Percy Jackson: Nicox(M)Reader 19, The Questing VanPercy Jackson: Nicox(M)Reader 19, The Questing Van by bloggerofstupid
Joel had been a mess of tears.
"Why can't I come?" I managed to decipher the sob-filled sentence. He sat in my lap in our tiny little front yard, his head propped up against my chest. Who knows how long we sat like that. I made sure to cement the feeling of his hair and the sound of his voice in my brain- hopefully further down in there this time, so it couldn't be erased. Quintenn was going to stay here to guard him while I was gone. That gave me quite a lot of comfort.
"You wouldn't like it," I whispered back. "It's a long, boring road trip, and they won't even be playing good music along the way." The others should be here any minute to pick me up, first to head back to camp. Then off we go.
"But... you'd be there."
He talked like I was leaving for good, and it just about killed me. I reached into my backpack and pulled out two devices, exactly the same. They looked like 4-by-4 inch box TV's attached to a thick metal stand
FEF: Stahl x Reader |A Matter of Trust| FEF: Stahl x Reader |A Matter of Trust|  by Inezel
It started as a rumor.
Ricken had been in the men’s bathing tent, a ways away from Chrom. Push came to shove, and next thing he knew (Name) was in there screaming at Chrom and throwing things at him. The mage had ducked for cover, keeping his nether regions hidden far from sight as he attempted to keep from getting his nose broken by flying soap bars.
And that’s when he heard it; Chrom and (Name) talking to each other, apologizing and mentioning something about being partners in crime. And what’s worse? That they’d both “seen each other naked”. Ricken was absolutely mortified.
So, where is one supposed to go when discovering this kind of information? Not to Maribelle. And where does Ricken go?
“They did what?!” Maribelle practically screeched, and Ricken shushed her, a panicked look in his eyes. She glared at him indignantly, obviously ruffled by the new development. Not to mention their faces were blazi
exotique. // Snake x m!Reader [omake]exotique. // Snake x m!Kitsune!Readerexotique. // Snake x m!Reader [omake] by Ms-Towa
exotique. – Omake
(takes place after the end of chapter five)
in which Kaname is born
I rested on the back of a giant serpentine with iridescent misty blue scales and a lion-like mane of snowy white hair. A pair of rich, vibrant brown horns protruded from his temples, and a pair of shining crystals were embedded within his eye sockets that seemed to make him appear all-knowing, all-seeing, as though not a single soul could hide a secret from him. He was a regal dragon one could call "The Wind" since his real name was unknown to many. He ruled the skies, and by calling his real name could one earn the right to have him carry oneself from one end of the world to the next similar to how the wind could sweep me away in flower petals to the one who called my name.
At the memory of Snake, my heart ached.
I held the shining white blossom between my fingers, twirling it idly and wr