Shadowhunter Oneshots

Demon In The Woods - Will x Fem!Reader (M4F Romance)

You're walking through the forest near The Institute, minding your own business and humming a tune as you sketch different scenery. Suddenly, a twig snaps from behind you, and you turn around quickly to confront whoever's there. "Who's there?" You demand, gazing around the clearing to find the culprit. Peaking out from behind a tree is a man with deep, blue eyes and messy black hair: it was the infamous Will Herondale.

"Why are you hiding from me?" You question, now amused. Whatever he's doing, he's acting like a child.

"You can see me?" He gasps, putting a hand to his chest. You roll your eyes in slight annoyance.

"Obviously, yes. Also, that's one of the oldest tricks in the book, so why are you even trying it?" You cross your arms over your chest, shaking your head. Will put on a tough guy persona and stepped out from behind the tree, a hand on his dagger. You could see him better now. He had a look of elegance with clothes to match. His skin was fair, and he seemed pretty tall. He was also fairly muscular.

"Who are you, why are you back here, and why do you keep staring at me?" He finally demands.

"I could ask you the same thing."

"I'm Will Herondale, a Shadowhunter. This is Shadowhunter territory."

"Good for you. What're you doing out here?" Being a Shadowhunter yourself, you already know, but you want to pull his leg a little.

"I thought that would be obvious. We Shadowhunters hunt demons; though, if you are human, I suppose you would have no knowledge of that. Anyways, I may not have found a demon yet, but I did find a shadow."

"Huh, where?"

"You," He chuckles, lightly batting at the black cloak you're wearing, "What kind of a get-up is this, anyway? Who wears a black cloak and stalks around the woods like this?"

Your face goes red in embarrassment as you turn away, glaring down the road. "Well," You grumble, "I don't think that's any of your business, Will."

He gets a slight smirk on his face as he admits, "You know. I think I might like you. You're strong-minded. You're playing hard-to-get. You act like you hate me, but I can tell you don't because you haven't gotten out that weapon behind your back- Don't get it out now, stupid. Wait a second... You're not a demon, are you?" He basically sneers the word, and you decide to mess with him a little more.

"Is that a problem for you, mister?" You ask with an innocent and curious tone.

"Well, yeah. If I'm going to swoon you and eventually get you stuck in a marriage with a cool, handsome man such as myself, I would want to not have demon pox," He points out, rolling her eyes a bit.

You scoff a little to yourself and question, "What the Hell is demon pox?" You haven't ever even heard of that.

"Oh, you're one of the disbelievers.. How very sad. Perhaps you haven't heard of it, though, so allow me to explain it to you. With a song," Will grins, clearing his throat. You facepalm a little and groan. You really don't want some arrogant guy singing to you in the forest. He probably wasn't a good singer, anyway.

He ignores your reluctance and starts to sing, being theatrical as he does so: "Demon Pox, oh Demon Pox. Just how is it acquired? One must go to the bad part of town until one is very tired. Demon Pox, oh Demon Pox. I've had it all along. No, not the pox, you foolish block; I mean this very song. For I was right and you were wrong."

You stare at him for a long time before questioning, "So you get demon pox by going to the badlands and falling asleep?"

Will seems frustrated by the comment and runs a hand down his face, shaking his head. "No, you idiot- You get it by having sexual relations with a demon."

You go bright red and lightly shove him backwards, making him yelp a little as you rant, "Stop with the cool guy act for just one minute! You're insinuating that you were going to sleep with me? This isn't a brothel, Will, and I'm not for sale!" He tries to protest and explain what he meant, but you just keep going, "You're the idiot here, Will. I have no interest in cocky little boys who call other people idiots when they get annoyed. I'm not a demon, for your information, but even if I was, there would be zero chance of you ever getting demon pox from me!"

You lightly shove him again, making him stumble and protest, "Hey, don't do that!"

"Don't do that? Then don't mess with me in the first place! Stupid men like you always act like you know better, but you seriously don't. You have no clue how to act."

"Daddy issues," He coughs from behind his hand, looking amused.

"I- What?? My dad is none of your business! For your information, he died because his stupid fucking parabati didn't save him from a demon attack."

Will goes quiet for a moment, wincing a little as he rubbed the back of his head. "Ah, a sore spot. My apologies," He hummed, "I am sorry for bringing him up. That being said, I knew you seemed familiar. You're the girl that Charlotte was talking about earlier. She wants to invite you to The Institute. She thinks you're a really great fighter and wants you on our team." He gently puts his hand on your arm, and you grab it and flip him over in response.

Will is left on the ground, laughing and holding his arm. "I suppose she was right," He admits. You glare away sheepishly, puffing out as you look at him and then away again. Suddenly, you grab a branch and throw it at him, making it hit him on the forehead with a soft thud.

"Hey, what was that for? I didn't do anything that time!" He protests.

"Your stupid face is too perfect. It needed to feel pain."

He sits up, getting a soft grin on his face as he cocks an eyebrow. "Oh, so now my face is perfect, is it? Tell me, what is it that you like about my perfect face." He teases, grabbing your arm and pulling himself back up. You jerk your hand away once he's on his feet again and scowl.

"Your hair looks like it takes hours. Your complexion is almost surreal, and your teeth are all straight, and your smile is blinding. Like, seriously, put a warning on that thing. Your eyes are too.. Nice. You look like you were genetically modified or something to look perfect! It's not even like plastic surgery-" You cut yourself off when you see the smirk on his face, going bright red, "Let's just go to the institute."

Will grins a bit more and hums, "Of course~" He takes you by the hand and starts walking you there.