I’m going to kill Steve after all this! I pulled on the bowstring and aimed at the target, missing the center by a few feet. With a groan in irritation, I cursed under my breath as I felt Clint wrap his arms around me to adjust my stance and arm position.
“Come on, Stark. Try to relax, you’ll be fine if you let your shoulders drop a bit and you breathe slowly.” Clint instructed me to then fire off an arrow to land in the exact center. “See, (y/n)! Not that hard,” he teased. I elbowed him in the ribs to get away and retrieve the arrows.
“Hey, little sis!” called Tony as he walked into the room holding a glass in his hand. “Loki has been looking for you.”
“Thank you iron brain. I'll see you both later then,” I responded, rushing through the halls of the base to see a certain god in the library. Being a sneaky person, I slowly crept up behind him before- “BOO!”
“SHIT! (y/n), please!” I laughed as the frightened god attacked me with a book. “Where were you, anyway?” I
I danced around the apartment, holding the hem of my (f/c) sundress as I twirled around to the music I blasted from the speakers. My face beamed with childish glee as I sang along to one of my favourite Barbie songs.
“Could I be the one you’re seeking? Will I be the one you choose? Can you tell my heart is speaking? My eyes will give you clues,” I sing, swaying absentmindedly to the piano’s notes. I twirled and danced in front of the large window overlooking the tall skyscrapers.
“You’re such a child,” a voice teased once the song finished. Giggling like a madman, I spun around to see my boyfriend, Tsukasa, leaning against the door frame. “Is this what you do when I’m out?”
“Hehe! Only sometimes; I found this dress in my closet and thought it might look pretty when I twirled.” I grinned like a fool as he wrapped his arms around my waist. His soft lips nipped and kissed my exposed neck as I hung onto his neck.
“This dress is dangerous,” he mumbled, slowly moving his
The cool wind of Midgard rustled the leaves of the trees in the clearing where I rested myself. With my back to the trunk of the large tree in the middle, I watched the animals go about their day in the sun. The sound of moving rocks and roots were brought to my attention as the witch, who lives in this sanctuary, arrived with worry in her brown eyes. Two new figures followed her as she waved her hand about to awaken the turtle that hid the house we shared.
“Hey, what’s going on?” I called, sliding off the shell and opening the door.
“Our boar friend was the victim of?” She looked at the large man that had carried the boar inside. His skin was sheep white with faded red tattoos covering the upper half of his body, scarring seemed to burn a brighter red than his tattoos. His hazel eyes captured my own (e/c) eyes as the small boy answered for him.
“Target practice.” His voice was laced with guilt as the witch repeated it with annoyance. “We didn’t know, we’re sorry.”
The forest ground tickled and scratched the bottoms of my feet as I travelled the world by myself, enjoying the company of wildlife instead of people. My oak staff tapped alongside as I walked, helping me steady myself through the rough terrain. The sound of swords and shouting broke through the calm bird noises, causing the little creature on my shoulder to jump and hid in my (f/c) hair. With a grumble, I swiftly ran through the trees to come upon a very large creature fighting a very large yet small human. The man’s figure ducked and moved through the light coming from the gaps in the trees above.
“He’s fighting a Leshen all by himself, he’ll die,” I sighed, approaching the beast from behind. The little one hiding in my hair whine and growled as we neared the Leshy, its eyes were still trained on the man.
“GET BACK!” the man shouted, his deep grizzly voice making the deer skull head of the beast growl back at him. Closing my eyes for a few seconds, they went from
My phone rang in the middle of the night, my favourite song waking me up abruptly to make me fall out of bed onto the floor. I reached up to my bedside table, checking my phone to see an old friend calling.
“Alright, what do you want Nico?” I answered the phone in a groggy voice. I heard him laugh before making a request of me.
“Hello, (y/n). So, my bus left and... I need a ride and a place to stay?” he asked, warily. With a groan, I checked the time to see my clock read 12:30 am. “If you can’t, it’s fine. I'll-”
“No. Shut up, I’ll be there in twenty minutes. Where are you? Never mind, hockey.” I mumbled and jumbled my words as I pushed myself from the ground to start getting ready. I heard a small “thank you” before the line went silent and I got ready to leave my apartment. I cleaned up my hair, put on a fussy hoodie, and leggings with the Jersey Devil’s symbol. Leaving the top floor, I started up my truck and started my journey to the stadium. Without trying hard
The carriage ride was long and tedious; my butler, Pierce Wickes, sat across from me with his gaze out the window. I huffed as I rested my head back, dreading the events to come. My hands began to fiddle with the closest hem on my outing dress of green.
“Your Majesty, stop toying with the dress. It might come undone then what would you do?” Pierce grumbled, shaking his light purple locks gently. “Do you want to arrive in the nude?”
“It would make it for a much more entertaining entrance. I might even find a husband!” I teased, watching as he chuckled deeply. The ride continued on for a few more hours before a large and grand castle came into view; my breathing hitched in my throat.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Pierce hummed, staring longingly at the stone towers that touched the skies above. My butler is a wizard, much to my mother’s dismay. I was drawn to his magic aura, picking him out of twenty potential butlers. He had told me stories of his time as a student, love in
Unlocking the doors to the police station, I walked into the dark office with papers littering the desks. With the lights off, the sunlight of the early morning lit up all the dust that rested over everything from the night. I sighed and turned on the lights to start the cleaning process, the broom next to the hall doorway sat mockingly.
“Oh, boy.” Reaching for it, I began to sweep the floors throughout the building. A few of the overnight cell patrons greeted me, smiling and waving as I shuffled all the dirt from their doors. Mainly drunkards with throbbing headaches; I headed to the station kitchen to make them some breakfast.
“Thank you, (y/n).” I earned happy grins and sounds of content with the food. Heading back to the front, Hugh Collins was taking off his coat and cleaning up the papers. I smacked the back of his head, earning an awarding “OW!” from him.
“Normally, it’s clean. I see that goblins must have destroyed the office in our absence.” I teased the
I watched as he scanned through papers upon papers of notes to create his perfect profile. Turning over my phone, I found it to be two in the morning; I sat on Malcolm's bed, fiddling with the shackles in a bored state sporadically. Groaning in defeat, I rolled off the bed in my (f/c) fuzzy shorts and a red flannel shirt to the kitchen for a cup of sleepy time tea.
"Mal, you want a drink or something?" I called, pouring water into the kettle to start boiling. I heard nothing but the rustling of papers, a sure sign that he was in his "mind palace." Living with your own Sherlock Holmes is NOT fun, the man never sleeps due to his traumatic past and horrid night terrors. Shivers ran up and down my (s/c) back as I thought back to the many nights of screaming and crying; once, he thrashed around so hard, he ended up hanging out his bedroom window by one of the shackles.
"That's all wrong!" I jumped at the sudden loud exclamation Malcolm had shouted from his desk. Grabbing my
I watched him from afar. The way his hair sat perfectly on his head, framing his face gently. The colour shining brightly under the light of the sun through the large window in the library. His ember eyes scanning the book in his gentle hands, no jewelry to be seen. The black button-down shirt extenuated his chest that rose and fell softly. The whole of him was perfect.
"Earth to (y/n) ...HEY!" I was drawn back to the table I sat at with my best friend Liz. Looking towards her, a smug grin played her lips once again. "You need to go talk to him," she urged, pulling out my chair to get me to go.
'Liz. I can't, what if he says no?"
"You worry too much, go get him!!" Liz grabbed my arm and threw me towards the black beauty. I played with the hem of my dark pastel green cotton knit sweater dress nervously as I approached him. Once a few feet away, I noticed the title of the book.
"Ah! Do you enjoy Shadowhunters?" I asked excitedly, rocking on my heels slightly.
Warning - Gross
My (e/c) eyes slowly opened as the drugs in my system began to wear off, a singular fluorescent light shone above my head. I blinked a couple of times, adjusting to my surroundings when a tight pain shot through my wrists. Trying to move them, I felt the rough rope around them and tied to the metal chair I was attached to.
"The fuck?" I breathed, shifting about to gather more info on my current situation.
"It's no use, (y/n). You're mine now with nowhere to run," a slimy, sickening voice called to me. Whipping my head around, the sound of a wooden door opening caught my attention; a silhouetted figure stood in the doorframe, its large mass seemed to ungulate as it walked over to me. A putrid smell soon stung my nose once the figure was a good two feet away from me.
"ButterBall," I cursed under my breath, "what do you want?"
"I just said, you!" He raised his voice a bit, getting his point across and spitting on my cheek as he talked. "I'm sorry, you're
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