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The town, miles away, was being washed in the warmth of sunlight.  Clouds were approaching from over a mountain range, but it would be awhile until they were blessed with rain for crops and their reserve supply.  The celebration was still going on, with no end in sight.  The villagers were peacefully and happily dancing any troubles they could have had away.  Normally, a small house that  was known as ‘home’ to five brave souls would be full of food and laughter.  Maybe empty for a few minutes so the residents could join everyone outside in the beams gifted from the sun. But unknowingly to their fellow friends and villagers, that

~Chapter 1~ It was easy to tell the humans and dragons apart. By nature, dragons were beings of supernatural abilities in both physical and magical traits, and most if not all of the time, they also chose the forms of either beautiful or handsome—or sometimes both—forms that only added to their majestic existences. Now that you had grown older, that fact should have been obvious. You had wished you had seen the signs earlier for if you had, things would have been different. You would have said different things to him when he had departed. However, a decade had come and gone. The eternal winter of Dragonfall had officially ended

~Chapter 45~ Final “My tears!” you shouted at the top of your lungs when Mathias handed over his cape to your dragon and you gave his brother one of your layers. “All those hours I spent mourning for you! All of those tears wept and swollen eyes and fits of hiccups! Give them back! I almost went mad, damn you! Give them all back, I said!” Emil blushed and shied away behind his cape. Lukas, on the other hand, stepped in front of his little brother to defend the both of them from your onslaught of meanderings and punches. “_____________, you have to understand that if my brother’s body didn’t expire

 For years Norway would disappear once a month for about a week and then come back looking something from between  dejected and elated. These little mini-vacations always confused the other Nordics and they often asked him about it, but he would never tell them anything. He didn’t want them to know his little secret. But then all of a sudden these trips stopped and he looked depressed…really, really depressed. He often sat looking at a photograph, one that he wouldn’t show a soul. It was a photograph of him and a little girl who looked so strikingly like him it was scary. This was his daughter (Name) Bondevik, and her mat

Pottertalia AU .:Norway x Ravenclaw!Reader:. ... Stepping out into the chilly air of the courtyard with a few friends, you shivered. The Scottish autumn had settled in nicely, and though you appreciated the scenery, the cold air tended to be a bit unforgiving. "Oh! I forgot my scarf, you guys." You let your friends know, and they turned their heads back slightly to look at you. Arthur, a Slytherin, furrowed his thick brows at you before speaking. "Again, (y/n)? You've got to remember that thing, you'll catch cold otherwise-" The Brit began, before he was cut off by the loud voice of your other friend, Alfred. "That's okay, (y/n), I'll r