darkness

The first week, she had gotten horribly drunk every night, crawled in between the cotton sheets and slept. Week two and three followed the same way, except the drinking binges stopped after Harry and Ginny staged an intervention. Harry shot out in concern, “You have more vodka in your veins than blood.” Hermione tried to take the bottle from his hand and hissed, “Malfoy! Harry, I got fucking Malfoy.” Harry nodded in understanding and took a long swig from the bottle firmly in his grasp, “I know it’s disturbing. “ Ginny rolled her eyes and asked the group, “No one’s seen him in years. Where do you reckon he is?” Ron placed the bags of Chinese takeout on the counter and glared, “Yeah, saves me from having to murder the bastard.” He added knowingly, “I heard he’s living as a Muggle in Russia.” Harry let out a short laugh, “Probably the most farfetched theory is that he’s Polyjuiced himself to look like the Muggle Prime Minister.” Hermione groaned, “For Merlin’s sake, Skeeter hasn’t lost her idiotic touch then.” None of the theories mattered. She would not be forced into any sort of union with Malfoy. The very notion was vile and disturbing, to say the least.

Harry Potter is known in the Wizarding World as the Boy-Who-Lived. But few really know-or care-what this boy has gone through. Yet the Darkness in his mind still grows. A New Dark Lord may rise from the Wizarding World's faults. Rated M for violence, torture, strong language and sexual content.

Dean accidentally kills Castiel, and is tormented by grief and guilt afterwards. Dean becomes convinced Cas still exists somehow, and that he will be resurrected; Sam's not so sure, but is determined to help his grief-stricken brother recover. Meanwhile the Darkness is eating away at Creation, and soon both brothers realize they may have to embark on their longest and strangest journey yet. This time they might not come back. Will they have to fight their last battle without Castiel?

Stiles takes the darkness from the Nemeton a lot harder than Scott and Allison do. Derek comes back after he goes catatonic.

When the pack stopped telling him about meetings, Stiles laughed. It wasn't surprising that they forgot to update his number when their phones kept getting destroyed by the monster of the week...right? They just forgot. That happened. All the time! Too often. When the pack stopped giving excuses for forgetting, a deserving prickle of fear and trepidation etched its way into his heart, making his usually cocky and brave smile falter and leave. Only when they weren't watching. When they went out of their way to stop him going to meetings, he stopped smiling altogether. Only where they couldn't see. But it's fine, right? He was part of a family that loved him and just wanted to keep him safe...right?But when Derek used the door instead of the window to get into Stile's house, as small and insignificant a fact that may be, he accepted that something was wrong.

"Take me away," Stiles breathes when Peter opens his door. He's soaked through, heavy rain drumming against the stiff line of his shoulders, mud cached up his pants, his arms, teeth-clacking, bone-clinking shivers wracking harshly through him. He feels cracked open, desperate, hollow, and there's a tight, blistering ache in the back of his throat begging him to cry, to spill out all his secrets, his terror, his misery. "Alpha," he murmurs, crumbling, nearly whisked away by the harsh winds, and Peter's eyes go molten, from ice to lava in a split second, the liquid magma in those irises so entrancing that Stiles, roughly, helplessly, raggedly, repeats what can only be a benediction, "Alpha." Peter growls, rough and low, and drags him inside, shutting the door behind him a little gentler than he'd expect, but then, Peter is always doing things gentler than he'd expect. He fucking drowned him gentler than he would've expected, and isn't that just... his life in a nutshell. [Or: Peter is protective and violent, Stiles is fucked up but surviving, and they elope to canada to see the northern lights.]

Wild has lost too many people to let anyone else he loves be hurt. Pain comes in many forms.

The intrepid quest to vanquish the evil Sorcerer King once and for all...has failed. Henry tried to kill Sam's father. An outsider might expect Sam to resent him for that and to extract his pound of flesh as retribution, now that Henry is chained up in his father's dungeon. Actually Sam isn't all that concerned about dad or retribution. He's kind of pleased with the whole thing. Because now he has a toy to play with.

Alison Heikki is an adventure seeking girl trying to find her place in the world when she hears a ghost story about the Heelshire family. She decides to look for the allegedly haunted manor the night when Greta and Malcolm escape. She finds Brahms struggling with the screwdriver and makes a decision that changes her life forever.

The start of the 2nd Keyblade War draws near, and with Aqua rescued from the Realm of Darkness, the Keyblade master joins with Kairi in Merlin's dimension to rest before the battle and train..Fortunately though, the kind of training Aqua has on her mind includes her big, fat, backed-up dick, and Kairi is happy to "recieve" her training from her Master~...

It was supposed to be a trip with the entire class this time, what was supposed to be fun and enjoyable ended up in the worst hostage situation they could ever imagine. How were they supposed to know that half the residents were Anti Pro-Heroes?

At the end of the world you have so few friends left. What will you do when you end up alone again? Or How you come to Jackson and fall into a complicated relationship with Joel Miller. “You lost?” That voice. That same low, languid, gravelly husk that you had heard the previous night, now with an edge of a challenge to it breaks into your thoughts and demands your undivided attention. You whirl around again, look back in the direction of where you have just been walking and see him – tall, imposing and as broad as ever. Ruggedly Handsome is exiting the front yard of one of the houses, looking down at the cuffs of his coat and adjusting them, as if he has just put the garment on. The gesture itself is casual but you can see the coiled tension in his shoulders. If he doesn't like your answer, you can expect to be challenged on who you are and why you're here. “Not lost. Just new,” you reply after gathering your composure.

The last thing Percival sees before that door is forced shut is Daphne’s enlarged bronze eye, pupil a frantic slit, and her beak gaping as she screams. Then there is only the cold and the black and the silence. - - - An investigation gone horribly wrong coincides with the anniversary of Percival’s imprisonment.

Reader had a good friendship with Draco Malfoy, the Slytherin boy, you loved. That was a year ago, now you're playing a song you hold dear to yourself and emotions and memories come back. Little did you know, Draco was listening. From the song Jealous by Labryinth, it's really beautiful.

Kaz had braced himself for violence, at first, but all his captors had done was left him in darkness. That was all. He’d clearly underestimated the efficacy of darkness and solitude as a torture method.

Eleven was just one of, well, eleven test subjects. We know a lot about Eleven, and a bit about Eight, but what about the rest? What happened to them? Are any of them still alive? And, if so, what are they doing? It would be naive to believe that they would forget about what was done to them. It would be even more foolish to believe that the US Government would simply forget about a decades-long and incredibly expensive project to develop psychic warriors. Time passes, but not all wounds heal. As Shakespeare said, "Scars remind us that the past was real." Season 2 spoilers. Only rated Teen for strong language and violence. Nothing sexual. ***UPDATE!*** I've been going back over the beginning chapters (oh boy, they were not the best...) and making a lot of edits. As of 9/21, chapters 1 -6 have been greatly improved. Fixing mistakes, better formatting, fixing the tense, plugging holes in the story, etc. I'll be reviewing the next few chapters soon. If you feel like re-reading this story, do so in another week or two. It'll be better!!!

Darkness... It's everywhere. Around me, above me, beneath me, ready to swallow me whole the second I lose my balance. The waves roll over, pounding like thunder, crashing like lightning, shouting I'm coming for you, and there's nothing you can do about it. It's inevitable.That is my mind. My own worst enemy. Why am I like this?

Where Jungkook thinks he straight, Taehyung is never seen without a flower crown, Jimin thinks Yoongi should stop singing the lyrics from his older brother’s rap songs, Namjoon is already whipped, Hoseok’s personality matches the weather, Seokjin is already a princess, and Yoongi will sing whatever he likes, thank you very much. A sort of growing up AU that follows their lives through the outline of their songs. (A kind of extended connecting all of the mvs theory)

In the darkness at dawn, Eldarion waits for his son to be born. He remembers his father; the strange events that transpired at this time, two years ago; and his strange, recurring dreams.