SeraphineEncordia

 Camelot was in a time of peace. Soulmates were encouraged to be together and see one another without issue from stature. In Camelot’s past and in other kingdoms there was a sensitivity when it came to soulmates. Drama and angst were a given. Heartbreak and rendezvous were kept secret. It was still common, even back then, to keep one’s soulmate mark hidden for fear of talk and hidden agendas. Though times were changing the tradition was still held by most families. Your family was no different aside from most family members knowing almost exactly what one another’s soulmate mark looked like. Most of the information you held

A/N: So I couldn't find a good link to the song "Take a Break" from Hamilton but I would definitely recommend listening to it as you read this! For the first time in hours, Tamaki looked up from the book he'd been reading. He hadn't even noticed the passage of time, except when the sunlight he'd been reading by finally died, the world turning towards sunset. The only sound in the dimly lit room came from the ticking of the clock and the occasional shuffle of turning pages. Tamaki had been reading since noon, you having disappeared back into your study to finish some work your hero agency had given you. He'd thought reading would clear his m

Alfred couldn't get over the nostalgia. "How does it feel to be in New York again?" Tim's voice came through his earpiece, a smug smile evident in his words.     Alfred let out an airy chuckle, "It's beautiful." He sat, crouched, on the highest building in the area. The night sky was bright, no stars in sight from the light pollution, but that just made his nocturnal behaviour all the more justified. How can you sleep in a city that never goes to bed? Car horns echoed from distances unheard of in Britain, and the shouting of a typical New Yorker was prominent every five minutes on the dot. Oh, how he missed this. But now was not the time to

"Hey, (y/n)!" You turn around from your spot at a library table to see Fred Weasley walking towards you. "Hi Fred." you say, smiling. He scoffed exaggeratedly and said, "Unbelievable! I'm George!" he replied, faking offense. You knew better than to fall for this, though. You'd known the twins since before Hogwarts, and could fairly easily tell them apart by now. "Bullshit, Fred. I can tell the two of you apart, you know that." you retorted at him, laughing a little. He sighed in defeat and sat down beside you. "Damn. Really thought it might work this time. Anyways, what are you up to?" he said in response. You really weren't doing much

The last thing Sherlock had expected in his return was that you would welcome him with a smile and open arms, especially after how John had reacted. He’d walked up the steps to 221B and hesitantly knocked on the door, sure that he was going to get slapped or worse, but you’d pulled the door open and after the initial moment of shock gave a soft chuckle, “Welcome home, Sherlock Holmes.” In all the time he’d known you, there had never been anything between you beyond a friendship that for some reason worked better than most and was stronger than he ever could have anticipated. It was something that had happened wi

“It's different this time. You know it.” Sherlock was quiet, eyes skimming quickly over all the scattered pieces. “It's because it's her.” Still silence. “You need a break. When was the last time you ate? Slept? You've barely moved from that spot for the last ten hours!” His eyes snapped up toward the man. They were void of emotion. “If I even waste a second, she will die, John. Do you want that?” John's face fell before he dropped into his chair and buried his face into his hands. You were gone. Taken away by Moriarty. In order to get you back, they needed to complete the puzzle. A litera

“Why aren’t you dressed yet?” John pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. Sherlock looked up lazily from his reading. “Are we going somewhere? I was unaware o-” “No, I’ve told you all week that we were going downstairs for a holiday dinner. Get ready so we aren’t late.” The doctor huffed and sat in his chair, waiting on his flatmate to ready himself. How many times did he remind Sherlock about (Y/n) making dinner for them? “John, I don’t recall ever meeting this new tenant of 221C, (Y/n) was it?” Finally Sherlock was dressed. “You haven’t so try an