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LiteratureHe Hunter And His Fallen Angel ch. 20 Castiel awoke to the sound of his baby whimpering. Raini still hadn’t got the hang of crying since her lungs were underdeveloped, but Castiel had grown accustomed to her different whimpers and squeaks. This one was the one that meant she was hungry. He gently pulled her out of Dean’s arms and carried her to their kitchen. He held her in his right arm while using the other to get the formula and begin mixing it into a bottle. Castiel had recently bought her the movie Sleeping Beauty to watch when she was older, and though Dean insisted it was unnecessary since it was a Disney movie, Castiel had proof watched it for things he didn&LiteratureMy Irrediscent DarknessDarkness is just another form of light With stars awake in the sky to guide it through the night Light bounces from your face to create a shadow So delicate it forms a flower It's petals forming into a rainbow The rainbow reflects your beauty to the sun And all darkness fades, our era has begun The passion in your gaze sets our world ablaze And with every tear you cry Our fire begins to die Oh lover, with your shinning eyes that make the irrediscent colors of my heart melt And remind me of every one of your kisses I've ever felt Just remember that no matter how far we are apart You are the only one who holds the precious key to mLiteratureJe T'aime a la Folie (a Superfamily fic) ch. 2By the time Steve and Tony made it home with Peter it was pushing four AM, though the small child appeared wide awake. Tony and Steve weren't sleepy either, especially Tony, who never went back to sleep after a night terror, so they didn't suppose this was an issue. Tony took all of Peter's belongings into the guest bedroom and Steve walked around their living room rocking Peter back and forth. "How do you like your new house, buddy? Hmm? I bet it's really different from what you are used too, but that's me too. This is a new life and family for both of us." He cooed softly, showing the newborn around although he knew he was much too young tLiteratureIt will always be Damon ch. 8Damon had only ever imagined such things happening for him. Nobody had ever truly loved Damon, Stefan made sure of that. Their father had favored Stefan, his first love Katherine had favored Stefan, but what had hurt most of all was that the one girl he'd been willing to open up again to...the one he gave his heart to long before she gave hers back, his Elena...she had favored Stefan too. For the longest time he endured hearing "It's always going to be Stefan." He endured watching her be close to him, hoping just being nearby was enough to soothe his need for her. But now...by some sort of miracle things between them had changed. That one girLiteratureTrollsHate is stupid Love is true But trolls seem to stick to me like glue I don't hate your face nor your heart But I'd love to castrate you for a start Because anyone who brings my friends into a fight Is going to answer to my foot as it goes up your ass every night Love is patient Love is kind So I'm leaving your hatred far behind You're nothing but talk, dear sweet Troll You can't touch me, I'm an innocent soul The God and Goddess have their arms around me And they say "fuck off, so mote it be"LiteratureFrom Hamish ch. 5The cab ride to Mycroft's was a struggle, especially since John was having a hard time installing Hamish's car-seat and the driver was becoming impatient. Sherlock walked silently to the other side of the taxi, grabbing the seatbelt out of John's hands and quickly pulling it through the belt guides and fastening it securely. "It's not rocket science, John." He muttered, earning a glare from the young father. After making sure his baby was in safely, John closed Hamish's car door and went to Sherlock's side of the car, forcing him to slide over. "I've fastened more car-seats in my life time than you ever have, thank you, so I don't want to hLiteratureWind on the Withered Heath ch. 2One hundred and seventy-one years the dragon Smauglock lay on his hoard of gold, bothered by none and seen by none. He slept so long, not a muscle moved, that his already golden colored under-belly was now incrusted with jewels. Smauglock couldn’t bear to be conscious, blaming himself for what befell his family, and agonizing over his intense loneliness. He knew he deserved it. He could still smell the blood and feel the heat, Moriarty’s crazed maniacal laughter plaguing his nightmares. Thunderstorms around the mountain were the worst, the cracking thunder translating into the deafening sound of Ralarth’s final roar. Thoug