of this?” he offered it to me.

   “I like it,” I smiled as i turned it over in my hands. “But is it really fit for a lost girl?”

   “Perhaps not a lost girl,” he too the crown from my hands and placed it lightly on my head. “But it is fit for a queen,”

I closed the space between us and kissed him harshly on the lips. He wrapped his arms around my waist while mine slinked up into his hair. 

Then I pulled away and smiled.

   “But seriously though I want cool knives or some shit,”


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