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Falling by Britt_pknapp, Kal213 (1/1 | 5,736 | PG13)

Since the King and Queen declared the threat of the local dragon too great, the forests were considered off-limits. That should have been that. Derek should have finally been left alone, save the few out of town merchants that simply didn’t know better. He didn’t take kindly to trespassers in his territory, and none ever survived to tell the tale. After all, he’s a red dragon, the most feared of all the dragons. He lives alone, and he likes it that way, never entertaining his family, and never entertaining friends. His territory is his, and he’s proven time and time again that he’ll protect it by any means necessary.

Until one day, when Derek saw him, a human, wandering in his territory. A trespasser that throws Derek’s world on its side.

How to Seduce Your Local Herbalist by AStrangeFate (1/1 | 1,763 | PG13)

Stiles thinks he has no chance with Derek Hale, that is until one night before the village feast.

The Dreamwalker by Deshonanana (1/5 | 1,716 | PG13)

Stiles barely believed in soulmates, yet now he was presented with having his life saved by a black wolf. A black wolf that decides to then accompany Stiles on his journey to request help from the king for his father.

A Crown of Mistletoes and Laughter by howl-to-the-wind (greenleaf) (1/1 | 3,538 | PG13)

Stiles had been content to work towards studying to become a Druid and taking up his parents’ mantle as the ambassador for and guardian of the Hale Kingdom’s South Border. He thought his life was set.

…But then, Derek and his children happened in his life.

Conquered by StarsHideYourFires (1/1 | 31,654 | R)

Following the Battle of Hastings and King William’s ascent to the English throne, Sir Derek Hale is granted an earldom. And that earldom happens to still be home to the former earl’s omega son, Stiles. Both of their lives are changed by a bargain made for the good of all, but will it be good for them?

Soultalia

Basically, its a medivial, fantasy Hetalia AU. I have spent a whole lot of time on it and I hope you guys like it!

Everyone is born with a diffrent colored soul, the color of your soul gives you diffrent abilities. Here is a list:

- Red: Speed and agility, they use the heat of the air around them to amp up their endurance.

-Orange: Flight, one of the more rare abilities. Wings are conjoured when needed and disintagrate when not in use.

-Yellow: Element manipulation, cannot create more of elements, only use what is around.

-Green: Healing, they use energy from nature to heal wounds and sicknesses. Are frequently good with plants or animals.

-Blue: Object transformation, they change small objects into useful items such as food or metals for weopans.

-Purple: Emotion manipulation, they can shift other’s moods with the slightest touch.

~The lighter the color, the more they use their powers to benefit others. The darker the color, the more they use thier powers for themselves.

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This is a list of the citizens of Hetal and the surrounding area.

Feliciano (North Italy)- Light Green- Farmer, wants to be a doctor but isn’t educated enough.

Lovino (South Italy)- Dark Red- Solider, used to live with Feli but now fights the neighboring kingdoms for the thrill of it.

Antonio (Spain)- Light Red- Solider, wants to fight for what’s good in the world.

Francis (France)- Light Blue- Runs the orphanage in town.

Arthur (England)- Dark Yellow- Wizard, lives in the woods away from people.

Alfred (America)- Light Red- An educated teen, wants to be a soider.

Matthew (Canada)-Light Orange- Recluse, hides in the mountains because he thinks he’s not normal.

Gilbert (Prussia)- Dark Red- Theif, steals from the rich and keeps it for himself.

Ludwig (Germany)- Light Red- Solider, wants to fight to bring peace.

Roderich (Austria)- Light Purple- Prince of the land, wants to see it thrive.

Vash (Switzerland)- Dark Blue- A wealthy shopkeeper, sells the basic things needed to survive like food and herbs.

Lilly (Liechtenstien)- Light Green- Works in her brother’s shop. Grows herbs to sell.

Elizeveta (Hungary)- Light Red- Captain of the army, fights to protect her friends, family and land.

Ivan (Russia)- Light Yellow- the gentle sorcerer who does magic tricks for the children.

Yao (China)- Dark Purple- Wealthy land owner, good friends with the prince.

Kiku (Japan)- Dark Yellow- Weird hermit, makes inventions using his powers.

Tino (Finland)- Light Purple- A well liked tavern owner, knows how to make you feel better or have a good time.

Berwald (Sweden)- Light Blue- furniture craftsman, lives with Tino and his son.

Mathias (Denmark)- Dark Red- Odd job worker, saving his money to get a better house.

Lukas (Norway)- Dark Yellow- The prince’s advisor, took the job so he could be closer to his little brother.

Emil (Iceland)- Dark Green- Works in the castle, took the job to get away from Lukas.

Peter (Sealand)- Light Orange- Berwald’s son. Created by Arthur.

Toris (Lithuania)- Light Green- Farmer, practically lives in the forest when not working.

Feliks (Poland)- Dark Purple- Clothing merchant, town gossiper.

Raivis (Latvia)- Light Yellow- Vash’s apprentece, works at his shop.

Eduard (Estonia)- Dark Blue- Weopan shop owner, prideful of his status as one.

Natalia (Belarus)- Dark Red- Works with Gilbert sometimes. Specializes in stealth.

Katyusia (Ukraine)- Light Green- Farmer, her sister Natalia lives with her.

Sadik (Turkey)- Dark Blue- Works with Gilbert, tries to take Eduard’s shop.

Heracles (Greece)- Dark Orange- Lives alone on the edge of town. Is very poor.

Jett (Australia)- Light Red- Local adventurer, takes his two kids with him.

Wendy (Wy)- Dark Blue- Artist, wants to stay in town and paint.

Dwight (Hutt River)- Dark Purple- Wants to stay in town too, but want’s to work for the prince.

Laura (Belgium)- Light Green- Runs a cafe next door to her brother’s shop.

Ned (Netherlands)- Dark Blue- Runs a flower shop. If you say it, or he is girly he will fight you and probably win. Red soul or no, he can kick your ass.

Leopold (Kugelmugel)- Light Yellow- Prince Roderich’s son. He is trained in the arts.

Pull Me Closer

Hey guys! I spent all day writing this because I couldn’t get it out of my head. I hope you enjoy it.

Namjoon x Reader Soulmate AU

(There is character death, it’s minor though)


Originally posted by ilalisa


You stared down at the red string twisting up your pinky finger with disdained as the lecture droned on in the background. You always hated this string. Why should a simple string have so much power over our lives? Why were we destined to fall in love with whoever was tied at the other end? In your opinion, it was extremely unfair.

“Has anyone ever cut their string?”

You glanced up from your string and looked at the fellow classmate who asked the question. You scoffed at the question. Cut the string? You had tried nearly a million times to cut your string. There is no way that someone else was able to succeed.

You tried to cut the string with scissors from your mother’s sewing set. She walked in on you snipping at the air around your finger and knew exactly what you were attempting to do. A gasp escaped her lips as she smacked the scissors out of your hands. “What are you doing?”

“Cutting the string,” you grumbled.

“How are you supposed to find your soulmate if you cut your string?” She questioned. Her eyebrows are arched. Her hands are placed on her hips as she stared at you with narrow eyes. “Don’t be stupid.”

However, if she could see what your string looked like, she would probably want to cut it off as well.

“Only once in all of human history,” your professor answered. Your head snapped as you looked over at your professor. She was an older lady with gray hair and glasses that wore long skirts and sandals. She stood at the front of class with the text book in her hands. “It’s more of a myth than actual history. A couple broke the string somehow. Scholars argue over how they managed to do so. Some say they burned it. Other say that that they cut their fingers off. But the myth says goes that the female was betrothed to a Prince - a man that wasn’t her soulmate. She agreed because at that point she was older and hadn’t met her soulmate yet. However, a few years after the marriage, a rich merchant comes into town and it’s her soulmate. And if you have met your soulmate already, you know that the bond is very strong. They can’t keep away from each other and have an affair. The Prince finds out about the affair about two years later. At first he wanted to execute his wife’s soulmate. The wife convinces him not to. Instead, he banishes the merchant from his kingdom.” The professor paused her story and took a deep breath. “If you guys ever had to take a trip away from your soulmate, you’ll know the feeling of despair that the couple must have been going through. It’s a feeling of emptiness and nothingness. You just don’t feel complete.” Her voice got softer as she explained this part. “So to put an end to their misery, they decided to break the string. Their theory was that if they break the string, they break the bond.”

“Did it work?” Another student asked. “Did they really break the bond?”

“They died soon after breaking the string. No one really knows if it worked. The myth says that when they broke the string, they angered the Gods. So the Gods punished them-”

“Punished them?” A student gasped. “That seems unfair. They were only trying to survive their situation. Maybe the Gods should have made it easier for them.”

“They defied what the Gods have chosen. Yeah, maybe the Gods could have made it easier but maybe the wife should have left her husband for her soulmate,” the professor argued. “Anyways, the Gods destined them to be born on separate continents so that they could never meet.”

“That’s supposed to stop them from meeting?” Someone asked.

“In the time period that this happened, yes. People still traveled on boats and it was usually only merchants and pirates- and soldiers during wartime. This wasn’t in our time when we could just take a plane anywhere.”

“You said that some scholars believed that the burned the string?” The question was out of your mouth before you even realized it. You chastised yourself for speaking out.

The professor gazed over at you. “There is a lot of debate. But yes, one theory is that they burned the string.”


Your friends always described how their string is pulled taut. They described how they could feel a pull and a tug on the string every now and then. They always got so excited. It meant that their soulmate was near.

Looking at your string now as you sat at your dining table, your string wasn’t pulled and stretched tightly. In fact, it never has been. Your string was loose. It pooled around your feet. You would find yourself tangled in it. It looped and had knots. It just doesn’t look like how anyone else describes theirs to look like. It doesn’t look like how the textbooks describes it.

You sighed as you grabbed a candle. You lit it. You stared down at the red string before hesitantly lifting it up. You held it over the flame and just watched. For a moment, it looked like the flame engulfed it but when you pulled your finger away, the string was still in perfection condition.

You let out a defeated groan as you hand falls onto the table with a thud. Life is so unfair.


“Does your string still look different?” You stood in line with your best friend, Cailey, as a local coffee shop. “You still don’t believe in soulmates?”

You rolled your eyes and huffed. “Soul mates are so overrated,” you answered as you moved forward in the line. “Why should a string dictate who we fall in love with? We should be able to chose who we love.”

Cailey chuckled and patted your back. “Don’t worry. I’m sure you’ll find your soulmate one day and he’ll change your whole opinion on it.” She smiled hopefully at you. “Besides, the string doesn’t decide who you’ll fall in love with. There are platonic soulmates too, you know. It’s just easier to fall in love with your soulmate because they are supposed to compatible with you.”

You sighed before turning your attention back towards the front of the line. There was still about four people in front of you. You still didn’t like the idea of a string choosing who fits with you. What made this red string so special?


You were walking to class the first time you ever felt it.

You didn’t realize it at first. Your attention was on getting to class that slight tugging feeling went unnoticed. You weaved your way through the crowds. When you had stepped around a particular group of girls, you overheard a bit of their conversation.

“Are you going to the BTS concert tonight?” the shortest one with curly hair had asked excitedly. You glanced over at her as you walked by. She was bouncing on her feet with a huge smile on her feet. “I still can’t believe I got tickets.”

“Of course. I’m going to see Rap Monster!” Someone had answered her. Your mind had barely processed her words because you felt the biggest tug on your hand. It caused you stumbled back and fall onto your butt. The girls all turned to help you up.

“Oh my gosh are you okay?” the shortest one asked you.

“Yeah,” you answered. You looked around you, trying to see if you could spot who had pulled you back. “Did you see who pulled me?” You asked.

“No one pulled you,” the girls answered.

“It must be your string!” one of the girls gasped excitedly. “You’re soulmate must be nearby!” The rest of the girl squealed in excitement.

You opened your mouth to protest. You were ready to explain how their assumption was wrong. But your gaze fell onto your finger. Your eyes widened and jaw dropped.

This was the first time you had ever seen the string pulled taut. It was the first time that the red string wasn’t pooled around your feet. It was the first time it was tangled around you. It was the first time you had ever seen it stretched.

“What?” you gasped quietly.

“Can you still feel the tugging?” the shortest one asked. “If you can, he might be close enough to find him.”

You shook your head. Your mind was too amaze to answer.


“What’s a BTS?” Cailey friend stopped walking to look at a poster hung up in the window at a market. You stopped walking as well.

“I think it’s a band or something. These girls were talking about a concert earlier today when-” You words are stopped as your eyes fall onto the poster.

“They’re kind of hot, huh?” She giggled.

It’s the second time in your whole life that you felt a tug on you string as you stared up at the man with dimples who stood in the middle of the poster. There were others on the poster but your eyes were glued to him.

“Does he look familiar to you?” You asked Cailey as you point to him.

“Nope. I have never seen him before.” She answered. She raised an eyebrow as she looked over at your face. “Why?”

“I…” There was a feeling of nostalgia and longing as you stared at him. For some reason, you just wanted to reach out to him. You could feel tears building up in your eyes. You quickly blinked them away and teared your attention away from the poster. “He just seemed familiar,” you explained with an airy chuckle. “I probably saw his picture online or something. He must be famous to have a concert, huh?”

“Yeah. That’s probably it,” she quickly agreed. “Let’s get some snacks,” she grabbed your hand and pulled you inside of the market.


You woke up the next day and immediately looked at your string. You sighed in disappointment as the string is tangled in your blankets. Yesterday was too good to be true. It must have been a fluke. Or maybe the gods liked to play with the hearts of innocent girls.

It hardly seemed fair that the bliss of knowing that you had a soulmate, the happiness of knowing that there was someone out there for you, the contentment of knowing that your weren’t destined to be alone could only last for less than a day.

You should have never bought into the whole soulmate thing. It seemed that your were destined for disappointment.

You heaved your body out of your bed and headed towards the kitchen to make coffee.


“Namjoon, are you okay?” Jin had approached him during a studio session. It was just the two of them because Jin had told him he only wanted to re-sing a part of a song they were working on.

Namjoon looked up his computer and over at Jin. Jin had a clear look of concern on his face as he worried about his younger member. Namjoon brows furrowed at the question. “Yeah, I’m good. Why?”

“You just…Since we got back you have been acting strange,” Jin explained as he nervously played with his fingers. “You’ve been staring at your string a lot lately… did something happen?”

“No…It’s nothing. Thanks for worrying about me.”


“Oh my gosh. I still can’t believe that you are leaving me to go to Korea!” Cailey whined as she drove you to the airport. “You don’t even know Korean,” she complained.

You laughed at her reaction. “I’m just going for two months. It’s part of a study abroad program. I get to tutor students in English.” You nudged her. “I’ll miss you too,” you playfully sing.

“Ah. Who said anything about missing you?” She scoffed. “In fact, I’m glad you’re going. I need a break away from your mopey aura.” She sighed as she pulled up in front of the airport. “Are you okay. Do you want me to go inside with you?”

“I’m sure I can handle myself,” you responded as you gathered your bags from the back seat. “I’ll make sure to call you when I land.”

“Yes, no matter what time it is!” She agreed. “Find yourself a hot Korean fling while you’re at it,” she laughed.

“What happened to saving yourself for your soulmate?” You questioned.

“Eh, if Koreans are as hot as those boys on that poster-”

“Oh my gosh, that was like a year ago!” You laughed. “How do you remember them?”

“Because I googled them when I got home. Their name is BTS. If you meet them get me an autograph.” She hurriedly unbuckled her seatbelt and reached over to envelop you into a hug. “Besides, their faces we kind of unforgettable.”

For once you agreed, but you didn’t tell her. You couldn’t get the dimpled face out of your mind. You couldn’t forget him. His face always came to surface in your thoughts when you found yourself dozing off during a lecture. Remembering him brought back the longing feeling.

“I’ll see you in two months,” you said as you finally bring yourself to open the car door. “Don’t miss me too much.”


“Ms Y/N!” one of your students called to you. You looked across the classroom to see a group of girls giggling as they all watched a video on one of their phones. “Come watch this!” The same girls grins at you as she waved you over.

You walked towards them. “You’re supposed to be doing your work,” you scolded lightly. But you couldn’t find it in you to be upset as you approached them. Besides, you were just a tutor and not an actual teacher. They all groaned and pleaded for a break. “A small break. But then get back to work.”

“Watch it! It’s BTS. They’re really good,” she pointed the phone towards you.

You watched as the group of guys danced and sang on screen. You blinked at the screen as the dimpled man came to the front of the group. “Is he rapping?” you asked as you noticed that he didn’t seemed to be singing like the others so far.

“Yeah. That’s Rap Monster!”

“Rap Monster,” you repeated as you watched the video. You felt a tugging on finger but you ignored it. Ever since you arrived in Seoul a month ago, your string seemed to alway be tugging and pulling you. Watching him brought back that longing feeling. Another one of them moved to the front to rap, “Oh another rapper?” you asked.

“Yeah. There’s three rappers.”


“Namjoon,” this time it was the whole group who approached him. They noticed that his behavior seemed strange lately. He was always anxious. He seemed to be always waiting for something that is never going to happen.

“Yeah?” he answered. He was concentrating on writing new lyrics. He suddenly had a spout of inspiration.

“Is everything alright with you?” Jin asked as he eyed the member with concern. “You’ve been acting strange lately…”

“I have a soulmate!” Namjoon declared happily as he looked up from his notebook. He watched as a confused look crossed all of his member’s face.

“Everyone has a soulmate,” Yoongi was the first to respond.

“Not me,” Namjoon answered as he shook his head. “It least I didn’t, or I thought I didn’t…” his words turned into mumbles towards the end. “My string was always different so I thought it meant that I didn’t have a soulmate.”

“Different?” Jungkook asked. “How so?”

“It wasn’t like stretched, you know. Like it felt like there wasn’t anyone on the other end pulling at it,” he explained. “But then a month ago, suddenly it’s pulled tight. Usually there’s a lot of extra string everywhere, but this time it’s actually stretched. And sometimes I feel a tug. That has never happened to me before, you know.”

The group remained silent as they processed their leader’s words. Taehyung is the first one to speak again with a bright smile on his face. “Your soulmate must be close by then! We should go find her!” He excitedly shouts. “Do you feel the tugging now? We should follow it until we find her!”

Yoongi scowled at the suggestion. “We can’t just-”

“No. I don’t feel any tugging now. But maybe later if I feel it I could follow it,” Namjoon sighed happily. “It just feel so nice to know that you have a soulmate. I thought I would spend my whole life without knowing.”

“What are you going to say when you finally meet her?” Hoseok asked. “Have you thought about it.”

“Hmm… I’ll just say ‘I’m Namjoon and I’m your soulmate’” Namjoon answered.

“You can’t just-” Jin started only to be interrupted by Yoongi.

“It’s short, simple, and straight to the point. I like it,” Yoongi patted Namjoon’s back before heading out of the room.


It was dimple man, Rap Monster. Except it wasn’t him. He looked different. But behind the different face, it felt like it was dimples man. You glanced around you, noticing that you were both standing in an open field. The sky was a bright blue. There seemed to be an endless amount of grass and flowers.

“Y/N. I can’t live without you anymore. It hurts,” he said. You turned your attention back towards him. He was staring at you with a desperate look on his face, he seemed like he was in intense pain. His hands reached out to grab you but your body moved away.

You wanted to reach out and comfort him. But it felt like you had no control over your body. “Namjoon. We can’t do this anymore. I must stay with my husband.” The words came out of your mouth but it wasn’t your voice.

“Don’t you feel it? The emptiness. Y/N, I feel so hopeless when I am without you. I can’t stand to be without you.” He pleaded. There were tears falling down his face. Your heart wept for him.

“Namjoon, we can’t,” you voice quivered. “My husband…he’ll kill you,” you pleaded. “Please, forget about me. Go live your laugh happily.” You felt hollow inside. You felt empty.

“We know that is impossible. We are soulmates. We have a bond, it’s unbreakable,” he laughed bitterly. “Just run away with me. We can be in a new city by sundown. Just come with me.”

“I can’t. I have a duty to my people.” You shook your head. “Perhaps if I would have met you earlier, then things could be different.”

“But the bond-”

“It can be broken,” you answered. “We can break it. And then we can be happy without each other.” You could feel tears fall down your cheeks. He reached a hand out to wipe them away. “Please. Let’s break it.”

“I…If it is what you truly want. I’ll do anything for you.”


You woke up with a startled. You wrapped you body around your pillow. Tears fell down you face as you wept for the couple. They were so in love but they could never be together. You could feel her pain. It felt so real. You wanted to run away with him. She wanted to run away from him. But her heart was torn between her love in him and her love for her people.

Why were the Gods so cruel?


Rain pelted Namjoon in the face. The sky was dark and gloomy. He could hear the distant thunder and a see the flash of lightning. His clothes were soaked and clung to his body.

He breathing is uneven. There is a sharp unbearable pain on the side of his stomach. His hands clenched at it. When he pulled his hand away to look at it, he found it soaked with blood. He wheezed as he tried to sit up, but his body seemed paralyzed. He wanted to call for help, but he couldn’t speak.

A figure appeared before him. It had a shape of a woman. Y/N. He thought.

The woman chuckled. “No. I’m not her,” she responded to his unspoken thought.

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion until realization hits him. A Goddess. Please help me. Save me.

She chuckled again as she leaned down. “Yes. I am a Goddess. But sadly, I’m not here to save you. I’m here to punish you.” She explained. She clicked her tongue. “Namjoon, you’ve done a very bad thing. You broke your soulmate bond.”

I’m sorry. Please. He begged.

“I know it wasn’t your idea. It was Y/N. You should have disagreed. Well, no you both have to be punished.” She ran her hand through his hair comfortingly.

No. Please. Leave her be. I’ll take the punishment.

“You see, even without the bond. You still care for her. We Gods only wish to help you connect with someone who you can always rely on. That’s what the string is for.” She sighed. “If it were my decision, you wouldn’t be punished for it. Some of the Gods are over reacting, they feel to insulted. But I must.”

Please.

“Close your eyes, Namjoon. You won’t be in pain anymore when you awake in a new life,” she spoke softly, with sympathy. “At least not physically. However, you will live without ever meeting Y/N ever again. You will live with both of your souls on separate continents. And when you die again and reawaken again, you will still be on different continents. For you are to long for the bond you broke. That is your punishment.”

Please. Don’t.

“Close your eyes, my child. Be at peace.”


“Namjoon! Wake up!”

Namjoon eyes fluttered open to see Yoongi watching him with concern. He groaned as he sat up. “Where am I?” he grumbled.

“At your studio. I was coming by to see if you want food but you were screaming in your sleep.” Yoongi explained. He handed Namjoon a water bottle, which he gulped at appreciatively. “You okay man. It seemed intense.”

“It was intense,” Namjoon responded. “Very intense.”

“You want to talk about it?” Yoongi asked.

Namjoon shook his head. “No. It’s over now.”


You felt the tugging on your fingers. This time it seemed insistent. It wasn’t the usual tug or two and then it stopped. It was as if it wanted to lead you somewhere. You tried to ignore it as your browsed the English section at the bookstore.

“We should start walking towards the fanmeet!” a girl said to her friend as the walked by the bookcase you stood at. “It starts soon and I don’t wanna miss out at my one chance to meet BTS.”

You interest piqued as you heard the group name. The tugging became more prominent but you still stood at the bookcase.

“I can’t wait to see Rap Monster,” her friend responded as they walked out of the door.

At the sound of his name, the tugging sensations turned into a hard jerk towards the door. You thought your arm was going to be pulled off. You give in to the pull and began to walk out of the bookstore and into the mall. The pull lead you the same directions as the girls, you could see them up ahead.

However, it stopped about halfway and yanked you into a coffee shop. You let out a squeak as you stumbled inside and into someone else’s body. “Oh my gosh. I’m so sorry,” you apologized in broken Korean. “Sorry,” you repeated once more in English, just in case your pronunciation had been off.

“Y/N?” Your named fell out of the person’s mouth.

Your head snapped up to see dimple man, Rap Monster, standing in front of you with a surprised look on his face. You had wanted to ask how he knew your name but the sudden desire to hug him came over you. You don’t know why you hugged him but it felt right. His arms wrapped around you and pulled you closer to him. His hold was tight, as if he was afraid you would slip away.

The sound of someone clearing their throat brought you both back into reality. You pulled yourself away from him even though your body protested against it. You face was flushed as you tried to form coherent sentences in your mind.

“How - How did you know my name?” You questioned as you pointed at him. “Why did we just hug? Why do I still want to hug you?”

Someone spoke to Rap Monster in Korean. It was the first time you noticed that the rest of the group was with him.

“Namjoon. What’s going on? Do we need to call security?”

Namjoon shook his head at whatever he said. His eyes never left you. “Y/N,” he repeated. “My name is Namjoon and I am your soulmate.”

Your eyes widened at his answer. “What? Are you crazy?” You questioned as you backed away from him.

“How did you find me?” He asked. “It’s because you felt the pull, right? I felt it too.”

You shook your head. “Oh my gosh. My soulmate is a BTS member,” you whispered in disbelief. You hadn’t meant for him to hear you.

His eyes lit up. The smile grew on his face. “You know us? You know BTS? Are you a fan?” He asked excitedly. “You like our music?”

“No,” you answered. “My students like you a lot,” you explained. His smile fell for a second but it returned back fast.

“You’re a teacher? English?”

“I’m just tutoring some students while studying,” you answered. “I leave in a week.”

“You leave?” He asked, his eyes widened. “Already? We just met.”

One of the members spoke to him in Korean again. It sounded very urgent. Namjoon argued for a moment before sighing.

“I have to go to the fanmeet now. Um. You wait here until I finish. I’ll come back!” He looked hopeful. His members had to drag him out of the shop.

You watched until he disappeared.


“Oh my gosh!” Cailey squealed at you. You watched her on the screen of your laptop as you sat in bed. “You met your soulmate while in Korea. That’s insane!” She clapped happily. “Tell me all the details. Is he handsome? What does he do? Have you gone on a date yet? Are you getting married?”

You groaned at the million questions that flew out of her mouth. “It’s complicated, Cailey.” You rubbed at your face in frustration. “It’s not a practical relationship. Besides, I don’t think I’ll see him again. We didn’t even exchange numbers or anything.”

“What do you mean?” she asked. “He’s your soulmate. It is destined to work out.”

“He lives here in Korea. I live back home with you. There’s too much distance. It would never work out. Besides, he’s an idol. It would ruin his image.” You grumbled.

“AN IDOL!” She screeches. “You are so lucky! Who is it?”

You sighed. “It doesn’t matter.”

“Yes it does!”

You sighed again. “It’s Rap Monster from BTS.”

She screamed again and you contemplated ending the skype call. “Oh my gosh! BTS! I am like one step away from my true love Jin!”

“You already have your soulmate,” you reminded her.

She pouted. “Why do you get a K-Idol soulmate? You  don’t even want a soulmate,” she stuck her tongue out at you. “Come on. What’s the worst thing that could happen? Just meet up with him again.”

“I can’t,” you responded. “I never got his number or anything. He had to leave for a fanmeet. He asked me to wait but I was just too overwhelmed so I ending up leaving.” You shrugged. “Besides, I leave in a week.”

“Y/N,” she said softly. “I just want you to be happy.”

“I am happy,” you argued. “I was happy. I don’t need a soulmate to be happy.”

“That was before you met him. Now that you actually met him, it’s going to feel different. You don’t feel it already? How long ago was it when you met him?”

“Yesterday,” you mumbled. You knew exactly what she was talking about. Even though it had been only twenty-four hours, you already missed him. You sighed. “I’ll survive. It’s what I’m meant to do.”

You feel an immense emptiness inside every time you looked down at you string to see it slackened in a tangled mess. You feel an immense amount of regret every time see the red string pile on the floor by your feet. You feel an immense longing every time you think of him.

But you continued on. You were determined. You survived without him before. You hardly even knew the guy. There was no way you could have this deep connection. But you did anyway.


“Are you sure you are up for a world tour?” Jin asked with concern. “I mean, I know you must be hurting since she left.”

Namjoon sighed deeply. “Yeah. I can manage.”

“If only we knew where she was from, we could hold a concert in that city and try to find her,” Hoseok commented.

Namjoon jumped up at the idea. “Of course. Of course! Why didn’t I think of that?” He smiled hopefully.

“Think of what?” Hoseok questioned.

“Our last tour. There was a city we stopped in and I felt a tug. I didn’t think much of it then. But now, that must be where she lives!”


It’s been at least seven months since you left Korea. Seven months of you feeling absolutely hollow. Seven months and you still weren’t used to the way your red string dragged behind you.

“BTS is going on tour again!” Cailey smiled at you.

“Good for them,” you grumbled.

“Maybe they’ll have another concert here,” she nudged you. “Maybe you can find Namjoon again.”

“I doubt it,” you responded. “Our city isn’t known to host concerts often.”

“But they had one here before!” She argued.

You shrugged as you looked away from her.


The last time you felt it, it was 8 months ago. You forgot what it felt like.

You had been sitting in class when you felt the tug. You gasped as you looked down at your string. Once again it was pulled taut. You bite on your bottom lip before deciding to ignore it as you continued to take notes.

However, your note taking ceased. You stared blankly at your professor. You couldn’t concentrate with the tugging sensation.


“Let’s get some snacks,” Jin said. “I saw a grocery store just down the street.”

BTS were settling into the hotel room. They had a concert the next night and then they had a break in the city for a week until they had to move to the next place.

Namjoon was hoping he could find you within that week.


You felt a tug as soon as you stepped into the market. You decided again, just to ignore it. You lived in a big city, there’s no way you would run into him. All he had to do was perform at his concert and then go.

You placed some fruit into your basket. The tugging feeling grew more insistent as you ignored it. You walked towards the snack aisle.

There were two males standing in the aisle, There eyes widened as they saw you but you didn’t really pay any attention to them. You just wanted to find a bag of chips and then go home and avoid going outside until your string stopped pulling at you.

You finally chose a bag and placed it in your cart. You were about to walk out of the aisle when you felt a hard jerk. You stumbled to keep your balance. You sucked in a breath. The last time you felt a tug that hard, he was close by.

You hesitantly turned around to see that he had joined the two males at the other end of the aisle. His eyes were glued on to you as he walked forward. You string pulled at you to move closer to him but you panicked.

You panicked so badly that you ran out the store despite Namjoon begging you to stop.


You were telling Cailey what happened over a panicked phone call. There was a judging silence from her as you finished the story.

“Cailey?” You called, wondering if she hung up.

“You ran away from your soulmate, again? Don’t you think you’re being selfish?”

“Selfish?” You questioned. “How am I being selfish?”

“I know you think that you are handling the pain from being away from him just fine. But you aren’t. You act like you are but you aren’t.” She sighed. “I just want to strangle you!” She growled in frustration.

“How is any of this selfish?” You asked again.

“Have you thought about how he must feels. The bond goes both way. He must be miserable and dying. Imagine how he feels that his soulmate keeps running away from him?”

You never thought about that. “I-” you stuttered. You couldn’t wrap your head around how bad Namjoon must be feeling now. You never gave a second thought that he would feel the emptiness too. “I have to apologize.”

“Do you get it now?”

“I have to find him!” You stood up and searched for your coat.

“Where are you going?” Cailey asked. “It’s dark outside. You don’t even know where he is!”

You slipped your shoes on. “I can feel my string pulling me. I’ll just follow it.”

“Y/N. Just wait until morning!” She shouted from the other end of the line. “There’s no point going out right now to find him. He’ll still be here tomorrow.”

You bit on your bottom lip as you stood in front of your door. The tugging was coaxing you outside. “I’m going. I’ll text you when I get back home.” You hung up the phone before she could talk you out of it.


Namjoon couldn’t sleep with the constant tugging. He also couldn’t sleep because he couldn’t stop thinking about how you ran away. He thought maybe you were busy and had to leave when he had asked you to wait back in Korea. But now he knew that you meant to go.

He sighed before putting his shoes one and quietly slipping out of the hotel room.

The tugging lead you to a park. You could see him sitting on a bench. Panic filled you again, it was telling you to flee once again. However, this time you forced yourself to move forward. You forced yourself to continue forwards.

You came up besides him. “Namjoon.” It was the first time you ever said his name. It tasted like honey and tea.

He looked over at you. He hopped up once he realizes that it is you. “Y/N.” He whispered. He reached out to hug you but stopped halfway. He hands dropped to his sides.

“I owe you an apology,” you began. “I never really believed in this whole soulmate thing because, well I never thought I had a soulmate. You know, my string was different.” You explained.

“So was mine,” Namjoon agreed. “I didn’t think I had one either.”

“And when I met you, I just panicked. I didn’t think about how it would make you feel. I never really paid attention to the whole soulmate thing and I didn’t realize that you would feel…” you words trailed off as you stared down at your shoes.

Namjoon hesitantly grabbed hold of your hand. You looked up at him. “It’s okay. I forgive you,” he smiled at you warmly. You smiled back at him. “I feel like I’ve been looking for you for hundreds of years.”

“I feel like I have been waiting for hundreds of years.”


You sat by the window in your tower as you watched expectantly. “Princess Y/N, we brought you lunch,” you looked over at the servant girl who placed a tray of food on the table in front of you.

“Thank you,” you responded. “Has there been any visitors?” You asked.

The servant girl shook her head. “No Princess. May I ask who it is you are waiting for?” Her head was bowed and she avoided your gaze as she spoke.

“My soulmate,” you whispered.

She gasped before looking up at you. It was the first time since marrying the prince that anyone dared to look at you directly. “I thought you severed the string.”

“The string does not break the bond. It just makes it harder to find each other,” you explained. “The string is a gift from the Gods. It acts as a compass. But even without the string, the bond will be there. You will still feel the same way.”

“So you soulmate is coming for you?” she asked. Her eyes had an excited glint. “He’s going to take you away? You’ll be happy finally?”

“He must be just on the other side of the hill. I feel it.” You gazed out the window. “He’ll be here by nightfall. And then we can run away together.”

You picked up the cup of tea only to have the servant take it out of your hands. “Princess, if what you say is true. If your soulmate is to come and take you away, then don’t drink this tea.” She placed the cup back on the table. “It was brewed by the Prince himself.”

You blinked at her before sighing. “Thank you. I wish you the best when I leave.”

Namjoon’s bloody body was found before nightfall. Your cup is empty by morning.

Maiden’s Unfair Heart

Warning: THIS IS EXTREMELY LONG. Also, this fic takes place in the Middle Ages so sexism is an obvious. Of course 21st century Harry wouldn’t dare say these things, however please keep the time era in mind. The girl’s name is Jo only because this story is an original story with Harry’s name instead of the original: Michael H. Fitz. This one shot is inspired by the novel “Ransom My Heart”. If you love History and Romance together, this is the right book for you :)

Happy reading and please give me some feedback, I beg you!

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thestuckinbed  asked:

Hi! My birthday is on 28th of March and I would really love a non-reaped!Everlark story (or one where the Reaping doesn't exist, whichever comes easier). You can sprinkle in some smut if you want (though it's not necessary). Thank you!!!!!

Originally posted by a-night-in-wonderland

Happy, happy birthday!!! Your story was submitted by the awesome @pagedancer87 and we know you’ll love it just as much as we do! Have a wonderful day! EBD


Title: Selfish

Summary: “It’s really okay for there to be times when you stop putting everyone else first, and just do what’s best for you.”

A/N: All errors are belonging to me. Happy Birthday!

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As a rule, Katniss Everdeen didn’t allow herself many things.

The first and last time she had asked for something, was the one thing she had ever regretted: to selfishly have her father with her on her birthday. It was a request shyly made, and gently denied, but he had wanted to surprise her. It had him going to work on a day he normally had off, which ended up being the day that he died. At eleven, watching her mother spiral into grief driven madness and her younger sister nearly starve to death, she blamed herself. From then on vowed to put her family first.

It became the way she lived. Everything she did and every choice she made was for the benefit of her younger sister. Not only did it make her happy, it was also very easy.

Once in awhile, something came up that made her choices not so black and white.

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lonsterthemonster  asked:

My players a Dragonborn Rogue, Dragonborn Cleric, a Human Paladin, and a Gnome Wizard, are about to be in a town where a Harvest festival is occurring during which a medieval tournament is going to be held. I know that just about any type of merchant could be in town for such and event, but I'm not sure as too how many should be present, too few and the event doesn't look as large or grand as I am hoping for it to be and to many and I'm creating a logistical nightmare for myself. Any tips?

Look at comic con layouts, or farmers market maps. I’d copy the layout and call it good to be honest. Maybe just have two or three of each vendor type, plus a few strange ones? Like Armor, Potions, Weapons, Honey, and Poem writing, etc. 

I don’t think your players are gonna fret too much about having too many or too little vendors, or how big and grand the place really is. They’re going to imagine their own thing and not care as much as you are! Just relax and wing some things. You don’t need to plan every detail.

Sweet Smell of Bread

irstly to thank @titaniasfics thank you for betating the story like a 4 in the morning…Mama I am not worthy to be your friend. To @loveinpanem for hosting 4 glorious days of stories. i have several stashed in my drafts ready to read…i can’t wait!!! Also to @everllarkingnewtina @lovelizziekins @notanislander  @randomnoteforfuturereference @loudman1  & @norbertsmom you all in away have touched this story, your talks about WW2, Medical stuff, the HG characters, plotting, and simple encouragement. Thank you this story is as much as minr as it is yours.

Rated: G

CHPT 1 of Sweet Smell of Bread

Pt 1

Sunday, November 30th 1941-

Katniss sat in her room with the diary she’d found in the attic.


  • They say that love is not boastful, that love is quiet, it is patient and that love does not envy and that true love is everlasting. I know of this love, I know because I have lived it. I’ve chosen love over everything and it’s all that everyone says. I never want to lose this feeling. I never want to live in a world without him.

“Katniss,” Prim said bursting through the room.

Startled Katniss quickly put away the book she was reading underneath her pillow.

“What were you doing?”

“None of your business, little duck,” Katniss said to her sister.

“Never mind,” Primrose said, then tapped her foot on the floor. “You promised to take me to the bakery!”

Katniss didn’t have a second to disagree with her baby sister Primrose dragged her out of the house.

Their mother pointedly asked, “Going to the bakery?”

Katniss blushed. Primrose, however being the pretentious of the two, said, “Mother you know very well we can’t afford a cake, but at least we can stare at them.”

Their mother muttered under her breath, “That’s not all you girls are staring at.”

Katniss heard it but didn’t answer. She could have but didn’t. She didn’t have the best relationship with her mother. For some reason, her mother disliked Katniss trading with the bakers, she also disapproved of Katniss wearing her father’s trousers. But Katniss did what she did because they needed the extra money, and food.

After the mining accident that collapsed the main artery. The company went bankrupt and the bank repossessed everything to pay off the note the company owed. Those who stayed in the Seam lived in shanty homes they made out of scrap materials.

During this time her mother became a vacant shell.

For long a time, her mother wasn’t able to care for them, until an epidemic spread through the Seam and her mother healer services were needed. She basically ignored Katniss but not Prim. Now, when Katniss was nearly eighteen, was when her mother wanted to act like a parent.

“Katniss,” her mother called out, as she stepped out onto the porch.

“Yes mother.”

“What you should be doing is going down to that new factory the bank opened up last year and applying. You’re graduating this year and the sewing factory is looking for sturdy girls like you.”

Katniss smiled and sighed, thinking to herself she was never going to fall in love, not matter what. Her mother wrote that diary she found in the attic and love had turned her into a shrew.

Pt 2

December 7th 1941-

Katniss walked toward the back of the bakery. Sunday was her favorite day, she thought as she quietly opened the gate of Mellark’s bakery back yard. She looked up at the surrounding Appalachian Mountains. This was her home, and the bakery and the-boy-with-the-bread Peeta Mellark was part of that home.

She was bonded to Peeta and the bread and it began at the tender age of five. The memory of her first time meeting Peeta Mellark came to her mind.

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euneirophrenia

Originally posted by kihn

- - characters: [y/n] x I.M

- - genre: fluff(??), princes au!, series

- - word count: 3,173

- - summary: a frail young daughter of the King who wishes to see the outside world after being locked inside her room. bets on something that she might regret after meeting seven young princes of different kingdoms, each trying to capture the princess’ heart with their own charms.

- - masterlist

- - a/n: hey guys! i apologize for such late update for this series. i hope you guys like it and i apologize for any grammatical errors. gif is not mine.

intro - part one - part two - part three - part four - part five -…..


The birds were cheerfully chirping throughout the whole kingdoms. Days passed by quickly that you didn’t notice that it was finally the day for you to start your first adventure out to the world. With the sun rays illuminating against your eyes, it fluttered open and adjusted through the brightness. The fresh, crisp starched linen of your bed rustled at every turn you make.

Stretching your aching limbs, you look around to find your clock ticking right on your nightstand. It was still early, however, you got up from your fluffy bedsheet and wore your pastel pink slippers before slipping off to get yourself changed and prepped.

Seconds gradually turned to minutes then turned to an hour. It was already past six and you couldn’t help but stare at your own reflection. You wore a white chiffon blouse and paired it with a blue pleated skirt and a pair of black stockings to match with your beige oxford lace up shoes.

Gleefully making your way out of the door, you gently pulled your bedroom door open and went straight to the dining hall where His Majesty was having his breakfast. The sight of the princess out of the walls of her bedroom was a sight to see for everyone. Greetings here and there were heard and the start of your day couldn’t get any better when His Majesty, the King, invited you to join him for breakfast, along with Her Majesty whom you barely see due to the work she’s managing on behalf of His Majesty.

“Good morning, dear.” Her Majesty, the Queen, greeted with a smile. You returned the smile and asked whilst grabbing your fruit fork after having your meal set up right in front of you, “When will my escort arrive?” The sound of silver wear clicking was the only thing that you can hear until the door bursts open with your younger brother staring at you with wide eyes and a big grin plastered all over his face.

“Noona!” He squealed and immediately dashed towards you, attacking you with a tight hug despite having you in an uncomfortable sitting position. “Look at you, you’re all grown up. Father, why didn’t you tell me that Mingyu’s this tall already?” You quickly gestured your brother to take a seat beside you before glancing towards His Majesty, who only gave you an exasperated sigh.

“[y/n], honey, just eat your breakfast and Mingyu, I’ve thought I taught you better than those actions you’ve just done a moment ago.”

Heaving out a sigh, you immediately plopped a strawberry in your mouth and glanced over at your brother who muttered a couple of sorry’s before pouting. Throughout the years of being locked inside your room without anyone to join you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, this was one thing that you’ve yearned for. With your parents and your brothers at the dining table, having some breakfast, was what you’ve yearned for.

Casually having some conversations with your younger brother here and there, it was soon interrupted by your older brother who came dashing right in the dining hall with his dress shirt slightly untucked. His eyes were searching for something until it landed on you, his lips slightly ajar was then tugged into a big grin. The sight of his younger sister out of her room was definitely a good start of his day.

“You’re here!” He exclaimed before taking his seat beside Her Majesty. “How did you…” His Majesty gives him a look before answering on your behalf.

“I have given your sister two weeks to prove that she will be alright being out here, no signs of any illnesses and whatnot, and if she’s unable to prove that she won’t get sick, she won’t be able to step out of her room for the next few months, however, if she is able to prove that I am wrong, then you’ll be able to see your sister out of her room from then on.”

Gasps filled the air and you couldn’t help but feel the burning passion for proving His Majesty’s point wrong grew. Mingyu stared at you with his mouth wide open, “She challenged you, Father?”

“Yes, Mingyu. Anyhow, I won’t be judging ‘til the next week. If ever you get sick this week, you’ll be on your own [y/n].”

Nodding your head in response, you glanced over at your older brother and asked, “Seungcheol oppa, are you going to the neighboring country after breakfast?”

“Oh, yes but don’t worry baby sister, I’ll be back this evening to hang out with you and Mingyu. Oh, look at the time! I better get going now, thank you for the meal.” Seungcheol quickly patted his lips with the table napkin and left the dining hall with a smile.

The meal right in front of you was then gone with just a swift, you mutter thanks and gave your younger brother, Mingyu, a kiss on the cheek before leaving the dining hall to head out to the garden.  Your vision was filled with greens and all the colors of spring. The buds that were long planted in their spaces have fully bloomed into a beautiful flower.

The spring breeze blew straight into your face, cheeks turning into a brighter shade of red and hair dancing through the breeze. There was barely anyone walking around the garden, except for your family’s gardener.

“Good morning, James.” you greeted with a curtsy, only to be returned with a bow and a smile from him. Taking a look at how the garden gradually changed over the past few years, you couldn’t help but let out a sigh as it has been a long time since you’ve last come out of your room.

The dark red rosebuds have finally bloomed into beautiful roses. Reaching over to touch its petals, you were interrupted by a voice that you’ve been waiting for this whole time.

“Princess [y/n], are you ready for our adventure?” It was the Prince of the Southwest, Changkyun. He looked dazzling with just a dress shirt and a pair of black slacks, his folded black coat was hanging on his arms. His hair was left untouched and it was looking really soft, as usual. With the cool spring breeze, his cheeks were rosy red, along with his lips.

“I am.”

Offering you his free hand, he does a slight bow before asking, “Shall we, princess?” Without thinking twice, you linked your arm with his and immediately headed towards the carriage that he has prepared for the two of you. “Bring us to the market, Markl.” 

And with that, the two of you were heading to the town’s local market that was filled with fresh vegetables, fruits, poultries, and other authentic products that you’ve never seen before.


“Careful now, princess.” Changkyun quickly ushers you with his hand outreached for you to take hold. “Thank you, Changkyun but you can just call me [y/n]. Just drop the formalities and let’s enjoy this, alright?” you said with a smile, and it was for sure quite surprising for Changkyun to have his heart skip a beat.

“A-alright.” He stammered with his cheeks turning into a darker shade of pink, making you turn to look at him with concern. “My, Changkyun, are you alright? You’re quite red.” You obliviously asked as you pressed the back of your hand on his forehead to check whether he was catching some fever.

“I’m alright, [y/n], don’t worry. It’s just really cold.” He lied, flashing you a smile before leading you towards the entrance of the market. It was filled with merchants of different nationalities and you, yourself, couldn’t help but look at them with so much awe. 

The market felt like a magical place for you, a place you’ve never been to before. You didn’t let go of Changkyun’s hand and this seriously sent butterflies to Changkyun’s stomach. 

“Changkyun, what do you call this?” You query as you pulled him towards a stall that sells a couple of beautiful pendants, gems, dream catchers and other things. Your eyes glowed with interest and this was something Changkyun would want to see every single day.

Looking at the thing that you were pointing at, Changkyun couldn’t help but smile. “That’s a raw crystal pendant. This is a leumarian seeded crystal and it’s for wisdom. It also holds a blessing of unconditional love as the earth enters into a new vibration, they show us how to move beyond boundaries and learn about ourselves from the past, reawakening the spirit and giving us self-belief so that we can reach our full potential.”

You touched the leumarian crystal as you carefully listened to Changkyun. Changkyun had great knowledge of these things which made you wonder. “Changkyun, how do you know such information about this crystal?” Your eyes searched for his and somehow, you couldn’t bring yourself to tear your gaze off of him.

“Well–” before Changkyun could even finish speaking, the merchant came in with a smile. “Oh, Prince Changkyun! It’s so nice to see you.” A man with a beard, tanned skin and deep brown eyes was standing before you. He was tall and buff with arms and chest filled with muscles.

“Oh? You know each other?” you questioned, only to receive a fruity laugh from the man. “My, my, young Prince, who might this be?” 

“[y/n], I want you to meet Loukas, he’s a merchant from our town but since our regions are in good terms, he’s here selling the crystals and other eccentric products from our country. Loukas, this is Princess [y/n].”

“Oh, you’re the Princess [y/n]? It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Princess!” Loukas offers you his hand, which you took a hold of before shaking it. “It’s nice to meet you too, Loukas.” 

“Now, about your question Princess [y/n], Prince Changkyun has been studying a lot about crystals ever since Her Majesty gave him his first crystal pendant.” You quickly turned around to face Changkyun and noticed the rose quartz hanging on his neck.

It was utterly beautiful and you couldn’t help but stare at it. Noticing your gaze, Changkyun looks down and shows you his crystal necklace. “This is a rose quartz… it promotes unconditional love, forgiveness, infinite peace and compassion. It also creates harmony in relationships and teaches us about the true essence of love.”

“Say, Princess [y/n], how come you’re out here in the market? I thought His Majesty locked you away in your room?” Loukas curiously asked, which got your attention. “Oh, Father actually allowed me to come out in order for me to prove him wrong of keeping me locked up.” 

“And Changkyun, here, is my very first escort of my little adventure to the outside world.” you gleefully beamed as you linked your arms with Changkyun, a big grin plastered on your face.

“Is that so?” Loukas seemed to be lost in his thoughts for a moment before his eyes lit up, grabbing a similar rose quartz necklace from his stall. “I want to give this to you, Princess [y/n], to commemorate this day and it’s also a birthday gift from me, to you.” Loukas hands you over the rose quartz necklace with both hands and you couldn’t help but let out a gasp.

“I couldn’t just–”

“No, just take it Princess [y/n].” Loukas had a sincere smile plastered on his face and you could help but mutter thanks. Looking down at the pretty rose quartz necklace, you looked at Changkyun who called your attention.

“Let me put it for you, [y/n].” Before you could even reply, Changkyun had the necklace in his hands, wrapping his arm around your neck as he positions it. His touch sent shivers down your spine as his skin softly grazes against your sensitive neck.

Clipping it close, Changkyun looks at you and smiles. “Now, we have the same crystal necklace.” he beamed like a little kid. Changkyun couldn’t help but take hold of Loukas’ hands and said, “Thank you, Loukas.”

“No worries, Prince Changkyun. Now now, I don’t want to hold the two of you from your little adventure. Run along now.”

And with that, the two of you bid your goodbyes to Loukas and went deeper in the market. You carefully reached over to the necklace hanging on your neck, eyes gleaming with joy.

It was definitely a birthday for you to remember.  Noticing at how quiet you’ve become, Changkyun glances towards your side and asks, “[y/n], is something the matter?”

Shaking your head in response, you flashed him a toothy grin and muttered, “It’s nothing. I just couldn’t help but think that this has been the best birthday that I’ve ever had.” 

The smile on your face was pure and sincere and this had Changkyun to soften up at the sight. “Say, how long have you been locked in your room?”

“Nine years, to be exact.” You casually replied with your eyes wandering around at the displays. “Half of your life?” 

“Yes.”

Changkyun fell into a deep thought whilst walking beside you. It hasn’t been half of the day and now he doesn’t even know where to take you. Remembering a memory, Changkyun comes to an abrupt stop, making you look at him with worry.

“Do you want to do something for the first time, [y/n]?” Changkyun asks with his eyes focused on yours. “Something? Well… I actually wanted to try horseback riding ever since then.” 

“Alright.” And with that, the two of you were off, searching for some food to eat. The two of you have bought countless snacks that the two of you have never tried and also ate at this shop that sold a ton of variety of soups and baguettes. 

It took the two of you an hour to finish lunch as the two of you were so caught up with each other’s information. Changkyun was never a picker eater and so were you. Both of you liked dogs. Changkyun has an older brother and his mother is currently at their Kingdom, taking care of some of his father’s work.

And Changkyun’s quite intelligent and quite fun to be with. Changkyun also found out that you were meticulous with your room and how you prefer simple dresses than those overly designed dresses that some dutchess and princesses wear.

“What are we doing next, Changkyun?” you asked as you wrapped your arms around the paper bag filled various of snacks and other souvenirs. “Well, since you want to try horseback riding, we’ll be going back to your place and try out horseback riding.”

“Really?” you perked up which made Changkyun laughing. “Yes and I think the others will be there and you also need to be back before the sun sets on the West for your birthday party.”

“Okay.”


“C-changkyun, a-are you sure this is safe?” you stammered as you gripped tightly on the reins, totally frozen. “Yes, [y/n] and ease up. I’ll be here to guide you and Lucy wouldn’t want you to tense up so, c’mon!”

Taking in a couple of deep breaths, you finally eased down a bit and just sat there as Changkyun calmly commands Lucy, throwing a couple of compliments here and there.

It took you almost two hours to finally get a hold of it, and you were finally out in the fields, horseback riding on your own with Changkyun following you. 
“I’m doing it, Changkyun!” you beamed with you hair flowing along with the breeze.

“Good job, [y/n]!” Changkyun exclaimed before guiding you back to the coach, who was just watching the two of you from afar. 

Gently pulling on the reins and muttering an audible ‘halt’ the horse came to an abrupt stop and you couldn’t help but feel proud of yourself. “Good job, Lucy.” You said, running your hand through her locks as soon as you got down with the help of your family’s coach.

“How was it?” Changkyun asks you as soon as he gets off of his horse, giving it a couple of strokes before handing the reins over to your coach, who was bringing them back to the stables.

“It was amazing.” It was ethereal for someone like you. You couldn’t simply put how memorable this day has been and there was no signs of you catching a cold nor any other diseases that you were prone to.

“I’m glad to hear that. Now, we better go and change since your party’s gonna start soon.” Nodding your head in agreement, the two of you walked back to the mansion and both of you were escorted to your own rooms with a couple of hairdressers and designers waiting for the two of you.

In the midst of having your face being applied to various makeup products that you know nothing about, your dresser couldn’t help but compliment your rose quartz necklace.

“Thank you, this is actually a gift given by Loukas, a merchant from the market.” you said while touching it with your fingers. “Do you want to wear something that can let people see that necklace, princess?” Pursing your lips, you thought about it for a couple of seconds before giving her your final thought.

“I would love to, Miss Jade.” 


Staring at your own reflection, you couldn’t help but twirl around, admiring how beautiful your gown, makeup and hair were. “Thank you so much, everyone.” you hugged each and every one at how grateful you were to have them making this birthday party a wonderful day to remember.

“Now, Princess, you have to wait here until your brothers come in to escort you.” 

You just stood right in front of you and continued to study each and every detail there is on your simple, yet elegant flowy gown. The way the sequenced fabric flowed was elegant. If words could describe perfection, this would be it. You gave it another twirl and smiled in content. 

The sound of knocking snapped you out of your own thoughts, only to see Mingyu and Seungcheol peeking through the door with big grins. “Happy Birthday, baby sister.” Seungcheol beamed, pulling you into a tight hug, only to be followed by Mingyu, who joined the group hug.

“Happy Birthday, big sis!”

“Thanks, you two.” You pulled away and smiled at how cute your brothers were. “My, you two look dashing.” Rolling his eyes, Seungcheol flashes you a teasing look before linking your arms in his.

“Enough with the compliments, birthday girl. Everyone’s waiting for you now and better not let them wait.”

“Yeah! They’ve been waiting for a couple of hours, you know.” Mingyu rattled, only to receive a smack from you. “Oww, I was just kidding.” Mingyuk pouted as he lets you link your arms with his.

“You two are clearly my brothers, huh.” you glanced back and forth at Mingyu and Seungcheol, only to shake your head. “Of course, we are! Your two handsome, yet cunning brothers.” Heaving out a sigh, you clicked your tongue and announced,

“So much for Princes. Anyways, we better get going now or else Mother’s gonna come rushing in.”

An Iron Grip- Chapter 1

I posted about having this Gajevy fic that’s been sitting in my computer for a few years and thanks to all the encouragement I’ve decided to finally start posting it- all in all its about 40 chapters long give or take a bit; I’m going to update about 3 times a week with a new chapter so you guys dont have to wait too long :) This is my first fic so i’d appreciate some constructive criticism <3

Pairing: Gajevy

Words: 3,045

Will update every Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday :)

Summary: There is no magic. There is no wizards or dragons, that was all just make believe- or so Levy had been told. Her world is turned upside down when a dark guild comes after her, searching for a rare book, and everything she thinks she knows turns out to be wrong. Unwillingly thrust into a dark hidden underbelly of Magnolia city she must trust an unlikely band of misfits, a magic guild called Fairy Tail. Will Levy cave under the pressure or will she grow to be more than she every thought she would be and make some new friends along the way?

Chapter 2. Chapter 3. 

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         The world swirled around Levy, black and white flashing ever faster. She was falling and falling fast. There wasn’t even enough time for her to scream; the air was sucked out of her lungs as the air cut past her. The fall seemed like forever even though she was sure realistically it was only a few seconds. But everything slowed. She’d hit the ground soon, she was sure of that too. The ground was hard concrete, unforgiving and cold. And she was just so so small. She wouldn’t stand a chance in hell against it. Levy squeezed her eyes shut and let herself fall. There was nothing she could do but wait for the floor to meet her. This was it. This was how she was going to go- alone and weak. This was it.

   'I’m so sorry Gajeel, I’m sorry I couldn’t help you’ she thought to herself.

   And then everything stopped.

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Soultalia AU

I made this on Amino, but I figured I’d get it here.

This AU opens up in a small mountain town known as Hetal. It is located deep within a mountain range, in the Valley of Peace. The valley is overseen by Prince Roderich.

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Everyone is born with a diffrent colored soul, the color of your soul gives you diffrent abilities. Here is a list:

- Red: Speed and agility, they use the heat of the air around them to amp up their endurance.

-Orange: Flight, one of the more rare abilities. Wings are conjoured when needed and disintagrate when not in use.

-Yellow: Element manipulation, cannot create more of elements, only use what is around.

-Green: Healing, they use energy from nature to heal wounds and sicknesses. Are frequently good with plants or animals.

-Blue: Object transformation, they change small objects into useful items such as food or metals for weopans.

-Purple: Emotion manipulation, they can shift other’s moods with the slightest touch.

~The lighter the color, the more they use their powers to benefit others. The darker the color, the more they use thier powers for themselves.

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This is a list of the citizens of Hetal and the surrounding area. Feliciano (North Italy)- Light Green- Farmer, wants to be a doctor but isn’t educated enough.

Lovino (South Italy)- Dark Red- Solider, used to live with Feli but now fights the neighboring kingdoms for the thrill of it.

Antonio (Spain)- Light Red- Solider, wants to fight for what’s good in the world.

Francis (France)- Light Blue- Runs the orphanage in town.

Arthur (England)- Dark Yellow- Wizard, lives in the woods away from people.

Alfred (America)- Light Red- An educated teen, wants to be a soider.

Matthew (Canada)-Light Orange- Recluse, hides in the mountains because he thinks he’s not normal.

Gilbert (Prussia)- Dark Red- Theif, steals from the rich and keeps it for himself.

Ludwig (Germany)- Light Red- Solider, wants to fight to bring peace.

Roderich (Austria)- Light Purple- Prince of the land, wants to see it thrive.

Vash (Switzerland)- Dark Blue- A wealthy shopkeeper, sells the basic things needed to survive like food and herbs.

Lilly (Liechtenstien)- Light Green- Works in her brother’s shop. Grows herbs to sell.

Elizeveta (Hungary)- Light Red- Captain of the army, fights to protect her friends, family and land.

Ivan (Russia)- Light Yellow- the gentle sorcerer who does magic tricks for the children.

Yao (China)- Dark Purple- Wealthy land owner, good friends with the prince.

Kiku (Japan)- Dark Yellow- Weird hermit, makes inventions using his powers.

Tino (Finland)- Light Purple- A well liked tavern owner, knows how to make you feel better or have a good time.

Berwald (Sweden)- Light Blue- furniture craftsman, lives with Tino and his son.

Mathias (Denmark)- Dark Red- Odd job worker, saving his money to get a better house.

Lukas (Norway)- Dark Yellow- The prince’s advisor, took the job so he could be closer to his little brother.

Emil (Iceland)- Dark Green- Works in the castle, took the job to get away from Lukas.

Peter (Sealand)- Light Orange- Berwald’s son. Created by Arthur.

Toris (Lithuania)- Light Green- Farmer, practically lives in the forest when not working.

Feliks (Poland)- Dark Purple- Clothing merchant, town gossiper.

Raivis (Latvia)- Light Yellow- Vash’s apprentece, works at his shop.

Eduard (Estonia)- Dark Blue- Weopan shop owner, prideful of his status as one.

Natalia (Belarus)- Dark Red- Works with Gilbert sometimes. Specializes in stealth.

Katyusia (Ukraine)- Light Green- Farmer, her sister Natalia lives with her.

Sadik (Turkey)- Dark Blue- Works with Gilbert, tries to take Eduard’s shop.

Heracles (Greece)- Dark Orange- Lives alone on the edge of town. Is very poor.

Jett (Australia)- Light Red- Local adventurer, takes his two kids with him.

Wendy (Wy)- Dark Blue- Artist, wants to stay in town and paint.

Dwight (Hutt River)- Dark Purple- Wants to stay in town too, but want’s to work for the prince.

Laura (Belgium)- Light Green- Runs a cafe next door to her brother’s shop.

Ned (Netherlands)- Dark Blue- Runs a flower shop. If you say it, or he is girly he will fight you and probably win. Red soul or no, he can kick your ass.

Leopold (Kugelmugel)- Light Yellow- Prince Roderich’s son. He is trained in the arts.

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angst/ fluff with corrin being upset saizo won't show PDA

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You noticed it when those feelings of loneliness manifested into frustration. Seeing Kaze walking with his wife, arms linked, sometimes holding hands, whenever out on trips to restock supplies. Saizo would walk beside you, but your husband refrained from public displays of affection.

It wasn’t anything you thought to hard about, considering his personality. But Saizo was capable of being loving…it made you feel left out whenever you were in public.

Not because you wanted to be like everyone else, but because it almost made you feel…used, in a way. Your passions were reserved for evenings, and then you were awake alone in bed, your husband having disappeared until the next night.

It was rare you spent much time doing anything together, much less something like holding hands or linking arms. Your brow furrowed, mulling over your thoughts. Maybe it was because you never asked, you figured, looking up to your tall, handsome ninja.

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A Test of Strength

So me and my friends have a 4th edition campaign and we were in this merchant town. One of the first people we meet is this goliath paladin selling a ton of Pelor shrines. Our monk, who happens to hate all the gods but specifically hates Pelor, walks over and smashes one of the shrines.
Luckily the goliath was one of our player’s characters who simply joined late, so rather than fighting we agreed to repay him by buying him lunch. We went to the nearest tavern.
So our party is a huge 300lb dragonborn sorcerer, an almost 7 ft tall goliath, a living scarecrow, a tiefling and a monk. The shortest one is our human monk at ~5'9.
So we walk in this tavern and its filled with only halflings and dwarves. It instantly gets awkward and quiet until the owner, a super buff halfling woman, walks over and tells us to leave. Our goliath tries to win them over by challenging her to an arm wrestling contest.
She brings over a table and they get right to it. A halfling and a goliath lock arms and start pushing. Neither can get any ground on another, and the goliath’s muscles start sparking for no reason. And then somehow, they both stand up at the same time, and they are still not making any progress.
Finally the table smashes under them and they call it a draw.
We are now (mostly) respected members of the tavern and the halfling is the goliath’s official love interest.

Having a berry good time with our cleric

Context : we’re escorting a merchant to a town where he can sell his goods and by doing this job we get 35% of all the goods he was carrying and we get huge discounts but we are currently on the way to the city we have a teif Warlock, Human goat Cleric dwarf paladin dragonb sorce and me a drow monk

Warlock trifling : I look for berries to add to my book of nature *rolls a 19*

Dm: you find a set of berries you are completely new to

Warlock :I convince our cleric to eat them

Cleric : no need to convince I eat them anyways

Dm: roll con save
Cleric: *rolls 4
Dm your vision goes blurry and you see your goat god in a mighty throne room and one approaches you

Me realizing I have taken form of his main god as he hallucinates move closer and touches his face

Me: you have been chosen young man to serve as the champion of our people go forth and free the goats of your lands

Dm:this is all said in bahhs to you cleric

When he finally comes out of his high he exclaims that his god’s have talked to him and he now has a purpose in life

Powerbottom!Phil/Bottom!Phil Masterlist

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Damn Howell by chocolatesaucelester

Summary: Parties and hookups were never really Phil’s thing, but when he gets the opportunity to spend the night in the popular Dan Howell’s bed, he can’t really complain.

Darling I’m Back, And I’ll Be On Yours Too by chocolatesaucelester

Summary: After being away for four months on tour, Dan couldn’t be happier to be back home with his boyfriend.

Dat ASs by chocolatesaucelester

Summary: Phil has a fantastic bum and Dan loves that about him.

How He Wants It by chocolatesaucelester

Summary: Dan is a bit of a hopeless top on his own, so Phil takes matters into his own hands to get the fuck he wants.

King of Fools by silverluminosity

Summary: Dan and Phil’s April Fools’ pranks go a little too far and cause them to venture into some previously unexplored territory.

power bottom phil yay by linguistphil

Summary: Phil gets a vibrator and tries it on Dan and then rides Dan while the vibrator is still in him.

#Philday by linguistphil

Summary: Short pwp Dan rims Phil in celebration of Phil day.

The Sharpest Lives by sexyendscreensmut

Summary: Phil’s a poor boy living in a small town, but there’s something about the Merchant in town that intrigues him

Who Needs That Many Plants? (Kevin Volland)

It was Sunday and that meant it was time for you to go to your favorite place, the farmer’s market. You weren’t a shopper, but a merchant. Around town, you were known for having arguably the most beautiful plants and flowers. From you were five years old, you were growing stuff in the garden in your backyard. Your mom always boasted to everybody about her daughter with the biggest green thumb. Your gift also earned you the nickname Ivy from your friends in high school.

Most people hated waking up before 7 am, but you didn’t mind. If you were lucky, your stand wouldn’t sell out in less than two hours. You would like to think the popularity of your stand was solely due to your talents, but you had a sneaking suspicion that it had something to do with one of your most frequent customers. A local footballer, Kevin Volland, started to come by about a month ago and ever since business has been booming. Having a celebrity obsessed with your product is more than good for business.

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Reluctantly Royal ((Vixx)) Part 1

PART 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6

I suggest looking at the CAST LIST first. Not necessary, but helpful.

A/N: Ok, so, funny story… I sorta don’t have a male lead picked out yet. But good news! That means we can find out together, yeah? And in the meantime, let’s reverse harem this beast KISS KISS FALL IN LOVE~

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Continued from here:

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Usually she preferred pies over cakes, but she had to admit that this one truly looked delicious. It smelled of various spices, and it was perfectly cooked, with a light golden crust. And she was hungry.

Seconds ago her stomach was glowling. So when she smelled a delicious odor, she followed its trace, a bit like a dog or a cat. She should be ashamed, but she was too hungry for that. Yet she shouldn’t eat other’s food, it was pretty rude.

“Hem… I don’t think so. That recipe sems pretty different that the one my mothed makes.”

She gazed at the blonde paladin with unintentional puppy eyes. Yet she couldn’t bring herself to ask for some. She’d better get going, maybe there was some inn or merchant in town that could sell her something to eat.

As far as personal sins went, Iswen supposed her affection for baked goods and other sweets was a small enough thing she could be forgiven. The lack of courtesy, however, went against any knightly code, even codes as briefly defined as those for  Kelemvor’s Knights of the Eternal Order.

On the other hand, this stranger was not clearly starving, and there was nothing in the code of courtesy that said she had to share her deserts. Just that it would be kinder if she did. Iswen tried to decide if she would be satisfied with being merely kind.

“I think everyone has their own recipe for it,” Iswen said. “The one mine makes has more nutmeg and cinnamon in it.”  It was all a matter of which spices were on hand when the recipe was made, and the particular tastes of the family making it. Her family was often torn between a looser hand with the spice chest, and a care for how much profit they were pouring into the batter.

Perhaps it was that thought that had her splitting off a slice of the cake, one that she hadn’t bitten into yet, and offering it out. “Here, have a taste,” she said.

7 Awesome Shows Centred Around Badass Lady Characters Doing Badass Lady Things: A List

If you like a thrill ride:

  • WPC 56 - A show about the first female cop in her precinct, set in the 1950s. The protagonist has to take on everything from serial killers and kidnappings to racism and sexism in order to prove herself among her male peers.
  • The Bletchley Circle - Four gifted former WWII lady code-breakers team up to catch a killer. Not for the faint of heart.
  • Orphan Black - A woman discovers that she is a clone, and that the people who cloned her are up to no good. Brace yourself for some of the best acting in television history.

If you prefer something more quaint and charming:

  • Lark Rise to Candleford - Set in the late 1800’s, a young woman from a poor hamlet takes a job at the post office of a nearby merchant town. Adventures and awesome characters ensue. 
  • Call the Midwife - A group of quirky nuns and big-hearted midwives take on the challenge of midwifery in an impoverished area of London during the early 1960s. Many of the amazing, heartwarming stories on this show are taken from the real-life memoirs of the woman the protagonist is based on.

For something spookie-ookie:

  • The Secret of Crickley Hall - A woman’s young son goes missing. When she and her family begin a stay at an old country home, her borderline psychic bond with her son leads her into the dark, mysterious past of the house and its ill-fated residents. 

For a good laugh:

  • Miranda - Miranda Hart’s sitcom about a clumsy, oddball 30-something and her quirky friends.