#Soulmate-Identifying Marks

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Shine Brightly, That I May Glow by TheLegendOfChel

Shine Brightly, That I May Glow

by TheLegendOfChel (@the-legend-of-chel)

M, WIP, 62k, Wangxian

Summary:Every thousand years, two soulmates are born; one blessed by the power of the sun and the other by the moon. The Lan Sect rejoices when their second young master bears the mark of the moon. However, his other half is nowhere to be found. With every year that passes, the cultivation world becomes more desperate to find the missing sun spirit, and the Wen Clan in particular seems increasingly intent on claiming the sun spirit as their own. ----- When Lan Wangji is fifteen he meets Wei Wuxian, a guest disciple who is loud, annoying...and bright in every possible way. Kay's comments: This story is on hiatus, but it's definitely still definitely a story you should check out! It has the sun & moon combination of Wangxian that I am very fond of, Lan Wangji blessed by the moon and Wei Wuxian blessed by the sun, soulmates who are meant to be. Only no one knows that Wei Wuxian is blessed by the sun, because the Wens are yearning to claim the sun spirit for themselves and yet, Wangxian are still drawn to each other. I love their relationship in this, being drawn together despite Wei Wuxian's hidden identity as the sun spirit. It's just *chef's kiss* Excerpt: That being said, they were few and far between. Lan Wangji usually acted like Wei Wuxian didn’t exist, sometimes going so far as to put a silencing spell on him. Rude. Wei Wuxian would then retaliate by making silly faces at Lan Wangji, but the moon spirit didn’t even seem to notice. There were a few times Wei Wuxian considered just telling Lan Wangji that he was the sun spirit. He promised the Jiangs that he wouldn’t reveal his true identity to anyone, but surely Lan Wangji didn’t count? However, in the end Wei Wuxian decided against it. Maybe he would have felt differently if Lan Wangji had been more open to his friendship from the start, but Wei Wuxian knew that if he told Lan Wangji they were soulmates now and Lan Wangji changed his tune, a part of Wei Wuxian would always wonder if it was only out of a sense of responsibility.

pov alternating, canon divergence, everyone lives/nobody dies, soulmates, soulmate-identifying marks, secret identity, identity reveal, mutual pining, secret relationship, dreamsharing, light angst, jiang cheng/nie huaisang, sangcheng, kidnapping

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[the-24-7-lawlu-library]

Poll Vote Soulmate AU

Hi lovely readers, We wish you all a great weekend! We hope this fic rec will make it even better for you <3

chains meant to be broken by chenziee (T)

To have a soulmate is a blessing, Law’s mother used to say. She always did so with a soft, knowing expression on her face while stroking Law’s arm, tracing his soulmark with gentle fingers. Law used to believe her… but that romantic naivety soon burned away.

your emotions bleeding colours into my skin by betsib (T)

Law finds out the patient he just performed a life-saving surgery on is his soulmate, and he isn't happy about it. He never wanted a soulmate in the first place. Written for 10 days of LawLu 2023, Day 1 prompt: Soulmates

Hold Fast to Dreams by Purplehairedwonder (T)

Law was nine the first time he had a dream that wasn’t his own. He was in a forest on an island he’d never seen before—the plants and trees were the wrong color for one thing—and he was running from an old man he called Gramps, only the man had looked nothing like either of Law’s grandfathers.

Shadow Dicks by HowLoveGoes (T)

In a modern world, whatever you draw on your skin appears on your soulmate's skin. This includes the dicks your friends draw on you while you are asleep, while your soulmate is working at the hospital on his day shift. Best friends, man.

Smile, the Worst is Yet to Come by IceAngels (T)

Trafalgar D Water Law never asked for a soulmate. And he certainly never asked for that soulmate. Monkey D Luffy would probably end up giving him an heart attack. Law thought. Every time the Straw Hat wearing fellow pirate bounced into his life his blood pressure shot through the roof and something terrible always happened. He thought about Dressrossa, well, not always terrible... but always always certainly insane.

First Thought by Plume8now (G)

Prompt inspired by: "Soulmate [AU] where your tattoo shows the first thing your soulmate thought when they saw you" OR How long did it take for them to figure this out? [LAWLU]

An Unexpected Camaraderie by carrotcouple (T)

On the way to Wano, Law gets a rather violent nosebleed while talking to Zoro.

A Little Bit of Red by Monimo (T)

Soulmates were never something Law put much stake in, even as his parents lauded over them and Lammy fantasized about hers. He had even less faith in them after Flevance was destroyed and he was left wondering where his were. For Luffy the topic of soulmates was always on his mind, he’d have a crew full of his soulmates and wouldn’t take no for an answer. They were all his special people afterall.

A Freaking Miracle by thorsten_is_in_the_hood (T)

In a world where the mark on your body are the first words your soulmate says to you, most have normal and common sentences on them, while one has something stupidly ridiculous and another something truly disturbing.

Cooking and music by Arkantecker (T)

A world where people are born talented to do/make whatever it is that their soul mate is passionate about. In this case, Trafalgar is good at cooking, and Luffy is good at playing music.

A Straw Hat? by Locohelli (G)

When Luffy was still a child, Shanks gave him his straw hat, so Luffy wouldn't miss out on meeting his soulmate when they would be crossing each other's paths. Years later and Luffy still doesn't go anywhere without his straw hat.

Counting the Seconds by TheeGirlWonder (T)

Everyone has a timer of how much time they have spent with their soulmate. For twenty-four years Law’s had stayed at 00:00, until he arrived at Sabaody.

-Mod Raiya

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A FIELD GUIDE TO EDIBLE FLOWERS | A Castiel/Dean Winchester Regency fic

Posting Wednesday September 27th, 2023

Summary:

Castiel's soul mark always felt more like a burden than a blessing. He never expected to find a match, someone he could imagine sharing his life with - not until Dean Winchester. Castiel and his brother Gabriel work as soul mark artists, tattooing those not born with marks; Gabriel does the tattooing and, with his thorough botanical knowledge, Cas makes the inks. But when they go to an estate for a young man named Sam Winchester, Cas discovers that knowing the language of flowers is a far cry from knowing the language of love. How can he convince Dean, a man so rarely able to make his own choices who hates his own soul mark, that being together is worth it, regardless of whether the universe says they're meant to be or not?

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His eyes gazed over the lovely, bare sight of him.  The flowers they’d been working with had been left in the bed, and one small pink petal was stuck to Dean’s mouth, just at the corner of his lip.  He breathed softly, his lips just parted.  Castiel’s gaze was drawn to the little scrap of flower silk, sharp as a blade.  He wanted to touch it, press against where it touched Dean’s skin.  He wanted to rub it off with the pad of his thumb, he wanted to trace the warm circle of Dean’s soft, pliant mouth, press his thumb inside—

He swallowed and did not move, save to touch Dean’s cheek with the backs of his fingers.  It would not hurt to look, he thought, to impress the sight into his memory for warmth in the cold, barren moments of his life to come.  There was a spray of freckles across Dean’s cheeks, pale but still visible, no doubt from his time as a sportsman.  His neck was strong, but with his head tipped back it made him look unexpectedly delicate.  In repose, Dean was lovely.  He was always lovely, but he did his best to counter that with his rough talk and rough hands and the abrasive, defensive way he approached the rest of the world.  And then, the dip of his clavicle, and—

Castiel’s breath caught in his throat. His heart was pounding in his chest as he took in the last thing he ever expected to see. There was a shape, unmistakable on Dean’s shoulder. It was the shape of a large hand.

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I've been told to get you off my mind, but I hope I never lose the bruises that you left behind

Author: @lokinightfury

Rating/Warning: Teen and up audience, ab*se

Chapter Count: 10/10

Description:

In a world where soulmates exist, Chrissy Cunningham is taught never to hope for one, but to keep her head down and be a good girl. When marks start appearing on her skin, she dares to hope for something better than she has.

Eddie Munson grew up seeing the dark-side of knowing that Soulmates exist, and hopes never to have to deal with it. When his sixteenth birthday passes by and no marks appear, he breathes a sigh of relief. Until the bruises start appearing.

Tags: Alternate Universe- no vecna, alternate universe- soulmates, soulmates au, soulmate-identifying marks, angst, emotional hurt/comfort, we love Wayne in this house, strangers to lovers, Chrissy needs a hug, Eddie needs a hug, protective Eddie, alternating POV, multiple chapters, status: completed

[ghostygremlin]

so i spent the last two years writing a critical role campaign one fanfic.

title: if i went and hurt my body (would you love me the same)

author: ghostlyGremlin

fandom: critical role (campaign one)

pairings: multiship, vax'ildan vessar/shaun gilmore, vax'ildan vessar/vox machina, vax'ildan vessar & vox machina

category: m/m, m/f, multi, gen, f/f (mentioned)

rating: teen & up

summary:

Vax'ildan Vessar hides his soul marks from the world for a reason.

He is broken. He must be.

No one should have that many marks.

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A soulmark AU where soulmates can be romantic or platonic, and you can have more than one. Vax is a bi disaster who doesn't quite grasp the fact that he can love as much as he does and its not a crime.

word count: 9,592

warnings: mild language, sexual innuendo, allusions to sex/sexual activities, use of alcohol, implied/referenced homophobia (past), canon typical violence, serious injuries, mild/hurt comfort, emotional hurt/comfort, self-esteem issues, implied/referenced alcohol abuse/alcoholism (light), discussions of religion (in the context of dnd gods)

additional tags: discussion of polyamory, polyamorous character(s), bisexual character(s), transgender female character, trans vex'ahlia, soulmate-identifying marks, platonic soulmates, romantic soulmates

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more misc info and my own commentary below the break <3

its called "if i went and hurt my body (would you love me the same)" on ao3 and i literally spent exactly two years writing it!

its a Soulmark AU focused on Vax'ildan and his relationships to his Marks and the people he loves.

there are allusions to vax's relationships with all of vox machina, most of which can be interpreted as romantic or platonic according to preference, except for three.

vax and vex have each other's Marks, but their relationship is NOT romantic.

vax has gilmore's Mark, and has explicitly romantic feelings towards him.

vax does NOT have keyleth's Mark, but has explicitly romantic feelings towards her.

this fic is meant to be an exploration on (what i see as) vax'ildan's polyamory and his own self-esteem, specifically in relation to being polyamorous. im poly myself, and i related very deeply to vax's struggles with his feelings for gilmore and keyleth when i watched c1. and even though its been years since i last rewatched c1, i wanted to write something about this character i had fallen in love with.

over the past two years, this fic has received so much genuine support, attention, and love from the critrole community and i couldnt be happier. ive been a part of the cr community for around 2.5/3 years, and it is one of the kindest most loving fandoms ive ever been a part of. writing this fic was a hell of a journey, and every single person who commented, left a kudos, or even just read it means the world to me.

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Shadowhunters

All Was Golden by Foodsies

Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood || Teen And Up Audiences || M/M || +70

Alec tem quase 6 anos quando conhece sua alma gêmea. Quando Magnus recebe sua marca de alma, seu aniversário de 800 anos já passou. Ambos sonhavam em conhecer sua outra metade, mas os encontros continuam a assombrá-los."Não tenho interesse no mundo que você quer", ele cospe antes de olhar Alec bem nos olhos "ou em seu pirralho sem dúvida repelente, devo acrescentar".

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[xxbottlecapx]

Fic where soulmate identifying marks exist and Steve and Eddie realize they're soulmates during s4 but after Vecna, Eddie makes no move to be with Steve because he's scared.

Steve tries to at least befriend him, but Eddie is so scared of Steve being homophobic or something stupid like that that he does his best to cut all contact. Eddie doesnt want Steve to 'experiment' with him or something.

Eventually Steve stops trying, and they're just friendly enough to co parent the kids.

Flash forward a year or two and Eddie finds out Steve has known he was bi since Scoops and tries to start something with him only to find out that Steve was so heartbroken because he thought Eddie hated him that he got his soulmark removed. Eddie essentially has to build up Steve's self esteem and convince him he's worthy of love because Steve has spent the past few years believing that he's so unlovable that the person who's supposed to contain half of his soul can't stand him.

[sea-owl]

Me and bestie @thekatebridgerton were talking about a funny yet stupid idea for a polin soulmate au. I have to share it with you all.

In this au soulmates have matching marks on their skin that can appear anywhere. The more detailed mark, the deeper the bond. They generally appear around the time young adults are introduced into society. While some do try to find their matching marks others prioritize different aspects when selecting a marriage partner.

The Bridgertons, who are all known for their families' tales of soulmates, all have very detailed marks on some part of their bodies. Some have better responses to the marks than others. Violet herself very much wishes that each one of her children finds their soulmates like she did.

Across the street in the Featherington House, marrying ones soulmate is treated more like a fantasy. Lord and Lady Featherington were not soulmates. Portia had married for security and was determined to make sure her girls did the same as well.

The third born daughter, Penelope, never received a mark. Her skin remained unblemished from the day she was born. It's not as if she didn't look either. She looked almost every day the first season she debuted, but nothing ever appeared. Perhaps she wouldn't have been as disappointed as she had been if she wasn't in love with one Mr. Colin Bridgerton. But as fate would have it, he was born for someone else and Penelope was destined to be a spinster.

With her fate sealed in her mind, Penelope focused on her writings and built her empire as Lady Whistledown.

Years pass, events happen, and suddenly Penelope finds herself engaged to the man she fell in love all those years ago. It has been a whirlwind of a season and she's still unsure of how she got to this point. Why was Colin so insistent on marrying her? He has a soulmate out there, yet he keeps refusing to take any of the outs she gives him.

It was during one of these attempts that Colin appeared to finally have enough. He was in love with this woman damn it! And she loved him! Soulmate or not, and he was going to marry her.

Kisses were exchanged, clothes came off, and hands roamed. Colin's hand was currently on his favorite physical attribute of his wife. Slightly lifting it for a better grip, something caught his eye. Excitement began to fill him as pulled Penelope over to a mirror.

"Colin what-?" Penelope began to question as she stared at herself in the mirror.

Colin pressed a kiss to her temple. "Look," he said as he lifted her breast.

Hidden by her breast was a soul mark. One that matched perfectly on the man who was standing beside her, grinning at her through the mirror.

[kbirbpods]

Fandom: Batman x Danny Phantom (DPxDC)

Rating: Teen & Up Audiences

Length: 1,609 words

Ship: Danny Fenton/Jason Todd

Summary:

Jason has a romantic soulmate. The problem is… he doesn’t know their name. Until they quite literally tear their way into his life, that is.

Notes: Soulmate Identifying Marks, Jason is Red Hood, (very) background trans!Tim, (very) background Tim/Kon/Bernard as soulmates ~

[wangxianficrecs]

Bright the Day We Met by ereshai

Bright the Day We Met

by ereshai (@ereshai)

G, 1k, Wangxian

Summary: Xichen wasn’t even sure Wangji was open to finding his soulmate. The mechanism of soulmate matching was inexact and open to misinterpretation. It was very frustrating. Wangji had always preferred certainty. Kay's comments: A cute little outsider POV story where we follow Lan Xichen watching over his brother as he first meets his soulmate. I really enjoyed how soul marks work in this story, very creative! And I'm always weak for some good outsider POV. Excerpt: A group of visiting students from Yunmeng Jiang wandered by on their way to the first class of the day. Despite their hushed voices, they were a noisy bunch, especially in contrast to the silent groups of Lan students who sedately made their way to the classrooms. “Lan-er-gongzi,” one of the boys in the Jiang group shouted. Xichen recognized Wei Wuxian, Sect Leader Jiang’s ward. Wangji turned his head away. “Hey, it’s me,” Wei Wuxian continued. “I’m not late! Aren’t you proud of me?” Xichen felt as if he had missed something. Wei Wuxian had arrived yesterday with the rest of the Jiang contingent. As lively as he was, he had certainly made an impression during the welcome reception, but Wangji had not been present for it. However, there had been a misunderstanding at the gate when they arrived, and Wangji had returned at that time…

pov outsider, pov lan xichen, canon divergence, soulmate-identifying marks, soulmates, supportive lan xichen, good sibling lan xichen, lan xichen/nie mingjue, nielan, fluff, first meetings, getting together

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[catflowerqueen]

Thinking about a hypothetical “soulmate-identifying marks” In Stars and Time au… and I think a good possibility for it might be if each country had its own version of the mark, and that if you had a soulmate from another country, you would also gain that version, too. So, like… given how important flowers are in Vagaurde, maybe they have something like a picture of a flower that will grow and eventually bloom once they meet all their soulmates/recognize and accept the soulmate connection. Ka Bue could have gemstones.

And the Forgotten Country could have the ability to see colors.

Assuming that soulmate families can be extremely large, it would make sense for the colorblindness to be a widespread phenomenon—especially if the marks are less “country” specific and run more along the lines of genetics. People from the same country would have similar genetics, but as more people moved, migrated, and travelled around having kids and starting families with people from other cultures and regions, the different soulmark types would also spread. So, like… Odile would have had something like a 50/50 chance on getting either the gem or the flower, and happened to get the gem from her dad’s side of the family. Or maybe she did get the flower, and that just helped to deepen the issues she had with her dual heritage.

But with how widespread genetics and soul families would be… that means you have more chances that a person’s soulmark would be the color thing. Or that one of their soulmate’s marks would be the color thing. To the point where a good portion of the world simply couldn’t see color anymore. Or, at least, a good portion of Vaguarde, and possibly Ka Bue, couldn’t, given their close proximity to the Forgotten Country and the higher likelihood of intermarriages and immigration happening between those two cultures.

Or it is simply that the nature of the memory-altering stuff going down with that country simply made people forget how recently the inability to see colors happened, or the loss of knowledge made them forget the mechanics of that particular soulmark so they just assume it is more widespread than it actually is, or it became more widespread than it should have because it is a lot harder for someone to declare and accept a soulmate connection if they can’t perceive that something is wrong—can’t read a name written in the country’s language, can’t recognize a flower or gem native to the country, can’t remember a soulmate who happened to be living in or visiting the country at the time of the tragedy…

And it could also be as simple as a case of a language barrier—other countries not realizing that “shade” is not synonymous with “color” as far as translations go, or simply thinking the two words mean the same thing. Like the whole “roses are red, violets are blue” thing, if the original language simply didn’t distinguish between blue and purple. Thinking that perhaps someone describing something as “lightless” is just them using their country’s word for the color “black,” not realizing that something else is going on.

So in the case of Siffrin and co., they would all have to rely on seeing their own flowers/gems/whatever showing up somewhere on Siffrin’s skin to be able to recognize them as being part of the soul family, because they would more than likely not be able to recognize his own mark—the flower or gem or name that represents him—on their own skin given that it would more than likely take the form of something from the Forgotten Country.

But once they finally do… their whole world would explode into color once more.

…And one could assume the whole red sky deal was just because reality was literally breaking around them at that point, and had nothing to do with soulmarks or soulmates at all.

[rocketinthesky]

We’re not meant to be, but my heart refuses to listen

Max already found his soulmate, and is in a committed relationship with her. But why is his heart defying fate and pulling him back into George’s orbit?

- A Soulmate AU (GAX)

-fluff, slight angst, happy ending, canon divergent, rated Teen and up

Part II —> (Part I) (OR read on ao3)

Didn’t quite work out, though.

The information whirs around in Max’s mind like an incessant chant, George’s soft whisper still hot against his skin every time he remembers his words.

They’re on break for the summer, and Max doesn’t really get to see George. It would be easy, in theory, to text him if he’s free to hang out. Maybe for a game of paddle. Or lunch. Or a drink. But it’d be equally weird. They’re friendly, not exactly friends.

When race week comes back around, Max finds himself anticipating seeing George more than the actual race. Part of it has to do with the car devolving into a shitbox mid season. Max feels a little resigned. He has already locked in the championship. He doesn’t have the mental energy to expend towards a car that stopped performing.

His eyes immediately latch onto George when the man appears in his Mercedes polo, approaching the spot where he and a few other drivers are standing and idly chatting.

George meets his gaze, holds it. He grins, wide. All teeth, the crinkles at the corners of his eyes. Nose slightly scrunched up in that cute way of his.

Max smiles, clapping him on the shoulder when he’s finally standing next to him. He gets swept up into a conversation with him—random small talk about whatever really comes to mind. His eyes continuously flicker down to his exposed wrist, the husk of a tree inked on his skin, delicate branches reaching out and bare. He absentmindedly scratches his own wrist.

“Planning to grab dinner at this Italian place later with Lando and Alex. Wanna join, mate?”

The invite takes Max a little by surprise, but the answer leaves him faster than he can even process it.

“Yes.”

George’s responding beam feels like the lifeblood running through Max’s veins.

Dinner goes well.

Contrary to expectations, he doesn't end up fourth-wheeling the three friends. Rather, George seems to be striking up conversation with him more than the other two, and Max can't find it in himself to complain.

They don't drink since they still have their third free practice session tomorrow, but Max still feels a slight staticky buzz under his skin at how close George is next to him, their sides touching. Max has to fight the urge to press closer still. He can't possibly be that greedy.

Max and George head back together, George offering to drive and saving Max the uber fee to the hotel. It helps that they're staying at the same hotel.

There's something about talking to George that makes it difficult to...stop. Max keeps wanting to prolong the conversation, wanting to hear George's voice, a lot rawer and deeper, a little slower and language less refined than when he's talking for the cameras. It's always engaging, interesting, sometimes a little ridiculous with the constant banter.

Max can't help but lament reaching their hotel, signaling that they need to part ways for the night.

When Max reaches his room, he flops onto the bed with a groan. He can still feel the heat of George's palm seared onto his shoulder from when he said 'goodnight'. He turns over his wrist, stares at the rose inked on it. It looks wilted to Max, even though he knows that's physically impossible.

Just then his phone buzzes with a phone call. He sighs when he sees the name, feeling a bone-deep exhaustion settling within him. The guilt eats away at him as he picks up, and greets his girlfriend. The guilt isn't enough to force him to pretend to be happy. He'll just hope she thinks it's because of the race preparation.

He perks up a little, not so much with excitement, rather with his nerves setting alight at her hesitant yet unyielding words.

"We need to talk, Maxy. Not now, obviously. When you're...back. I'm sorry for springing this onto you right now. I just...sorry."

The call disconnects, not giving Max the time to either process her words or come up with any response.

Shit. Max thinks. Shit, shit, shit.

He fucked it up, didn't he?

Max, for all his oblivious demeanor, knows that those words, that tone, can only really mean one thing. What pains him—no, scares him—is that he feels a sickening sense of relief over it.

He wants to throw up.

Grabbing his phone, he opens up Instagram and instinctively finds himself opening up his messages with George. They haven’t sent any messages in weeks. Max doesn’t think they’ve ever had a proper conversation over text, even.

Max

what’s ur room no.

?

George

508

Max blinks a few times at his phone screen, unable to process reality. The reality of him impulsively asking George about his room number, the reality of George telling him without demanding any sort of explanation.

He gets out of bed embarrassingly quick, barely remembering to grab his room key-card before walking out, making his way towards George’s room.

George opens the door at the second knock. Max’s breath catches in his throat seeing him; George, shirtless, only donning a pair of boxers. He must’ve been ready for bed.

“Did i interrupt your sleep?” Max croaks out, feeling both apologetic and flustered. He tries very hard to keep his eyes focused on George’s face and not let them wander down. He notices George looking over him too, definitely noticing that Max is still wearing the same shirt and khaki shorts from their dinner prior. George, thankfully, doesn’t mention it.

“Nah, mate, you’re good.” George smiles. He back away from the door, opening it wider. “C’mon in, then.”

Max does, a tad dazed from everything that’s been happening. He hangs his head low even when he walks over to the sofa and plops down. The cushion shifts and he feels the air beside him become warmer as George situates himself right next to him.

“Everything alright, Max?”

“Yes,” Max replies, all too quick, mostly out of instinct.

Obviously George doesn’t buy it, but he doesn’t push it either. He claps Max’s shoulder and gives it a short squeeze. The fleeting touch is alarmingly grounding.

“Anything to drink?”

Max turns his head enough to flash George a wry grin. “Gin and tonic?”

George barks out a laugh. “Not until the race is over, buddy.”

Max grimaces, sighing in defeat. “Just…plain water then.”

As George walks to the mini-fridge, Max’s eyes follow him of their own accord and he’s rudely reminded of George’s…bareness. Jesus, did the boxers have to be so tight? Max swallows around the shameful lump in his throat, quickly ducking his head just as George turned around to head back to him. George's lack of self-awareness is starting to annoy Max just a little as he accepts the offered water bottle with a murmured thanks.

They stay like that, sitting in silence. George quietly scrolls his phone, still next to Max, the heat of his body emanating off him and sheathing Max in a warmth that has the numbness subsiding a little.

Max idly scratches at his soulmate mark on his wrist, ignoring the tenderness of the spot from his repeated abuse.

“Earth to Max,”

Max registers the palm waving right in front of his eyes with a jolt, blinking away the bleariness of his eyes. He raises his head to find George looking at him, a hint of worry leaking through the friendly smile he’s sporting.

“Huh?”

“I said, you’re welcome to crash here for the night. If you want.”

Max’s face is alight at the mere prospect of spending the night in George’s room, and it must show if the teasing glint in George’s eyes is anything to go by.

“Mate, why would i crash on your couch when i have my own bed just downstairs?”

George chuckles and shrugs. “You can take the bed.”

Max arches a questioning eyebrow. “Why would you take the couch when you have a perfectly comfortable bed to sleep in?”

George laughs loudly this time, nudging Max’s side as he does so. “I’m a gracious host, not a doormat. The bed is big enough for two grown men and then some.”

Max’s heart leaps to his throat. George Russell might just be the death of him.

“You’re serious?”

George shrugs noncommittally, as if he didn’t just offer his colleague and rival racer to sleep beside him in the same bed.

“Your call, Max.”

Max’s treacherous heart has already made its decision.

Max only hesitates for a moment, seeing George already settling under the covers on the left side of the bed, contemplating if taking his shirt and uncomfortable shorts would be too bold and strange. But he’s too exhausted to be hung up over it and decides fuck it before divesting himself of his shirt and shorts till he’s only left in his boxers, just like George. George would have no right to complain since he brought it upon himself, and of course he doesn’t look like he’s even thinking of complaining as he watches Max tentatively getting into bed.

The distance between them is a chasm, further widened as they both curl up on their sides and face each other. George’s chin is tucked under the sheets, mouth hidden beneath them, but from the crinkles at the corners of his eyes Max can tell he’s smiling.

Max suddenly feels like a kid again, having a sleepover with a friend. Sharing a bed, fighting the urge to giggle for absolutely no actual reason other than the lack of burden in their company.

George’s company lifts the weight off Max’s shoulders, just a little, and he finds himself fighting a grin, a little incredulous at this whole situation. It’s George who breaks first, shaking with suppressed laughter, before Max ends up giving in and joining.

It’s a strange sight; two grown men giggling like children, sleeping in the same bed, facing each other. The distance between them feels lesser now, though neither have shifted closer.

“Feels like I’m back to our karting years again.” George says.

He’s resting his head on his hand, wrist exposed. Max’s eyes are wired to look, mirth dimming the slightest bit as he sees that same inked tree for the umpteenth time.

“Yeah.” Max says, wistfully. “Feels a little silly.”

“Silly’s good, sometimes.” George says, quieter now.

Max’s eyes turn to look into his. Everything about George is infinitely softer under the yellowish dim glow of the lamp which is still on. Max’s fingers itch with the urge to rake through George’s bangs. They’ve gotten quite long, the curls almost reaching his brows.

“It is.” Max says, clenching his hands into fists under the sheets to stop himself before he can do such a thing.

“G’night, Max.” George says, twisting his body towards the nightstand to turn off the lamp.

“Night.” Max mutters, burying himself deeper into the comfort of the sheets, letting his eyes fall shut with the darkness now sheathing the room.

He has the best sleep he’s had in a long, long time.

Funny story, this will have one more part aha. Welp :pp i rly am just going with the flow. Let’s see where Gax take me! Originally i thought this would be angstier but as always i’m just not very good at that lol this was pretty fluffy. But wtv Gax deserves happiness! They deserve fluff!!!! Ty for reading and i hope you enjoyed hehe <33

[hellcheerficdatabase]

All Yours

Author: markwatneyandensemble

Rating/Warning: Mature, referenced ED, referenced DV, Bad bad parenting

Chapter Count: 4/4

Description: From a given prompt for a soulmate AU, here's this. Your typical cheesy "magical initials make the soulmates go round" au, but for some reason, like usual, I took it way too intensely and spun my 2k planned fic into about 20k. Dead dove about the whole eating disorders thing, but it does have a resolution.

Tags: Soulmates, Alternate Universe- Soulmates, Alternative Universe, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Mutual Pining, Pregnancy, Unplanned Pregnancy, Domestic fluff, getting together, alternating POV, Status: Completed, Multi-chapter, Multiple Chapters

[ghoulishcraving]

obsessed with the idea of a soulmates au where the marks are usually a small to medium thing, think 10cm 20 or so is a big ass mark and will is out there with a full upper body even extends a bit towards his thighs (or full body) mark.

hannibal obviusly too, and its one of the reasons they both cover their bodies in layers of clothes even on summer.

Hannibal is not interested on his soulmate, or well he is scared of having such a thing and that important too (as the abnormal size of his mark indicates), a person that would be so thoroughly ingrained and melted onto himself who could inevitably rein over his life. (although a bit hopeful at the idea, someone capable of understanding him, of seeing him?) and the mark itself is, revealing of his true nature, even with his dark gothic aesthetics and peculiar sense of humor theres no justification for such a visceral mark.

will is embarrassed, not even his mark can be normal and although he is a bit hopeful at the idea of one he is a scared of what kind of person would be his soulmate, and the mark in itself is not very reassuring, the size and such a design weird, creepy, dark and possessive over his whole body. He who has been running from his darkness his whole life and just wants to be normal knows just from looking at it that his soulmate is a monster and there would be no going back if he met them, so he hides it, like he hides himself.

[fromthefirstmomentitouchedyou]

Soulmate au

Alex is so mad he could spit. He hates this wedding and these upright, rich assholes and most of all he hates his royal fucking highness, Prince Henry and he’s about to say all of that when the beeping starts, a long, low whine that cuts through the elegant classical music playing and Alex reflexively looks at his wrist where his soulmate timer sat and feels all the blood run from his face.

No, this can’t be happening, it just can’t. And certainly not with Prince Henry. His soulmate could be anyone else in this room it doesn’t have to be henry.

But a second later the exact same low hum begins to emit from the identical bracelet on Henry’s wrist. He thinks the shared look of horror on Henry’s face is the closest they’ll ever get to agreeing on anything. He attempts to hide his hand in his pocket but it’s too late….every head in the room turns to them and some of the have iPhones and Alex’s gut clenches. He can’t get out of this.

A moment later Henry is being dragged away by handlers and Alex feels himself being tugged away in the opposite direction but he can’t help but to look back at Henry, at his soulmate. And wonder how they’re going to get out of this.