A Vanishing PotionA wisp of smoke, a purple spark,A Vanishing Potion by ThiefQueen200
the cauldron bubbles in the dark.
The fire creaks, then it crackles.
The witch, she grins, she cackles.
Paw of mouse, slime from a toad.
A flattened hedgehog from the road.
She takes her wand and begins to mix,
ancient words spill from her lips.
First vibrant green, then blood red,
the potion’s done, the spell is said.
A long, pale finger in then dipped in,
she licks it clean and wipes her chin.
The wind it howls its eerie song,
a flash, a bang, the witch is gone.
Black, Black WorldBlack, Black World by Angelgirlwithadream
People wrote books.
They wrote books about a king they never knew and call him the best there has ever been, he finds it ironic that in the end, after it all, all Arthur had ever wanted had came true, he was remembered. But none of it was the true story of the golden king.
They don't know about crooked smiles and dying breaths, they don't know how a spoiled boy became a beautiful man that led a kingdom that adored him, as he did them. They don't know about unicorns and guilt or beasts and fiery deaths to restore balance. They don't know, and they never will.
Human life is fleeting and he's seen countries rise and fall and empires of gold crumble to dust and he's dined with kings and he's seen them dead and gone as well. He'd seen things that disgusted and wondered him.
And for Merlin, who is forever young and yet old, well he'd seen war and blood and pain. But he'd seen joy and love and beauty and though the good never quite outweighed the bad the world wasn't bleak.
He was lonely and
And then Bobby walked in...Prompt: Bobby walks inAnd then Bobby walked in... by Chi-Haku
Summary: You know Dean, I TOLD you to lock the door
Rating: M (for the beginning part)
Warnings: Bobby's mouth, Dean having his way with Sammy All that good stuff.
Sam moaned, back arching as Dean's tongue trailed down his neck towards his chest, disregarding his shirt entirely by wrenching it off. If it ripped, neither brother really cared all that much, concentrating more on just FEELING one another.
It had been a long, annoying, boring hunt and Dean was getting fed up with Cas sending them off around the US to take care of God's problems. Right now, he was going to ignore whatever responsibility he had and fuck his little brother into the mattress because hey, this was their sin, and they were more than happy to keep on sinning.
The elder Winchester sat up only long enough to pull off his coat and over shirt, Sam sitting up to help him out of his undershirt, before they fell back on the bed again, mouths connected. Sam moan
The Hero and the Hunter-girl'Twas chilly and the battlefieldThe Hero and the Hunter-girl by TheGentlemanMaster
Was calm and silent as the grave.
Two foes, they stood at either end,
With whip in hand, and Ragnell blade.
“Beware the Hunter-girl, my son!
The laser gun, the whip that cracks!
Beware the Hunter-girl, and run
From her powerful kicking attacks!”
He took his Ragnell blade in hand:
Long time he and Hunter fought.
Then sheltered he, ‘neath a nearby tree,
From her unceasing laser onslaught.
And as beneath the tree he stood,
The Hunter-girl, with whip a-flame,
Came charging toward his shelter-wood
Whip cracking as she came!
One, two! One, two! and through and through,
The Ragnell blade went snicker-snack!
Her whip fell dead, and then he said
“We should be getting back.”
“Indeed we should,” said she, and he replied
“For dinner, perhaps? My treat.”
And so they walked, and kept in mind
The coming battle ‘neath the sheets.
'Twas chilly and the battlefield
Was calm and silent as the grave.