|Deviant Login||Shop||Join deviantART for FREE||Take the Tour|
Flickering shadows 3Flickering shadows 3
I opened the oaken door that led to the guestroom closest to the already occupied rooms. “Every room has its own bathroom.”I informed Riley as I stepped in the room and she followed me. I noticed she was hesitant somehow. Her blue eyes went over the old looking furniture before she decided to drop her duffle bag onto the double bed.
“Huh…”she muttered. “Something wrong?”I asked her as I leaned against the bedpost while she took a seat on the edge of the bed. “No.”she answered. “Just… I always thought that the only time I would visit the Institute would be when my dead body would be transported to the city of bones.”.
“You really dislike the Institute then?”I guessed. “It’s not that I dislike it…”she started and her gaze locked on one of the windows that gave a view of the outside world called New York. “I got born and raised there.
Flickering shadows 2Flickering shadows 2
“I can’t believe you still go from motel room to motel room.”Magnus told Riley as we made our way invisible for the mundanes back towards the Institute. We had made a short pit-stop at a poorly looking motel about two blocks away from the place where we had met Riley to pick up her stuff which existed out of a black duffle bag that probably had an enchantment placed on it making that it could hold an elephant if needed.
“I can’t believe you still like rainbows and sparkles.”Riley shot back. “Jeez Magnus.”Simon remarked. “I thought you said she was a friend of yours.”. Riley snorted at the word friend. “Friend indeed may have been the wrong word.”Magnus admitted. “How about acquaintance?”.
“The story about Magnus and me being acquainted is rather short and simple.”Riley piped up. “My mother Jenna was a witch and got the chance to be mister warlock o
Sleeping wolf 14Sleeping wolf 14
I froze in place when we stepped through the hallway and got to the doorway that led to the living room. There was a man in his late forties pinning a teenage boy to the wall. I recognized the boy immediately as Isaac. Blood was spilling from his mouth and I was pretty sure he was unconscious since he didn’t react at all on Derek and me entering.
I heard how Derek let out a low growl and before me nor Isaac’s father knew what was happening, the werewolf had stalked across the room and pulled him of his son only to throw him to the other side of the room like a rag doll. I watched in amazement how the man flew through the thin wall and landed unconscious in the middle of the kitchen which apparently was the room behind said wall.
“Remind me never to ask you for help when I’m planning to remodel my house.”I commented as the dust settled and made my way towards Isaac who was slumped against the wall. “Isaac?”I ask
Flickering shadows 1Fanfic of The Mortal Instruments
Flickering shadows 1
“Tell us again why we’re wandering the streets of New York WITHOUT hunting demons?”Alec asked Magnus as we followed the warlock. “As I already said Alexander,”Magnus replied stressing his boyfriend’s legal name, “we’re here to boost our reinforcements.”.
“So, you’re expecting us to just find a new Shadowhunter on the corner of the street?”Simon questioned. Isabelle has insisted on him coming along. “Not on the corner of the street no.”Magnus admitted and pointed across the street at a girl. “In front of a shopping window.”Clary remarked. “Close enough.”.
Her comment made us all chuckle. True, Clary and I used to be a couple and had only split up a good three months ago but… Just being friends proved to be easier than both of us had thought.
The girl looked rather normal. She wore black skinny jeans that
Not slaves anymore 11Not slaves anymore 11
I pushed my way through the crowd that had gathered at the edges of the street to pay their respects to General Lemarque’s body. His coffin would be carried through Paris in a few minutes. Finally I managed to reach the front of the waiting citizens and got greeted by a slightly sober Grantaire.
“Apollo!”he greeted cheerfully and then looked behind me with a frown. “Where is your shadow?”he asked referring to Evi. “Still asleep at my house.”I told him. “I didn’t wake her up since I want to protect her from this…”. “Aw, you do care about her!”he cooed on which I rolled my eyes slightly annoyed.
“I have news for you though.”Grantaire continued as he leaned a bit closer to me. “You’re plan failed. Her shadow is present.”he stated and pointed at Gavroche who stood in between Marius and Courfeyrac across the street. “And that means
8(.2). Gateway8. Gateway
Fandom: Percy Jackson
Couple: Percy Jackson x Althea Lockwood
I kept readjusting my backpack on my shoulders as I followed Percy through the slightly familiar forest. The last time I walked these grounds was about nine years ago when my dad brought me here so I could spend another summer at Camp Halfblood.
Unknown to my eight-year-old self it would be the last summer I would spend there since the next year in school other kids started to call me a freak because I loved Greek mythology that much and the combo of dyslexia and ADHD didn’t help either. That had been the moment that I started to take distance of my godly heritage. Sure, I stayed active as an environmentalist. I’m after all a daughter of Demeter…
But I also picked up skateboarding, learned how to play the guitar, formed a band with my fellow skaters… I became normal and somehow I liked it. So I didn’t return to Camp Halfblood for that summer or to one that followe
7(.2). Eternity7. Eternity
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Couple: Damon Salvatore x Hope Weatherly
It was a Friday afternoon. With all the teenagers at school and no supernatural related threats lurking around the corner, Damon and I had decided to have a lazy afternoon. I had made myself comfortable on the couch in our room while Damon laid on the bed, his arms behind his head so that he had a better angle to study me.
“You know…”he suddenly spoke breaking the serene silence. “We should go to Vegas.”. “Vegas?”I repeated, not looking up from my book. “And why exactly would we do that?”. “Because it would be fun.”he simply remarked.
This time I did look up from my book and gazed curiously at my boyfriend. “Damon, we’ve known each other for over a century now.”I reminded him. “So just spill already. What are you up to?”. “Nothing.”he answered with a smirk which told me the opposite
One for all 3One for all 3
“We will now place you under arrest! We recommend you to cooperate! On that way-…!”the guard stopped midsentence as a girl made her way through the guards, sweeping the street with her broom as she went. Wait a second… I knew her! It was the same girl I had travelled with this morning!
“Milady, this is no time to sweep the streets!”the guard called to her though his voice sounded gentler than when he had spoken to me and my appointments. “First of all, if I would be a ‘Milady’, do you think I would be sweeping the streets in the first place?”the girl replied leaning on her broom as she looked unimpressed up at the guard.
“Secondly, this is exactly a moment to sweep the streets.”she continued and looked around the crowd of guards. “I see a lot of the Cardinal’s scum that really needs to be swept away.”. Her comment made that not only I but also my compan
6(.2). Obsession6. Obsession
Fandom: Les Misérables
Couple: Enjolras x Evi
“You can’t seriously mean this Enjolras!”I cried out at the man in front of me. No-one present at La Musain bothered to look up or glance in our direction since they were used to our arguments by now.
“I surely mean it!”Enjolras shot back. “Barricades will be visible for everyone to see including the king. It will show him how many people are against him and our numbers will even grow since the barricades basically block Paris which will agitate the ones on the king’s side and even the ones without a side. The king will be pressured from everywhere to stand down and the people will have the power back.”.
“The barricades are death traps!”I tried to reason with him. “Heaps of cheap, old and worn-down furniture won’t stop the French army! Nor will the people behind it! I swear Enjolras, this obsession of yours of a free France wil
(Art-trade) A Fairy Tail TG: Cana Alberona
This is a bad idea, Stan thought as he stared at the mug in front of him. He’d been on his way home from the gym, when he saw the poster. It was posted on the wall of an old tavern that was apparently open this early in the afternoon. Some sort of drinking competition was advertised, one with a $500 cash prize. Stan had never been much of a drinker, maybe a beer here and there. He’d always preferred staying fit and in-shape. Getting drunk seemed like a waste of time and an abundance of bad calories. But he could really use that money, and out-drinking someone couldn't possibly require any effort, right? With that thought he reluctantly entered the bar.
About an hour later, and Stan was six glasses in. They’d all been beers of different colors and names; he didn't really know the difference. A few people had dropped out already, and while Stan wasn't quite there yet, he was starting to feel a little unsure about his chances. He su
Sweet Lullaby [ErenxReader]
You would aways take the blame for things the others did just to clean. Of course, you werent much as a clean freak as Levi was but cleaning rooms or doing the laundry just helped to relax your mind while alone and lost in your thoughts. Also, it was a great oppertunity to do what you did best alone. You sang. It was always the same tune, same song. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vZ0VnLwBwNE)
Your mother used to sing it to you when you went to sleep while platting your (H/C) hair. But, now that she was gone, you would sing it either while you where upset, angry, sleepy or cleaning.
All alone again,I find myself astray,In the middle of a journey
Only my heart, Wandered about,When the rest of my body remained still.
Your hair in a messy bun with hair picked out form the sides, you began to sing the sweet song with your angelic voice while washing people's uniforms that where stained
Valentine's Day (Will Graham x Reader One-Shot)It was just another ordinary day on the job; you and Will were investigating a crime scene together as Jack supervised and bugged Will with questions. Something was a little off on this day, though. Will kept looking at you, not that he didn’t look at you all the time anyway, but the look in his eyes was different than it usually was. And every chance he got, he would pass by you and whisper ‘Love you, (F/n).’ You were used to Will’s anti-social self, which was just one of many reasons you loved him. You were both anti-social for the most part besides when it came to each other, but this was just very unlike him.
When you got back to the forensics lab you waited until Will left to approach Beverly and talk to her quietly.
“I think something’s wrong with Will,” you started.
Beverly cocked her head at you before replying, “What do you mean?”
You sighed, “He’s been acting really weird around me today. I don’t know wha
I Will Follow You Into The Dark Nico x ReaderI Will Follow You Into The Dark.
Death Cab For Cutie
Nico di Angelo x Reader
Love of mine, someday you will die
But I’ll be close behind
I’ll follow you into the dark
Nico and (y/n). (Y/n) and Nico. That’s how it always was. There friendship was different. For it did not blossom into what it was meant to till the very end.
It had happened at Camp Half-Blood in the woods. At the hands of a monster
No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white
Just our hands clasped so tight
Waiting for the hint of a spark.
Nico didn’t see what happened. He only heard the blood curling scream and the picture that followed it.
The two were fighting monsters for fun, but at some point they got separated, neither had truly noticed.
The scream brought Nico out of his bubble. He killed the monster in front of him and ran towards her.
If Heaven and Hell decide
That they are both satisfied
Illuminate the no’s on their vacancy signs
When Nico saw you, he ran f
Grandma's SecretGroaning, Jack let his aching body fall on his bed. He'd helped his uncle for hours carrying Great Grandma's stuff from her adjacent cottage into the farmstead's large attic. Great Grandma had died three months earlier, but Jack already didn't remember her well anymore.
He'd often visited his uncle's farm during his holidays, but he'd seldom interacted with his ancient relative. While uncle and his wife were living in the farm's big ranch, where Jack even had his own room while he was visiting, Great Grandma had lived withdrawn in her old, tiny cottage. It had even lacked modern heating and fluent water, but the old lady had thrown a fit each and every time her grandson had tried persuading her into moving to the farmstead.
She'd even grown her own vegetables and farmed chicken, so she'd been completely independent, and eventually his uncle had stopped trying. Truth to tell, Great Grandma had not been a bad person. She'd always smiled when she'd seen her great grandson play
Mika Munch: The Hungriest ExplorerExploring the ancient world is a profession that requires a certain flair of finesse. You needed a distinct respect for the aging lands you traversed, showing them the admiration their great legacy’s deserved, while remaining on your feet in case of crumbling platforms or long hidden traps. A respectable job only for the most patient souls with the most delicate touch…
And then there was Mika Munch, who wore a bright purple top, had spent the first twenty minutes of her journey through the temple singing along to ‘Fat Bottomed Girls’ as it played on a loop on her iPod and had written ‘Mika wuz here XOXO’ on the entrance.
“Hmmm,” it had been a long trek, and not without its obstacles or hidden treats, but finally she was presented with a real puzzle.
Fortunately, it was her kind of puzzle.
Before her stood a set of three podiums, each bathed in light shining in from the ceiling. Behind them stood a mighty door, sealed shut with what
A New Star's CeremonyFallenstar slowly padded to the top of the Moss Rock, reciting the words in his head that he needed to say. "All cats old enough to catch their own prey..." this part he had heard so often it would be hard to mess it up, "gather here beneath the Moss Rock for a Clan meeting!"
Timidbreeze ushered out a well-groomed Mosskit, Saplingkit and Kestrelkit. Mothkit tottered after them timidly. The first three kits bounced excitedly, they had turned six moons and they were supposed to be apprentices. Mothkit looked a bit scared about the whole endeavor, but Timidbreeze whispered something to him to help calm his nerves. Fallenstar was lucky to have Timidbreeze to tell him these things, he hadn't kept track of anyone's ages like a leader needed to.
He waited for the Clan to settle, some eyes staring at him angrily as if to say, 'what now?'--Fallenstar couldn't blame them. It was actually Timidbreeze's idea to do a ceremony, to kind of remind the Clan that they were still that--a Clan. The voices
Pokemon, Misty's Destiny With The Feather - Part 1(Current events are set in the Johto Regions of Pokemon, just mentioning this so I don't get yelled at by the hardcore Pokemon fans.)
Our story begins with Ash, Brock and Misty stopping off at the local Pokemon center, They decide to stop off and rest for the night after a long day of traveling through the Johto regions.
Misty: "Ah good to finally stop off at a pokemon center, my feet are tired and I need to get them out of these red trainers"
Misty came up with a little idea to annoy Ash,
Misty: "Hey Ash..... want to rub my feet, they are sore and tired? "
Ash looked at Misty in a worried type look and tried to come up with a quick plan to get out of it, thus he said
Ash: "No Misty -Yawn- I am tired I am going to bed NIGHT"
Ash ran off as quick as possible to his room, Misty stood there in a confused look thinking what just happened,
A Few Minutes Later
Misty walked to her room and she could not wait for her dirty red trainers to come flying off of her sexy feet.
Misty came up with
Alternate Past - BajanThe saddest time of his life had become his happiest.
It was a normal spring day: Kids playing in the cool air, flowers blossoming; it was just like any other.
...Except for him.
Sitting in the back seat of his parent's minivan, he kicked his feet and asked the question that all kids did. "Are we there yet?" The whiney tone that he used only added on to the exasperation.
"No, honey, we still have a little more time until we reach Aunt Jenny's house." His mother said, weariness evident in her voice. It was a long ride for her, too, "Do you want something to play with? I have a few toys in my bag."
With a quick nod from her son, she fished through her pocket book and took out a Rubix cube, soon handing it to him, "It'll keep you busy." She smiled, before returning to a sitting position in the passenger's seat.
"Now, Mitch, when we get there, you better be on your best behavior. If you do," The elder man paused, "We can go get that game that you wanted."
The boy bolted upright and flashed
HP. 27 A fine line27. A fine line
Being raised in the pureblood thoughts of the Black family, Sirius learned at a young age that nothing or nobody was grey. They were either white or black. Good or bad. Accepted or not.
When it rained, there was nothing else to do then take a seat in front of the window and be gloomy all day because you couldn't play outside. When you were sick you got angry at yourself because you had to stay in bed all day while there were hundreds of other things you rather be doing that day.
It took until he met the little Sarah Starnight that this view of Sirius changed. She teached him that how dark the situation may look, there's always this fine silver line at the edge of that black cloud. And that fine silver line became only clearder to the Black boy when he arrived to at Hogwarts.
Nothing became more fun to do on a rainy day then laying on your bed and listen to the newest muggle music. When he did this at his house, it was of course 'smuggled' muggle music...
Being sick was
Keep in Touch!
Lilyas has dedicated herself to making our community a brighter place with her vibrant artwork and infectious enthusiasm for interacting with others in our community. It has certainly paid off, as many deviants flock to her page on a daily basis to let her know how much of an inspiration she is. We absolutely agree, and couldn't let all that hard work go without recognition, so it's with great pride that we bestow the Deviousness Award for March 2014, to ... Read More