Dungeons and Damsels: From Supervillain to Damsel by citizenhotel, literature
Literature
Dungeons and Damsels: From Supervillain to Damsel
“She’ll never fall for it,” said the officer of the watch. “I guarantee it.”The officer, a tall brunette with rippling biceps and a two-handed sword, was as tall as most men, but she towered over Woody. This was because Woody was a halfling, barely three feet tall. He felt distinctly intimidated.“I am a bard,” he said, in a voice projecting considerably more confidence than he felt, “and you underestimate the persuasive powers of bards at your peril. This trick is going to work just fine. You park the prison wagon outside the castle at midnight. I’ll supply the prisoner.”========The trick, as he called it, was more like a suicide mission. ...
'Just Be' [Jean x Tsundere!Reader] - Part 5 by cherrypikkins, literature
Literature
'Just Be' [Jean x Tsundere!Reader] - Part 5
---'Just Be': Part 5--You were the last to return to the barracks that night, fresh from a long soak in the baths, a towel draped around your neck. The nerves had been left frayed so thin after your earlier encounter with Jean were finally starting to unwind. As you quietly meandered your way up the path leading to the women's dormitories, you distractedly lifted a hand to comb your fingers through the damp locks of your hair.A familiar tugging sensation against your scalp sparked the memory of Jean's savage grin. Your eyes widened. As you abruptly held your breath, you had a brief vision of his sharp amber eyes staring into yours, a l...
In the dark, cold streets of Ilulissat, Greenland, silence hung like a frosty fog. The high-peaked houses that perched on every rocky hillock sat in blackness, belying the bright colors they would display when the sun finally found its way up later that morning. The barking of awakening sled dogs could be heard from every distant direction. The wind, mercifully to anyone up and moving through the frigid streets, blew weak. In one long, low building, a few lights glowed. People nursed steaming mugs, trying to awaken before their coming days' work. The smell of cooking food filled the air, and the rustling of heavy coats competed with murmu...