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Loki was dragging his feet behind him, his gaze an icy, angry glare. He followed the dancing red curls of Natasha Romanoff and the confident walk of Tony Stark. He would have given anything to not be here, but they had all insisted he would come along on their weekly shopping spree to something the Midgardian’s called a supermarket. Loki wasn’t used to getting his food himself, let alone make it. He didn’t like it one bit. He hadn’t even begin to contemplate the weirdness of it all. He, the rightful ruler of Asgard, was walking along a cleaning aisle with the same group of people he had tried to kill just a few years

Your heart was throbbing violently in your ears. Every inch of your body hurt and your throat had never been this dry before. You slowly opened your eyes, getting blinded by the sunlight coming through the windows in your room in Stark Tower. You had been there several months now as an addition to the team, but mostly to keep an eye on Loki. After everything that had happened on Asgard Loki had been banished. The Asgardians had demanded his death, but his brother, Thor, had offered the God of mischief mercy, sending him back to earth to serve the very people he had so desperately tried to kill when he first arrived on earth. When you had fi

          "Okay everyone, please calm down. You, why don't you come up here. You seem pretty bored." Shigure waved you to the middle of the room. You walked up to the table and placed your hand inside the large pot filled with everyone's items. Something began to make a light jingling noise. You found the source and pulled it from the pot. "A cat toy?" "Oh dear Kyo, I do believe she's picked your item. What luck you have." Shigure laughed. "That's not mine, don't be stupid." He crossed his arms and slumped deeper into the couch, mumbling something to himself. "It is now." Shigure covered his mouth and giggled. "I switched out your item ea

           Over the last couple of weeks, you'd taken your level of tormenting Kakashi to the extreme. No matter where he went or how hard he tried, he couldn't escape you. It had gotten so bad, he really didn't even try to stop you from invading his personal space anymore. Though he still acted aggravated and annoyed by you constantly being around him, he had learned to just ignore you in most cases. Unfortunately for Kakashi, ignoring you didn't make you leave, it only made you more determined to get your way. Just as you had done for the last three days, you stood outside Kakashi's house and waited for him to emerge so you could once agai

Author's Note: I'm not really sure when this would take place, probably before the 57th Expedition, but after Armin, Mikasa, and their group join the Survey Corps. You didn’t want to be the way you were, but you couldn’t help it. In your mind, all the girls in the Survey Corps were better than you. They were quicker, they were more effective, they had killed more Titans, they were braver, and they were prettier.   You were just sort of there, you weren’t ridiculously unattractive, but you weren’t beautiful and deadly like Mikasa, or adorable and sweet like Petra.   And yet somehow, Levi had picked you.   You still wer

You were engaged from a young start. Oldest of the [Last Name] family, product of the eldest [Last Name] son and the [Mother's Last Name] daughter. You had a name, blood line, and heritage that demanded respect, and got it. Etiquette and how to be a proper lady and perfect wife was drilled into you at an early age, and your parents were looking for respectable, proper suitors for you from before the time you could walk. Your mother was second oldest in her family, but was the oldest daughter, and had married your father as soon as she was of age. Her family had raised her strictly and sternly on the same social graces and manners, making her

You clutched the book in your hand, letting your free hand fix loose hairs from your bun. Finally content with your updo, you make your way to the library. For the past two weeks now, you've been meeting with someone there, you don't know who it is, but the two of you always meet after classes in the library, and communicate through sticky notes. You feel around in your pocket, making sure you have your set of sticky notes. Content, you let out a sigh as you turn a corner. Closer, almost there. Your face breaks it into a grin as you see the familiar entrance, and you let yourself in. You smile at familiar people as you make your way to y

You woke with a start, gasping, and looked around in confusion before you realised what had happened. You'd fallen asleep in Harry's dorm room. Harry, Ron and Hermione were your best friends, but right now, you were in the middle of a disagreement. You and Harry believed that Voldemort had made Malfoy a Death Eater to replace his father, while Ron and Hermione did not. You had been helping Harry keep an eye on Malfoy using the Marauders' Map before you'd fallen asleep. Now, you saw that Malfoy was on the Astronomy Tower. Not wanting to wake anyone, you quietly slip out of the room dressed in your black tank top and red flannel pyjama pants.

 The sound of boiling cauldrons and knives slicing ingredients filled the room as students chattered happily with their neighbors. It was one of those rare days in which Professor Snape allowed us to choose our own partners for brewing potions and everyone was ecstatic. The dark dungeon seemed to hum with energy, the lights casting a warm glow over what was usually a cold echoing dungeon. Everyone was cheerful. Everyone, that was, except for my partner and I. Draco and I stood in silence as we moved through our work; the only sounds coming from him were the steady sounds of his breathing and him crushing ingredients into the pot. I was offe

 One of my least favorite things in the whole world was getting sick; it was right next to spiders and History of Magic. Though, I thought as I stared up at the ceiling, I would gladly take one of Mr. Binns hour-and-a-half long lectures right now, if it meant I wasn’t stuck in bed, feeling like I was about to explode. My head was throbbing and, with every breath I took, my chest seemed to rattle with an oncoming cough. Yuck. I didn’t mind the way I became sick, though. It was almost worth all of the trouble I was going through. A smile crept up on my mouth as I recalled yesterday’s events—they seemed like an eternit