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(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OS2KGQ0jLq0 Please listen while you read!) The Dark Sun Gwyndolin... The last you saw him, he stood steadfast before his loyal subjects, his Blades of the Darkmoon Covenant, directing them with a firm but serene voice, to expunge the sinners from his beloved kingdom. Deft, nimble fingers grasped the golden scepter between his fingers. The rich, glorious arms of the sun reached through the towering windows as if to bless the boy for his enthusiasm, almost mania, for the great, incandescent father. Observing him in such a state never ceased to fill you with a sense of sorrowful pride. Adorned with his magnific

The brilliant, buoyant beams of sunshine danced within the winding embrace of the forest below. Remnants of the golden light flitted through the tiny rift of the red velvet curtains. You felt yourself breaking through the thick fog of sleep, the rays piercing your eyes like needles. With a quiet moan exuding from your lips, you  tightened your embrace around the shoulders of your slumbering lover and pressed your face into the cool skin of his back. His breaths remained steady and even, and his faint pulse beat slowly, the vibrations softly tickling your cheek. A small smile touched your lips. If you allowed him, he would be more than happy

“Excuse me. What?” “I would like to be a Witch, but I also wanna help people, so if we make this deal, would it please be ok if I hunt demons as well?” Lucifer, to say the least, was stunned. That doesn’t happen often as you can imagine, but here you were, little (First) (Last) at the young age of (age), asking for a deal with the Devil Himself, but also asking permission to kill his ‘henchmen’ at the same time. A smirk begged to take his lips, but his brain was taking a moment to think it over. The only reason he hadn’t left or blasted her to pieces was of how she’d summoned him. Usuall

Summary: After Bobby gets annoyed with you and the boys he decides to punish you like kids. “What? A shifter? A vampire? You’re gonna have to speak up,” Bobby said into the phone. “Will you knuckle heads quiet down in there!” he yelled into the living room. You, Sam and Dean were originally playing cards but ,after several snide remarks from you, the game was forgotten and you were currently being pinned down by Sam while Dean tickled your ribs. The sounds of the Winchester’s laughter and your pleads for mercy filled the house and Bobby wasn’t able to hear anything the hunter on the phone was telling

Yandere!Human!Kyubey x Female!reader (Y/N) your name (Y/L/N) your last name (H/L) hair length (H/C) hair colour (E/C) eye colour What attracted his attention to you had eluded him for a long time now. At first he presumed it was that you would become a magical girl. That theory was tossed out the window when he first tried interacting with you. Approaching you in the middle of an empty street, he tried calling out to you. No reaction. He cocked his head to the side in mild confusion. Maybe you didn’t hear him? He tried again but it was to no avail. After that, he concluded that your destiny did not involve you becoming a magical gir

The breeze whispered through the trees, rustling them just enough for the red and golden leaves to break and float to the ground. A grey blanket of clouds covered the sky, only revealing a pale glow along the horizon and a flew flecks of starlight within the cloak of midnight blue. The more darkness settled over London, the brighter the city grew, teeming with nightlife, brimming with those who indulge in the pleasures of the night, the delights only offered by the dark. From a far distance, the noise of crowded streets reduced only to soft murmurs and hums drifting through the city, creating a far more peaceful atmosphere than one would see

“Come with me.” Cool rain pattered softly against your face, and the small waves of the lake gently licked the tips of your fingers as the storm swelled in its rage and majesty. At the mercy of the wind, the green grass wicked aggressively against your body as it cradled your form. Despite the intense throbbing within the festering wound of your leg, despite the horrific ache grasping your head as a furious monster ready to tear apart its prey, despite the tempest bellowing against your broken frame, numbness washed over you as a wild sea wave engulfs the tiny pebbles of the beach. The tears once shed became lost with the rain,

You and Mello had an…interesting relationship. When you two were around anyone, you acted like you hated each other. You would pick at each other, pointing out flaws. You cursed and insulted each other to no end. You wouldn’t hurt each other though. You never hit or kicked or anything of the sort. Until you two were alone. That was when things really got going. When you and him were alone in his shabby little house, chocolate wrappers and video games everywhere, things got really messy, really fast. The floor would practically be painted in blood and broken objects or furniture. It was like all the pent up anger and aggression you