#SoulmateAU

[myboipotterimagines]

Golden - Weasley Twins x Reader (Soulmate AU)

Request: Would you do one where a shy Hufflepuff is Fred and George’s soulmate? Maybe they are connected somehow like a song or marks or something and it takes them a while to find her because she’s so reserved but they end up bumping into her and finding out?

It was common knowledge within the wizarding world that the age of twelve was the most common to find your soulmate. You weren't sure why twelve was the magic number, but you were never the type to question to origins of magic. What you were sure of that twelve passed by with no soulmate to speak of, then thirteen, and then fourteen. It was in your fourteenth year of life that you had given up the notion of having a soulmate altogether. Your parents had found each other even before going to Hogwarts and you had now been lapped by your younger sibling who had matched their first year.

Your parents marks glowed golden on their pinkies - a lifelong reminder of the most important pinkie promise they ever made. Your brother's soulmark was a simple streak on his shoulder from where he brushed against his soulmate waiting on the sorting ceremony.

Before you first touched your soulmate, the mark on your skin was just a dark patch. Muggles that fell in love with wizards or witches often just mistook the patch for a birthmark. The marks on your skin, however, could never be mistaken for anything but a soulmark. You had two marks that were completely separate from the other. The first was a line around your waist and the second a handprint from mouth to ear. The line on the waist could always be a hug from behind. It was easy enough to believe. But the hand print? You tried to keep the worst out of your mind.

It had been almost two years since you had given up on your soulmate. Exams were just around the corner and then you were out. You were quite tempted to just move into the muggle world and never have to deal with the concept of a soulmate again. You'd marry someone who, even though they weren't your soulmate, treated you well. And wouldn't that be enough in the end?

With that thought in your mind, you turned in your final examination to Professor Umbridge, who you were quite sure never even got a soulmark as it seemed impossible that anyone could love her. A huge wave of relief washed over you as you exited the Great Hall and, just for a moment, you allowed your eyes to close and a deep breath to escape your lungs. It was over.

Your moment was short lived as a chorus of "Get down!" rang out behind you, before a set of arms wrapped around you, yanking you to the ground. Your body slammed against the rough ground, but your head was caught before it hit by another set of hands. Still, your heart raced as you tried to catch your breath.

"Shit," one of the voices said - the one with his arms around you. He transitioned from holding onto you to rubbing your back. "We are so so sorry." "We let out fireworks. Thought the coast was clear but obviously we were wrong," the other voice said, hand still supporting your face. "Here, let us help you up," he offered. You had barely made it upright when the boy in front of you began to scowl. "Fuck, Umbridge," he seethed. "I'm sorry but we have to go."

Instead of leaving you, the boy pulled you along. The other tailing closely behind. "What are you doing?" you asked. "Unfortunately, you're an accomplice now and we're about to be caught." "Accomplice? I just met you!" "Yeah? Explain that to Umbridge over a hot cup of tea and a puddle of blood. You should be thanking me!"

It wasn't until you made what felt like four laps around the castle before you quit running. You didn't even know where you were and you had been attending Hogwarts for seven years. All you know was that you were in a tiny broom closet with two boys you just met. "Lumos," one of the boys spoke, and you finally got a good look at their faces. You rolled your eyes. You should have known it was the Weasley twins. You had never really met the two but the entire school knew of the mischief they caused. It had been far too easy for you to steer clear of them up to this point. "Fred," the twin on the left, George, asked quietly. Fred was looking down at his hand, then up to you. In the dim light you could barely notice the golden glow that now shone on his hand. "It's you," he spoke gently. "What do you mean?" you asked, eyebrows furrowed. Hesitantly, Fred reached his hand up to your face, placing it where it had been only moments ago. "You're golden," he smiled.

"My whole life I was wondering how I would get those marks," I laughed. "I always feared the worst, just because of where they are. Did you feel the same way?" He shook his head. "I always just assumed it would be a handshake." You rolled your eyes. "A handshake wouldn't give you this, though." You pulled up the other sleeve of his robes - nothing. No mark whatsoever adorned him. "That doesn't make any sense." When your eyes rose up to meet Fred's, he was looking beside you, at his twin, whose forearm revealed the missing piece of the puzzle. He, too, glowed gold.

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Part Two, Part Three

[zeestarfishalien]

Unwanted Farewells

[Day 5 DPxDC Week: Jason Todd // Soulmate AU // Funeral Rites ]

• Anger Management ship (Jasmine Fenton x Jason Todd) No relevant warnings beyond the usual DP stuff

Jazz has always had it the worst. Danny might have been the one to die but Jazz is the one who lost not only her soulmate, but her little brother too. It doesn’t matter that he’s still around, he knows the grief weighs on her sometimes. She overcompensates by being a massive mother hen and general pain in the neck but he tries not to get too upset with her about it.

With Dani with an “i” fresh out of high school and Jazz’s birthday coming up soon, he wants to do something special. He spends a lot of time bribing Ghost Writer in order to research his idea out.

It’s probably the most time and effort he’s put into a project that wasn’t about space.

Proposing the idea to her is the one big thing this all hinges on. He’s not 100% sure she’ll be on board with this but he’d like to try.

And trying is what kicks off the first part of his plan. It’s a little awkward to bring up the fact that he doesn’t have a grave and would like one. It’s almost physically painful to see the grief it brings to Jazz’s eyes. She tries to hide it but Danny has always been able to read her better than he lets on. It’s part of the process though. He needs her to see how this goes and feels. How it’s a celebration of life and honoring those who have passed and not just a somber reminder to the living of what they’ve lost. He needs her to see what it means to him. And what it would mean to her soulmate.

He makes the grave marker of course. They’re not about to buy one when he has the strength and abilities to carve it out himself. He makes sure that it’s vague unless you know him. No names, no identifying markers like age or dates. It’s simple and meaningful for him.

{May he rest here between walks among the stars, our friend and brother beloved}

From there it’s pretty much all fun and games. Literally.

Same brings the games while she has Tucker pack out the food. It’s a combination of some of Grandma Ida’s homemade desserts and various junk foods. Even Tucker brings some cookies his mom helped him figure out how to make.

Jazz is in charge of the drinks while Danny and Dani handled all the decorating. It’s a combination of solidified ectoplasm, his ice, and various flowers they’ve gathered and strung together in a flower chain.

It’s a smashing success and he sees something in Jazz release. Some niggling worry or grief she carried that is no longer there.

Now, he decides, it’s time for part two.

What throws part two for a loop is when Dani with an “i” brings up that she’d like a grave and proper funeral rites as well.

It’s not a setback. Definitely not when he sees how much more relaxed and content Jazz is at Dani with an i’s wake.

It’s only a couple days from her birthday when he brings it up. The funeral practices for soulmates are as varied as they are sacred. He proposes her options via a PowerPoint he put far too many hours into.

By the time he finishes rambling, she’s got this sort of startled look on her face.

He twists his shirt in his hands as he stands awaiting her judgement. The longer she’s silent, the more convinced Danny is that she’ll reject the whole thing and not talk to him for a month.

Okay, maybe a week but still a week is a long time.

Suddenly Jazz is crying and oh ancients he’s really messed up this time. She’s not even mad just straight up upset by his offer.

But then she’s hugging him, telling him she loves him, and thanking him.

It’s not as hard as Danny feared to actually track down the location of a Jason Todd who died before Jazz reached 16 (she never wanted to look him up before, didn’t want to know what she was missing) and the day before her 25th birthday Danny, Dani, and Jazz all pile into her little car to make the drive to Gotham, homemade foods in tow.

Danny and Dani made sure to swipe one of Vlad’s special rich dude credit cards to fund their trip and the stop at multiple flower shops to get enough flowers to make flower chains and crowns for all of them.

It’s closing in on evening, the day of Jazz’s birthday when they finally roll up and upload everything. They didn’t bring any lights, but none of them really need much light to see for eating food and drinking sodas. Jazz brought some jasmine tea and an extra cup to place on Jason’s grave. They make a funky, dark evening of it, but finally Jazz grows more somber and keeps taking long looks at the gravestone so Danny and Dani decide to make themselves scarce.

They’re about halfway across the cemetery when out of the shadows steps the looming menace of Red Hood.

“The fuck are you doing at that grave?”

It’s not his voice or his tone, but the sub vocal ghost speak that makes Danny and Dani freeze up ramrod straight.

That’s a revenant and they’re trespassing on his resting place without permission.

So of course like any sane person, Danny says something stupid. But he just can’t believe out of all the ridiculous coincidences to exist in the world, that Jazz’s soulmate is undead like him seems just too far to believe.

“Jason?”

Almost late despite having the day off work bc I had to go shopping and bc of where I live, shopping is essentially a full day affair. This is shorter than I’d like it but I also kinda enjoy where it ends XD imagine their next moments however you please or feel free to add onto this.

[theredwritingwitch]

Soulmate Fic- A Heavy Handed New Years

Pairing: Jack “Whiskey” Daniels x fem!reader

Soulmate AU: soulmate’s touch will leave an imprint on their soulmate’s skin

Words: 1.5k

Warnings: guns, alcohol

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The ballroom was lively and obnoxiously loud, painted in glittering streamers and floating balloons, but all that didn’t deter Jack from stalking his target. Everyone was dressed to the best to ring in the new year, including one Agent Whiskey; he confidently strided into the glitzy ballroom dripping in a fine and expensive black velvet suit. He had combed his hair back, more kept than it usually looked, and decided to keep the glasses in his breast pocket for the time being. The cowboy hat stayed on though, maybe some people would think it ridiculous to wear at a party, but honestly it was the weirdest thing to wear compared to the giant glasses people wore that stated the year that would begin soon.

And speaking of soon, Jack had to get this target taken care of before the new year. Snaking his way through the ballroom, past dazzling dresses, wrinkling tuxedos, and tired staff; Jack made sure he was only a few steps from the target. Leading him through the party, the target made his way up the grand staircase of the ballroom, pushing his way through couples already celebrating through their lust and groups of people who definitely drank their weight from the open bar. As it was well into the night, no one seemed to have any concept of space or decency as Jack and his target pushed and huffed their way up the stairs and through the tipsy party goers.

You had tried hard to watch out for the long dresses that carelessly cascaded down the stairs. Honestly you didn’t know how anyone walked the steps without tripping. Your own short flapper dress in all its fringe glory was easy to move in, but the stairs and those who lurked with their sticky booze didn’t budge as you made your way slowly down.

It didn’t surprise Jack one bit when someone who just carefully passed by let out a loud gasp as you tripped and began falling. The agent’s instincts kicked in as you held your hands up to the railing, grasping for anything that could stop her from tumbling down the stairs. Quickly, Jack’s two hands reached out and grabbed your hips, tightening around them as you clung to the railing still. Jack realized the several pairs of eyes were on them now, including his target’s eyes. Time for the charm, Jack smirked to himself.

“Woah there darling, easy now,” Jack's southern accent echoed through your ears as he steadied you back up. “Don’t want a pretty lady like yourself starting the new year with a tumble down the stairs, now do we?”

You laughed off your erratic beating heart, “No we definitely don’t want that. That for sure has to be an omen for how the rest of the year would go.”

“Well, if that’s an omen, then I’m the messenger of good fortune.” Jack spoke excitedly. One of his hands stayed settled on your hips as his other hand was held out. You grasp his offering hand, wrapping your fingers around his long fingers. When you finally straightened yourself out and turned to thank your savior, you felt the words in your mouth jumble together.

Jack stared down at your dolled up hair and face, you looked quite stunning for the coming new year. Part of him was yearning to not be on the job currently, he wished he had let another agent take it instead. Maybe then he could actually enjoy the celebration like people were meant to, but that wasn’t happening tonight. Jack pushed the thoughts out of his mind as he caught his target moving away from him out of the corner of his eye.

“Thank you…I was pretty scared for a moment there…listen maybe I could…buy you a drink…or well I guess it’s an open bar so that’s not possible…but maybe we could grab-”

“You alright walking on your own now, right sugar?” Jack interrupted you as his eyes left you and back to where he last saw his target. “I’ve got to catch up with a friend who was right ahead of me.”

You could help but look disappointed but quickly covered it up as you spoke, “Oh, yeah I’m good.” Letting go of his hand, you gave him a small yet fake chuckle as you waved him off. Not bothering to watch him leave up the stairs, you wandered down to the equally crowded floor. This new year was supposed to be different. No more what ifs, no more should haves. You were determined, as best as you could, to not be disappointed, to stay motivated. Losing the interests of the handsome cowboy was the last disappointment of the year, you told yourself as you straightened your back and walked through the lavish and happy groups of party goers, you weren’t letting disappointment linger any further tonight or next year.

Bounding up the stairs and pushing past people, Jack certainly didn’t let the thought of you linger, his mind was set on the target. Not far ahead of him was the man in question, Jack’s steps took him straight through the rowdy crowd. The countdown had started as Jack neared the closing door his target had just entered. Echoes and yells of TEN, NINE, EIGHT could be heard as he caught the door before it closed. Jumping through, and closing the door behind him, he smiled and spoke to the whole room with his two matching pistols trained on the four men before him.

“Now I hope you weren’t trying to exclude me from this lucrative party, boys. That would be awfully rude.”

All four men before Jack jumped out of their chairs and began threatening him. Some of them showed off their own guns, one cursed and pointed his fingers towards Jack, just as the final man seemed to slowly walk back behind his chair.

SEVEN. SIX. FIVE.

“Hold up now boys, I just came here to party. Can’t we all be friends, I can teach all yall how to be a twister in a trailer park. It ya like, we can just…” Jack’s train of thought trailed off as a mark on his hand took his attention. Deep in the skin of his hand, trailed down the top of his fingers, were long red marks. Jack flexed his fingers as he let the men before him rant and rave about their great plan. He noticed that once he placed his fingers together, the markings matched together in long lines, then suddenly he saw it. On the bottom of his pinky finger was the marking of someone’s fingerprints. 

A wobbly smile worked its way on Jack’s face, something he thought would never happen to him again, that he would never get back again, or ever feel. After the loss of his late wife, he thought he wouldn’t see a soulmate mark on his body again. Just as the soul mark from his late wife on his shoulder had disappeared, the workaholic agent had given up on that part of his life. But new year, new beginnings right? Jack tilted his gun and opened his palm. He let out an exasperated huff as he looked down at the print of a thumb lay bare on his palm.

FOUR. THREE. TWO.

Quickly Jack turned his attention to the room, under the yell of the men’s constant threats, and the echoes of the new year’s countdown, Jack heard none of it.

“Excuse me for cutting this meeting this short, But here’s my parting farewell gentlemen.”

ONE.

Fireworks lit up the sky in front of you. The night seemed to sparkle and boom to life as the couples around you laughed, kissed, and cuddled into each other. You smiled as you drank up your cocktail, you could be happy for them, you were happy for them. Alone on the balcony, buried between couples and friends, you looked up starry eyed at the sky, your new year would be different, better. You knew it would be. 

Even as a large hand settled on your waist, you stayed still as fireworks bloomed through the sky. Another hand reached for yours and gently held it, circling a thumb to your palm.

Jack had watched you for a minute before he walked up to you. It didn’t take him long to find you, something of an intuition guiding him to your location. He walked slowly to you, his guns were emptied out yet his fingers still twitched. But his hand stilled as he took your hand in his. He could see the colors of the fireworks bloom in your eyes as you turned to him with a perked eyebrow.

Jack smiled and nodded down to your hand.

“That’s not where your hand goes darlin’.” 

You looked at him more confused as he adjusted your hand to cover over a set of marks that appeared on his. Before your eyes, you watched as your hand fit the marks perfectly. Flabbergasted, you looked from your joined hands to the man before you, feeling his hand fall right into the right spot of your waist.

Smiling, you leaned into Jack, “Guess you were right. You are a sign for good fortune!” 

You and Jack laughed as more dazzling fireworks shot off into the night and new year.

[shanimeartist]

Papa moment🥰

[drgngutz]

Cybernetic Soulmate - IV

BEN Drowned x Reader 

Soulmate AU – Implied Female Reader

Meeting with Alex goes over pretty well, thanks to Ben’s instruction. But, something isn’t right. 

Part 3

Masterlist

Benjamin Lawman 

BEN Drowned

You’re almost at your destination after a few very long hours, having to pass through a few States in order to get to the location BEN had told you for the cartridge. Throughout traveling you had been on and off chatting using the connection, too. It was odd hearing such a robotic voice in your head, so monotonous and void of emotion; yet so similar to the one that you used to hear, the human one. You’re somehow still going along with this plan, despite the way your stomach tosses around with each mile passed. 

He’s given you a few things that need to be done so that you can properly retrieve the cartridge. First, you needed to contact Jadusable, or Alex Hall, and set up a time to meet with him using the last name ‘Hubris.’ This, for some reason, would catch Alex’s attention better than a random stranger's name. 

In fact, the name even sounded familiar to you. When you asked BEN about why the surname was so significant, he said he hadn’t known for sure. You didn’t know if your brain was creating a big deal out of nothing, since it was rather late in the evening at that point; but, it sounded like he was being dismissive of your concerns. The nausea that plummeted to the base of your stomach served to keep you quiet. You wanted to throw up from the stress of everything. Couldn’t you get in trouble with using a false name like this? 

Regardless, BEN was right. Alex was quick to reply; the contents of your initial email included the second part of the instructions:

It was quite short, briefly explaining to Alex that you knew how to destroy the cartridge. You were working under the guise that your older brother, named Matt, used to own the cartridge before they both disappeared. That is, until you read Alex’s posts online and made some connections between how similar his and ‘your brothers’ experiences were. That was the most you were allowed to say, though. In BEN’s words, less information was better.

You hated the idea of lying to the poor guy’s face, especially after what you had read online if his story was true, but there was no point in turning back now. You were almost there, had already called out of your upcoming day at work, and agreed to BEN’s deal. 

So, that’s exactly what you did as you sat in front of him in the desolate coffee shop; as the subtle hum of the old electric lighting made goosebumps rise on your skin, you lied to Alex’s face as you nervously sipped at the plastic coffee cup you had ordered for yourself. 

He was young, still in his early twenties, probably not much younger than you; but the way he looked made it seem as if he had aged beyond that point. Dark bags hung beneath his hazel, bloodshot eyes – they showed starkly against his incredibly pale face. His chestnut-brown hair was matted, and he twitched often, hands coming up to scratch at the stubble on his chin or run them through his greasy locks in an effort to keep himself busy. His clothes sported stains, both fresh and old, meaning he hadn’t had a proper change of clothes, or more likely a shower, in days. He couldn’t sit still, and his anxiousness radiated off of him and to you. He hadn’t even touched his coffee, yet. You could feel BEN in the back of your mind, watching your limited interaction silently through the connection. 

“M-Matt–” You struggled to properly get the word out, the name feeling foreign on your tongue. You hoped that you could play it off as just being nervous about having an experience like his. 

“Matt was a good person… a-and our family was devastated when he just… Disappeared.” You let out a shaky sigh, feeling yourself struggle to look at his face. 

“S-So when I saw your post on 4chan, your story was so similar to his that I just… felt it would only be right to reach out and ask to meet with you.” You didn’t dare speak too loudly. Being the only two in the coffee shop made it hard enough to keep the conversation rolling without any awkwardness; it didn’t help that any sudden sounds, whether it be from the television in the corner or the hissing of coffee being brewed, made him jump from his spot. 

“In his diary,” You continued on, “He mentioned he had an idea to destroy it. And, well, I-I think I have a pretty good shot at doing it.” 

“I… Don’t really understand, but…” He starts, eyes flickering to you, then to the television, the lights, the clock, and finally back to you. 

“Y-You can destroy it, right?” The way he was looking into your eyes, almost pleading for some sort of peace that you could offer him, made your heart wrench. He really thought that you were some sort of savior, and here you were tricking him in order to do the opposite. The guilt constricts your windpipe for a moment, and you’re scared he might just see right through your ploy. 

For a moment, maybe you could try to treat the lies you’ve been feeding him as providing him a sense of false comfort; just to make yourself feel better. 

“Yeah, I can.” You hoped that your false confidence was enough to convince him, despite feeling like you were disintegrating on the inside.  

“...Okay.” He doesn’t move for a moment, sighing deeply. You almost think he’s about to run out of the coffee shop from how tense he looks, before he abruptly looks back at you. Holding his gaze, you can see the uncertainty flicker and fade in his eyes when he makes his final decision. 

“T-Take it.” His hand shaking, the cartridge clatters loudly onto the table as he practically throws it at you, making the both of you wince when it disturbs the tense silence. 

He can’t take his eyes off of it once it’s out in the open; gaze practically glued, looking as if he was reliving some horrible memories. You glance at him, then back at the gray piece of plastic that started all of this, feeling yourself hesitating from his disfavorable reaction. Picking it up gently, you can feel BEN’s satisfaction plume within you as you turn it over, revealing ‘MAJORA’ scrawled messily in dark ink. Smoothing your finger over the bumps outlining the sides, you find yourself wondering how something so small could cause such a great big mess. 

When you look back up, Alex is staring at you instead, and you wonder if you had stared at the cartridge too long. 

“Thanks.” Hoping you didn’t blow your cover, you swallow and make a move to get up from the table. 

“Be careful.” He whispers, still staring as you pocket the game. You nod wordlessly, before all but rushing for the door, leaving some money for both coffees on the counter. 

Alex sits at that table, watching as you get in your car as if your life depended on it. He’s wondering if he made a mistake, knowing he had probably rushed through the process in order to be rid of the cartridge. He could already feel the calm settle over him without the ominous presence of the cursed object, but there was one thing still bothering him. 

You didn’t even tell him how you would destroy it. 

Once inside the vehicle, you hurriedly start the engine and pull out of the parking spot, peeling out onto the road and speeding away, back towards your house. 

“I got it.” You glanced at the little gray item that sat on the passenger seat, feeling a threatening aura envelop you every time your eyes landed on it. 

I know. You did good.

Your stomach flips at the positive remark, but you try to ignore it for the sake of your safety; Not trying to get distracted by a simple compliment, and instead focusing on the more problematic topic. 

“He seemed… Really scared.” If BEN couldn’t tell you were nervous, you would be surprised. 

Hm.

You swallowed again, wondering if you should even bother asking the next question. 

“Should… Should I be scared?” You asked anyway. 

No.

He was openly dismissing you, now. You suspected it was because he now had what he wanted. 

You take a deep breath and close the connection, not knowing how to feel about the choices you’ve made. 

Benjamin Lawman 

BEN Drowned

Once home you’re completely exhausted. It’s now very early in the morning, and the first thing you did since returning was set up the console for BEN, as he had asked you to. Everything seemed to be secured properly, all the right wires plugged in from what you could remember. The Nintendo 64 had been sitting and collecting dust for a while now, you didn’t remember the last time you bothered to play the old console.

Good.

Now, play the game. 

The atmosphere drops to something sinister as soon as you read the words on the screen. For some reason, it doesn’t sit right with you, goosebumps crawling over your skin. 

“I… I don’t want to.” You dithered, trying not to let your resolve stray as you stared into the TV screen. 

What?

The word, despite having no tone at all, seems like it's displeased. 

“Can’t you just, I dunno, connect to it?” Rubbing gently over the soulmate mark, you feel the pressure in the room rise at your response, “Since I hooked it up to the TV?” 

No. You must play.

“Why?” You wait. No response. There’s something wrong, something dangerous about what he’s asking you to do. You’re not sure what it is, but the feeling you’re getting from that TV makes you want to run and hide. 

“I’m not going to play,” You hesitate, “I still don’t trust you.” 

Annoying. 

Boring.

You shake your head, a bit put off by him trying to make you feel bad about your decision. 

“I don’t care,” You glare, “You’re not gonna’ make me feel bad about this. I read about all of the things you did online, remember? You can connect: ‘through cables and cords,’ like Alex wrote. You’ve been acting strange ever since I picked up the cartridge.” 

Play the game. 

He’s getting impatient again, you don’t care, being too tired to put up with his attitude any longer. 

“Play it yourself.” You spit, pointing at the console on the ground, “It’s hooked up. I know you can turn it on.” 

I cannot.

“Listen, I’m not letting you drag me into whatever shit you dragged Alex into. He looked like he had been to hell and back.” You huff and put your head in your hands, “I’m literally helping you right now, trying to free you because you asked me to do it for you. Even if it doesn’t benefit me in the end.” 

Flailing your arms around in exhaustion, you almost want to cry again. 

“And with the way you keep treating me, it’s turning out that I probably won’t get anything out of this exchange. Even though you told me you’d hold up your end of the deal.” Turning defiantly away from the screen, you shrug in the direction of the doorway, trying to display your lack of care for the situation anymore. 

“Either turn it on yourself, or stay in there forever for all I care.” 

… 

Are you sure?

“Oh, fuck off, BEN.” You walk off without another word, feeling frustration push itself up and quickly take over your emotional state. 

The mechanical whir of the console turning on makes you scoff, and you glance back one last time to see the starting screen of Majora’s Mask displayed on the TV. 

“Fucking liar.”

Part 5

[zeechan04]

Link Between Us

Link Between Us

Story: @cleflink​ | Art: @zeechan04​

For @kaishinbigbang​

Shinichi doesn't want or need a soulmate. Now all he needs is for the voice in his head to stop bothering him, and he'll be all set.

I had fun doing this bang this year with @cleflink​! I so love how we're throwing ideas here and there, and it just works. 🤣 This is supposedly a 6-paged comic/colored manga (whichever you want to call it), but I procrastinated (HA!) and by the time I need to draw all of them, my day job gave me a project with an ASAP deadline. So I ended up just doing 2-pages.

It's supposedly how Shin-chan feels in linking, but eh.

I have been lying low with the KaiShin fandom for some time now, so this actually feels nice. And surprisingly (coincidentally?), my "first gen"(?) KaiShin friends joined this year too! So we had like a bonding(?) time again! It's so much fun! ❤

[heynikkiyousofine]

been struggling with finding any inspiration this week to write, but this little soulmate one shot came to me in a dream, haha. now, i can get back to writing smut, muhahaha. enjoy lovelies!💕

“Ah, it seems Lord Kouga and his mate, Lady Ayame, have invited us to the Summer Solstice Festival this year to welcome their first litter of cubs.” Lady Izayoi hummed, flitting through the stack of letters as Prince Inuyasha rolled his eyes. Their home always stinks. Maybe I can come up with some kind of excuse to not go.

“Son, do not roll your eyes at your mother.” Lord Toga pursed his lips without ever looking up, continuing to write out responses to the never ending letters and proposals from various kingdoms. How did he..? “And you are coming, no excuses.”

Sighing, he crossed his arms and slid father down his seat, catching his brother’s smirk. Bastard.

“Inuyasha, maybe this time you will finally get to discuss things with Lord Koga.” Inuyasha wanted to swipe the knowing grin off his face, but clenched his jaw instead. The last time he brawled with his older brother, the asshole almost put a gaping hole in his gut.

“Sesshomaru, stop teasing your brother. You will be attending as well and I expect you both to be on your best behavior.” Toga looked up, giving both of them a stern look that said “If you don’t, I will be the one to punish you.”

“Yes, Father.” They replied in usion. 

“Sesshomaru dear, how is Kagura?” Izayoi smiled, her tactic of changing the subject relieving to him. Inuyasha glanced down at the small stack of invitations in front of him, the idea of reading each one exhausting and tedious. It was debut season and while he himself had been announced years ago, many courts were reaching out with their own invitations and secretly hoping he would choose their princess as a bride.

“She is doing fine, resting as much as possible. I expect her to give birth in two month’s time.”

Inuyasha tuned out their conversation, gazing out the window. It was nearly sundown and Miroku and Sango should be back soon, after visiting her family for the day. His cousin had managed to find his soulmate pretty early on and even though Sango was hesitant at first, Miroku never strayed. The monk’s still a flirt, but he’s loyal to her.

Hell, his parents and even his brother and sister-in-law were soulmates. While it was a little different for demons, they had mates. Someone they could bind their life span to, a bond that couldn’t be ignored. He had even heard of mates sharing emotions and similar thoughts, that’s how strong the bond was.

He sighed, his heart aching for his own as he leaned on his arm rest, propping his chin up with his fist. Being a prince was great and all, his father encouraged him to learn about more than just the typical Lordly duties, and that he even declared Inuyasha could marry whomever he wanted, title or no title. Even with all of that, he was still the only one around that didn’t seem to have a soulmate. Maybe it was because he was a hanyou, he didn’t know. All he did know was that it was lonely sometimes.

A flash of dark hair, followed by the softest of giggles, appeared in his mind. Straightening, he looked around, his brows furrowed in confusion. 

“Inuyasha, is everything alright?” Toga glanced his way, sealing a letter with the royal wax seal. Shaking his head, Inuyasha muttered he was fine, wondering just who that was.

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Three days passed and Inuyasha was still confused about the woman popping up in his thoughts at the most inconvenient times. First, it was her hair and laughter, then he swore he could smell her, the faintest scent of wildflowers fluttering across his senses. A brief glimpse of pouty lips or a cute button nose. Sometimes it would be a whisper of his name, causing him to shiver. It wasn’t until he saw her chestnut gaze while he was eating dinner with his family that he knew something was going on.

“Mother, can you tell me again how you knew Father was your soulmate?” He prompted, taking a bite of the garlic chicken.

“I’ve told you that story about a dozen times and you still don’t remember?” Izayoi giggled as Toga patted her hand, proudly smiling.

“Can you tell me once more?” He asked once more, earning looks from everyone.

“I would love to hear it as well, Aunt Izayoi.” Miroku added and Rin agreed, her little smiling dazzling.

“Of course dears, let me start at the beginning. I was enjoying a lovely afternoon in my garden at my Father’s palace. You all know my dear husband was traveling back and forth between Lady Kimi’s home and our own, discussing matters about Sesshomaru when that very afternoon, I found myself staring into the koi pond with the brightest of golden eyes staring right back at me. I thought I was dreaming!” She laughed, Kagura and Toga smiling at her. “It took me a minute to realize that I wasn’t staring at my own, but his. That was the first time I knew my heart belonged to someone else’s.”

“Now, the thing is, human’s eyes rarely have any strange color, so I knew this man wasn’t human, but I didn’t care. From that day on, I searched everywhere I went for golden eyes. After about a week, I saw flashes of silver as I looked in my reflection, but I never stopped searching.” She continued on, “I found out later, I usually saw images of him whenever he was close, as he would fly over my home whenever he was traveling.”

“I also saw flashes of her in my mind as well, but it took me a little longer to put two and two together.” Toga chuckled, intertwining his hand in hers. “After a few months of traveling and getting Sesshomaru situated, my youkai would call out to her and it was then, I knew she lived in the village. The very next day, I introduced myself to her father, your grandfather, and he almost had a heart attack. He certainly didn’t expect for me, a Lord, to just show up unexpectedly.”

“You had the whole castle in an up heap. Servants were running around, trying to make sure the place was perfect for you.” Izayoi shooked her head, her childlike laughter filling the dining room. “When my father introduced me and I stepped into the throne room, it was as if nothing else mattered. I felt myself being pulled towards you and the moment I looked into your eyes, I knew you were the one for me.”

“And you are my heart, tsuma.” Toga smiled, leaning down to give her a small peck on the cheek. “Son, why do you ask?” Here goes nothing. Taking a shuddering breath, Inuyasha met his brother’s gaze and when Sesshomaru nodded, he spoke.

“I think I’m beginning to see my soulmate.”

“Seriously?” Kagura and Sango asked at the same time, Inuyasha nodding silently.

“Oh my!” Izayoi gasped, while Miroku grinned. Sesshomaru even smirked a little, but Inuyasha knew it was his way of showing his affection.

“This is something to celebrate.” Toga announced, holding up a cup of wine in congratulations. “Do you know who she is?”

“If he did, I think he would know, dear.” Izayoi smiled, patting his arm.

“I don’t. I keep seeing flashes, not like in the mirror like you did and my demon keeps urging me to find her, but I wouldn’t even know where to look. It’s always at the most inconvenient time too.” He sighed, shaking his head sadly.

“It may not be a distance thing as theirs was, but you could have a stronger connection to feelings. I can always feel his emotions, even if he resembles the ice king.” Kagura pointed to her husband, smirking. She isn’t wrong.

“Or, it could be a physical touch thing. I wasn’t even sure Sango was the one until I held her hand.” Miroku chimed in, earning an eye roll from his wife. Lecher.

“Just don’t go around groping every woman’s behind who looks like her.” Sango glared and he had to shake the shiver threatening to crawl up his spine. She was strong enough to take him down on one of his good days.

“So what do I do now?” Inuyasha groaned after a thoughtful moment, his mind filled with way too much information for his liking.

“It will happen when it’s supposed to happen. Don’t try to force it, darling.” Izayoi smiled sadly, everyone nodding along. 

Inuyasha let out a deep breath, one he didn’t realize he was holding and looking down at the half eaten plate of food. I hope it happens soon.

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The days passed in a blur, more images filling his mind. At night, whenever the moon was high in the sky, he found himself watching it with a new mindset, more than once the idea of running through the meadow underneath the stars filling his thoughts. As he and his family were preparing for their visit to Wolf Clan, a new image flashed across his mind, making him pause in his packing.

Looking out towards the courtyard, he could’ve sworn he saw a pair of blue eyes staring back at him from the reflection in the mirror. I thought she had brown eyes? Shaking his head, he wanted to scream and call out for her, his demon growling when her image disappeared.

Groaning in frustration, Inuyasha sank to his bed and laid his head in his hands. Why doesn’t she just appear in front of me? Am I seeing the wrong person or maybe she’s dead and reincarnated. I have this incredible urge to reach and protect her, but how am I supposed to do that if I have no idea who or where she is? Snarling, he swiped his claws across his pillows and grimaced at the torn fabric. Great, now Mother will scold me for ruining another pillow.

Sighing, he closed his eyes, willing her to appear and shook his head as he was met with darkness. I better get finished, we should be leaving soon.

After loading up the carriages, he found himself with Miroku and Sango and his Father, while Sesshomaru, Rin, Kagura and Izayoi followed behind in the second one. Kagura was growing bigger by the day and she wanted his mother and her husband with her as much as possible. He wasn’t surprised by her fear that something would happen, this being her first child and all.

“How are you doing?” Sango asked him softly, breaking him out of his thoughts.

“I’m alright, You good over there? Monk can’t be too comfortable on your shoulder.” He snickered as they hit a bump, a small frown of discomfort appearing on her face.

“He does better when he sleeps along the way.” She shrugged lightly. “Are you still seeing her?” He knew exactly what she was talking about and he nodded, feeling tired. It seems I can feel her now too. That has to mean I’m closer to finding her.

“I have faith, son. She’s probably just as eager to meet you as well.” Toga patted his shoulder and he nodded.

“There is something though. I thought she had brown eyes, but this morning I saw blue eyes. How am I supposed to find her if her eyes change colors?”

“Maybe she can change forms, like a kitsune. She could be a demon or a witch that can change how she appears.” Sango suggested, smiling sheepishly.

“Well that doesn’t help me one fucking bit.” Inuyasha grumbled.

“You know your mother doesn’t like that word. But Sango’s right. You don’t know if she is human or demon or anything in between and that won’t matter because you will know when you see her.”

“I just wished it didn’t have to take so long.” He crossed his arms and went back to staring out the window.

“Don’t we all?” Toga chuckled.

The hours passed by as the sun was just beginning to set, the royal family were nearing the Wolf Clan and their kingdom. Taking a whiff, Inuyasha tried and failed to hide disgust on his face at the stench, but whipped his head up when the faintest of wildflowers flitted across his nose.

Popping his head out the window, he saw a large group of villagers and what looked like a market. Sighing, he thought it was too good to be true and his nose was playing tricks on him again when his Father announced that they would be stopping to stretch and allow the horse a break. 

Stepping out of the carriage, Inuyasha found himself looking around, nodding at the gaping villagers. This is the part I hate most about traveling. We are normal people like everyone else.

“Son, I think I smell some delicious food. Care to join me?” Toga asked, joining him at his side. “Kagura is craving some sort of spicy food and as much as I can’t stand the thought of burning my tongue, I told her we would search out something for her.”

Chuckling at his sister’s demand, Inuyasha nodded and together, they walked into the crowd. Frowning, he felt this pull towards a large booth serving some type of stew with noodles. Glancing at his father, he pointed his chin in that direction, his mouth beginning to water. What type of food is that? It smells fucking divine.

Arriving at the stall, he met an older woman with dark hair and one gray stripe appearing above her ear. She had kind brown eyes and a soft smile, reminding him of his mother.

“Hello, would you like a bowl of ramen?” She asked brightly.

“What’s ramen?” He asked.

“Here, why don’t you try some and if you like it, you can take a bowl with you.” She laughed, dishing out two small spoonfuls. Looking over at his father, who looked absolutely delighted as slurped down the ramen.

Raising the bowl to his lips, Inuyasha was surprised by how much he loved it. Grinning wide, he gulped down the remaining amount and together, they held out their bowls for more.

She laughed and he tilted his head, the sound familiar. There’s no way this woman is my soulmate. Looking at her eyes, he saw bright brown, but sighed when they didn’t match the beautiful brown he saw in his mind. 

“Actually, would you mind if we took some back to our carriage? My daughter in law is carrying and I think this would be perfect for her.”

“Of course, I’ll dish some up for you and your children. How many bowls would you like?”

“I’ll pay for every pot you have!” Toga held out a small bag, the golden coins jiggling around. “Is this a family recipe?”

“Yes! My daughter Kagome makes this as often as possible, starting from scratch almost every week for market day. Speaking of, Kagome dear! Come out, there is another gentleman who would like to compliment your cooking.”

A joyful, proud feeling washed over him and he looked around, hoping he could see if his soulmate was near. It certainly felt as if she was near, her soft giggle echoing in his ears. The triangles twitched and flattened against his head when he didn’t spot her, straightening his back to introduce himself when the woman’s daughter stepped out from behind a curtain.

“This is my daughter Kagome.” The woman smiled, bringing her forward and Inuyasha breathed in the wildflower scent surrounding him. She has to be close, I can practically taste her.

“Hello, Kagome. My name is Toga and this is my son, Inuyasha.” Toga chuckled and stepped back. Frowning at his father’s odd behavior, Inuyasha turned to introduce himself, and he froze, his demon roaring at everything clicked. There, standing in front of him, stood his soulmate, with long dark hair in beautiful waves down her back, pouty lips, a freckled nose and the most striking pair of eyes he had ever seen. Blinking rapidly, he realized one was brown and one was blue, his world falling into place as her name was whispered into his soul. 

Kagome.

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[hualian-fic-recs]

Hello hello! Do you have recs for soulmate AUs? I'm in a mood haha, tysm!!

Hi!! I get those moods occasionally. I haven't read a ton of HuaLian Soulmate AUs but I have a few

the butterfly lovers by museaway. 37k, M, big spoilers. A really good read! And one of the only longer soulmateAU fics I’ve seen

Three parts fate, seven parts courage by fullmetalpotterhead. 7k, T, spoilers. Temporary Soulmates. This one is my favorite short ones

I wrote another hualian fic by Nightdust. 7k, T, canon violence, all the spoilers

quiet like stains by haysel. 10k, T, no spoilers

Something like Soulmates by zacechild, 5k, T, no spoilers. Not really a soulmateAU but still cute!

The Prince's Stolen Heart by Linisen, 5k, T, spoilers. MermaidAU

Hope this helps!

[injoontz]

𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 ━ 𝐩.𝐣𝐬

pairing. park jisung x fem!oc starring. park jisung, im naerin (oc) featuring.  huang renjun genre. soulmate // idol au warnings. none?? word count. 2.0k

synopsis. where a kpop idol bumps into his soulmate while she's running from the cops ☆ :: from karaoke machine — park jisung (on wp)

It was a nice day. A really really nice day. The spring wind swept through Seoul and it made Jisung even more upset that he had a packed schedule that day. It came as no surprise to him seeing as the promotional period for their first album was just getting started. Even still, Jisung felt his energy dwindle whenever the cameras turned on.

“Everyone!” Haechan started off filming for their promotional vlog with an upbeat smile, “How are we feeling today?” 

The members cheered loudly as Haechan did their introductions. That day they were filming a short vlog at an arcade for their Reload EP. It gave the members some time to play games and relax, though Jisung admitted that he wished he could have been back at the dorm relaxing over an arcade. 

Jisung nodded along gently with what his members were saying, not really paying much attention until one of the staff members passed him a tripod stick and camera. Renjun stepped up next to Jisung and linked arms with him.

“Let’s go to the claw machines,” Renjun said, pulling the younger boy along.

Without much will to argue with his hyung, Jisung let Renjun lead him around the arcade to the claw machines. Watching his friend attempt to get a stuffed animal from inside the claw machine proved to be more entertaining than Jisung had expected.

“No!” Renjun exclaimed as the small plushy dropped out of the claw. He dropped to the ground in defeat. Jisung laughed and turned the camera to face Renjun.

“Hyung, I’m going to go explore,” Jisung said before turning away from Renjun, who just nodded and gave a brief wave to Jisung before turning back to his claw machine game.

Jisung turned away and walked through the arcade, his eyes drifting to the other members as he did. Off in one corner, Chenle was playing air hockey with Haechan while Jaemin, Mark, and Jeno were gathered around a shooting game. Jisung smiled gently and kept walking. He glanced up at the camera in his hand and gave a gentle wave before continuing to walk.

Over on one side of the arcade, a bunch of doors were lined up with a large light-up sign that said: KARAOKE. Jisung started making his way over, his hand hovering over one of the door knobs when heavy footsteps caught his attention.

As he turned to see who was running toward him, Jisung let out a grunt as the person slammed into him. There was a loud gasp from the person as they both tumbled to the ground. Jisung dropped his camera as his head bumped into the ground. A heavyweight now held down Jisung’s lower half of his body.

With a groan, Jisung reached up to rub his head as he tried to sit up.

“Ah,” Jisung said as he felt a bump starting to form on his head. 

He turned to the person who ran into him and his eyes connected with hers. She held herself up with her arms but her body leaned over Jisung’s. Her dark hair fell into her face as she stared at his face. Her dark eyes danced with gold swirls and Jisung couldn’t bring himself to look away.

A warm feeling erupted from Jisung’s chest and spread across his entire body. He could feel his heart pounding against his chest and he could sense that hers was as well. There was almost an overwhelming sense of calmness that came with her presence. Jisung felt as though he had never experienced true happiness until he met her.

From under her cropped jacket, Jisung could see something glowing gold. The girl followed his gaze to her left collarbone and she gently pulled aside her jacket. Just under the strap of her tank top, sitting there on her collarbone glowing a brilliant gold was her soulmate tattoo.

Jisung opened his mouth to say something when voices caught his attention. He turned toward the urgent voices but didn’t get a chance to even question them before the girl jumped to her feet.

“I saw her run in here,” the voice said.

The girl looked backward in panic, her eyes suddenly wide.

“Fuck,” Jisung heard her swear under her breath. The girl jumped to her feet and grabbed Jisung’s arm, pulling him into one of the karaoke booths. Jisung barely managed to grab the camera on the ground before he was whisked away.

“What’s going on?” Jisung looked out the little window on the door to see two police officers entering the arcade. They walked over to Jisung’s manager and the production crew. One of the police officers glanced over at the karaoke booths and Jisung turned to look at the girl who seemed to be trying her best to melt into the wall. 

“Are you running from the police?” Jisung asked her.

“I wouldn’t necessarily call it running,” the girl replied, “More like I’m avoiding them,”

Jisung stared at her for a while, the way she spoke was hypnotic. He liked how she spoke a bit slower and how her words seemed drawn out. He liked being in her presence because, for the first time since he became an idol, he felt genuinely at peace.

Jisung sat down across from the girl. Despite her cool laid-back appearance, he could tell she was anxious. No, he could feel that she was anxious. He could feel her emotions clearly, the way her heart raced, and how she was trying so hard to calm herself down.

“Who the hell are you?”

“Naerin,” the girl replied. “Im Naerin,” her eyes flashed over to Jisung, recognition dawning on her face. “You wouldn’t happen to be Park Jisung from NCT would you?” she asked as she sat back down. Her eyes looked up and down Jisung’s body, studying him as though he was some kind of art piece in a museum, before landing on his hair. “You’re pretty famous you know,”

Again that hypnotic tonation of her voice. Jisung couldn’t put his finger on it, she spoke differently than everyone else. He just wanted to keep listening to her voice all day.

Just as he was about to say something, his eyes caught movement from outside the karaoke booth. He jumped to his feet and looked out the window to see the two police officers making their way over. His eyes widened in panic and he grabbed the microphone from where it sat on the table. Playing a random song, Jisung blasted the music and started to dance around energetically to the song.

Naerin gave him a wide-eyed stare as he danced, his broad back blocking the window. She almost started laughing at his theatrics to prevent anyone from looking in. He sang passionately, and even if he was just singing for fun, his voice was silky and deep.

As the song came to an end, Jisung glanced out the window to see the police officers heading away, deeming that the karaoke booths didn’t harbor the girl they were looking for. Jisung sighed and placed the microphone back down and glanced at Naerin. She gave him an amused look and he felt his face start to heat up.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Jisung blushed.

“Like what?” Naerin smiled.

Jisung’s stomach curled and did a flip. He wanted to blame it on his recent soulmate bond with her but Jisung couldn’t deny that Naerin was an exceptionally attractive person. Her entire presence dripped with confidence and she had the perfect smile that mixed between a smirk and a grin. 

“You have an accent,” Jisung said, “Where are you from?”

Naerin blinked as if surprised by his words, “Is that seriously what you’re asking me right now?”

Jisung blinked, “Well- I mean-”

“Aren’t you curious about other things?” Naerin leaned forward a bit making Jisung lean back. He was suddenly very aware of how close they were sitting to each other in the karaoke booth.

“I mean, your soulmate is currently being chased by the cops,” Naerin said with a serious expression, “And you’re curious about where I’m from? Shouldn’t you be more worried about why I am being chased?”

Jisung swallowed hard. He felt so comfortable in her presence that he completely forgot how he got to this spot, to begin with. In any normal circumstance, Jisung would have been freaking out about being dragged into a small space with a random girl.

Suddenly Naerin’s face broke into a smile and she leaned away from Jisung, “I’m just playing,”  She stood up and looked out the window to see if the police had left yet. Naerin watched as the two police officers apologized to Jisung’s manager for intruding.

“Why are you being chased?” Jisung asked.

“Nothing crazy, don’t worry,” Naerin said vaguely.

“Then why are they after you?” Jisung replied. Despite his brain telling him that he should be wary of the girl across from him, the bond he now had with Naerin made him feel calm. He felt like he could trust her despite not knowing a single thing about her. Despite the fact that she was being pursued by the police.

“I stole something from them,” Naerin replied. She reached into her pocket and showed Jisung a pair of keys. 

His eyes widened in surprise. “Those are-”

“They’re the keys to the police car,” Naerin smiled as if this was some crazy game to her. 

“You could get arrested for that!” Jisung exclaimed.

“Hence why I’m running away from them,” Naerin shook her head at Jisung’s slow uptake on the reality of her situation. She glanced out the window once more, “One of the officers is my brother, so I’m not too worried,”

She let out a gentle sigh and sat back down. After a moment she realized Jisung was staring at her and turned her attention back to him. He flinched a bit when the two made eye contact and quickly pulled his eyes away.

A bubbly laugh filled the air and Jisung quickly turned to look at Naerin. She laughed lightly, trying to hide it behind her hand but it didn’t do much seeing as Jisung could clearly hear her. Despite her obviously laughing at him, Jisung’s stomach did little flips at her light laugh. It made a hot blush creep up his neck.

“Jeez, by the way you act, I would think that you’ve already fallen in love with me,” Naerin joked.

“Can you be serious for one moment?” Jisung frowned.

“Well that doesn’t sound fun at all,” Naerin smirked and Jisung could tell she had fun getting on people’s nerves.

Jisung gave her a blank stare and Naerin gently took her phone out of her pocket. She passed it to Jisung and he glanced down at it before gently tapping his phone number in. Naerin tapped a few buttons on her phone and Jisung’s suddenly buzzed from inside his pocket. He pulled it out to see a new notification.

Naerin stood up and pulled the hood of her jacket over her head. “Let’s meet up sometime. You know,” she shrugged, “Sometime before the two of us start to get violently sick from being apart,”

“Wait-” Jisung started to say but Naerin already ducked out of the karaoke booth and made a beeline for the exit. His eyes widened as she sprinted past the two police officers. They watched as she sprinted past them before realizing who she was and running after her.

“Im Naerin! Get back here!” one of the police officers yelled.

Jisung stepped out of the karaoke booth, his eyes still wide in shock at what had just happened. Renjun, who had seen Naerin run out of the karaoke booth, made his way over to Jisung. He took in the younger boy’s dazed stare before gently patting him on the shoulder.

“Are you alright?” Renjun asked snapping Jisung out of his daze, “She was running from the police, why were you in the booth with her?”

Jisung blinked before rubbing the back of his neck, “Hyung,” Jisung said, his eyes still watching where Naerin had run off, “I just met my soulmate,” he looked at the older boy with wide eyes, “What the hell do I do now?”

©𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐳, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒

[bigteefsmallbrain]

has anyone made a soulmate au where everyone except your soulmate is blurry? Is that a pre existing thing? Is that something I can read today, or do I need to try roping motivation back into my body?

[aeraerii]

Paint The Town - 2

Pairing: Baekhyun x oc (Kim Aeun)

Genre: Romance, wolfau, vampireau, soulmateau

Description: Soulmates… Aeun had not previously thought that soulmates were very important. But as she got older, her interest increased and she eagerly awaited her soulmate. She thought that soulmates were indeed a good thing, especially when she saw that his older brother was so happy. She hoped that her soulmate would be a vampire like her brother's soulmate. Or a human… But she would never have guessed that he would become a werewolf.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

I slowly opened my eyes and looked around. I was in my room. The last time I was in the forest with my brothers and how did I get here? Or did I dream? What was going on?

I suddenly remembered.

I fell to the ground because of my heartache. I fainted afterwards. I don't know why this happened. It was my first time experiencing something like this. Fortunately, I'm fine now. I stopped thinking at the sound of Sehun's voice telling my mom that I was awake.

My mother immediately entered my room excitedly.

"You scared us so much honey." She gave me a big hug. Sehun too.

"We didn't know what to do when you suddenly fainted. We were so scared. Are you better now?" Sehun said in a worried voice.

"Yes, I'm better. Sorry for making you worry."

"What exactly happened to you?" My mom said.

"I don't know...All of a sudden my heart started to ache. Then I couldn't breathe."

While my mother was thinking, Kyungsoo came in with the food in his hand.

"Eat some food, noona. You must be hungry."

"Thank you, Kyungsoo."

"Are you better now? You scared us."

"Yes, I'm better."

I took the tray from his hand and started to eat. I was thirsty for both food and blood.

While I was eating, my mother started talking.

"Have you had anything but pain?"

"Her eyes turned red." Kyungsoo said.

"Where is your necklace?" My mother asked excitedly.

My necklace was not around my neck. I looked at my bed worriedly.

"Here it is." Sehun gave me the necklace.

I was very happy. My precious necklace.

My mother took a long look at my necklace.

"Did you see anyone in the forest?"

I thought. Werewolves. We saw werewolves.

"Yes, why?"

My mother continued to think.

"What's the problem mom?" Sehun asked.

My mother finally began to speak.

"Look at your necklace, your necklace is open and you suddenly fainted. Do you know what this means?"

I looked at my necklace. It was really opened.

I thought for a second. What did that mean?

This.

No.

"Congratulations honey, you've met your soulmate."

I was about to cry when I heard my mother's voice confirming my thought. Because the people we saw in the forest were none other than werewolves. I suddenly remembered. Wolf with brown hair and yellow eyes. My heart began to ache when we met eye to eye with him.

No.

This can not be.

I can't believe a wolf is my soulmate. I couldn't take it anymore and started to cry.

"No, no. This can not be!"

Sehun and Kyungsoo were looking at me confusedly because they understood what was going on too.

My mother asked in a worried voice.

"What was going on?" Why are you crying?"

I didn't answer and continued to cry.

"What's going on? You're worrying me."

"Her soulmate is a wolf." Kyungsoo said.

My mother looked at me with a shocked expression.

"What?"

"We only saw 3 people and they were all wolves."

"Mom, it must be a mistake. This is not possible." I asked with my crying voice.

My mother thought about it, and after a few minutes she began to speak.

"This is possible. Wolves may be the soulmate of vampires, although not so many. This has never happened before in our family. I'm very confused."

My heart broke when I heard this. I couldn't believe he was a wolf.

"Mom, no. There must be a mistake. It wasn't like this when Junmyeon met his soulmate. I said expectantly.

"I'm sorry, honey. Everyone's way of meeting is different. If you've only seen those people and they're all werewolves, your soulmate is a wolf.

I started to cry more.

Why did this happen? I've waited for him for years and now... I hoped my soulmate would be a vampire like my brother's soulmate. Or a human... But i would never have guessed that he would become a werewolf. What will I do? Vampires and werewolves don't usually have a good relationship. My family was one of the best vampire clans. Naturally, i was one of the well-known vampires. Everyone would be shocked.

"No, no. I do not accept a wolf as my mate." I said nervously.

Everyone in the room was very quiet and didn't know what to say.

"I know you are very surprised and upset. But you have to."

"No, I don't have to and I won't accept him."

"You have to feed on his blood, Aeun." My mother said, wanting to calm me down.

"I don't want to be fed. I don't need him." I said stubbornly.

"If you don't feed on his blood..." Sehun said worriedly.

"What happens if I don't feed?" 

"Your body will want more blood than ever before. His blood. If you don't feed on his blood, your body will get tired quickly and you'll lose your strength. And...This can go to death." My mother said sadly.

I was shocked and started crying louder.

"What am I going to do mom? I don't want that. Everyone will be shocked." 

"No one has to know that yet, honey. Even if they know, it's nobody's business. We do not choose our soulmate. Yes, we don't get along well with wolves, but that doesn't mean there aren't any good wolves."

This did not comfort me. What will I do? How will I find him again? Am I going to tell him he's my soulmate? How will I do?

"Mom, how will i find him again?"

"You can find him by his smell."

"I don't know his smell. How will I do?"

My mother smiled.

"You'll feel. Because now you know your soulmate."

"What if he doesn't want me?"

Seeing the worry on my face, my mother began to speak.

"Honey, you're a great person. Why wouldn't he want you? Yes, he might be surprised to find out that his soulmate is a vampire, but I'm sure he'll love you."

"There's no way he's not my soulmate, right?" I asked hopefully for the last time.

"Unfortunately."

I don't know what awaited me in the future, but I had to find him.

A/N: Hello again! I have completed chapter 2. I hope you like it. Please let me know your opinions. Thank you for reading. Sorry if i have mistakes. ❤

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[nuwudoole]

Before there was man, before the Earth was yet to be, there was void and stars and nothingness. The nothingness had yet to become something, and held within the strong, delicate hold of nothingness was everything. All of the hopes, dreams, and ambitions of the souls that are not yet something. It was often that Langa Hasegawa thought he belonged to this particular void in the universe. In this place before expectation and grief.

If nothingness was the before, then all of the universes ‘somethingness’ had been put into Reki Kyan.

Contrary to what one might think, Langa Hasegawa does in fact have a soulmate. His mark haphazardly, lovingly, splashed across his arm had never been of particular concern to him. This was before. Later there would be moving boxes, new schools, skateboarding, and Reki.

A Renga Soulmate AU

Anyways, I’m back at churning out chapters! Please feel free to like and comment if you enjoy my work!

[a-punk-academic-asexual-poet]

Banksway Soulmate AU(everyone is born with their soulmate’s usual name on their wrist, and past the age of twelve, a collage of your soulmate’s interests or things that are important to them appear on your wrist and arm.)

Charlie had always known his soulmate would be a guy. He wore long sleeves and hoodies and flannels for years to hide it. His mother had never cared. Casey Paloma Conway had always been in favor of anyone being with whoever they wanted as long as they were in love. As you can imagine, Charlie was very confused when his first crush was a girl. But then hockey sticks appeared on his forearm beside the name Adam and he got very excited. He didn’t care if his soulmate was a boy if the boy liked hockey too. Casey still made him keep it covered. She had girl friends of hers who had girls’ names on their wrists and she had watched them get bullied.

Adam had always thought Charlie was a nickname for Charlotte. Or Charlene. Something feminine. It had never crossed his mind that Charlie was a nickname for Charles. And Adam had been truly surprised when Charlie had revealed the name and collage that covered his forearm. Because everything matched Adam. Everything. And the more Adam looked at his own forearm, the more he realized that everything on his forearm was a Charlie thing. 

Charlie Pov

I watched as something appeared on Adam’s arm. The sign for I love you. I frowned, confused. Neither of us knew anyone who knew sign language. And your soulmate was supposed to be someone you knew by the age of thirty. I was only sixteen, but still. “Adam,” I murmured, still utterly confused. 

Adam only hummed, not looking up from his book. Jesus, he was adorable.

“The sign for I love you just showed up by the name.”

Adam only shrugged, murmuring a soft, “Cool.”

I pulled back my long sleeve slightly, looking for any new pieces to the collage. Sure enough, there was the title of the book Adam was rereading for the third time. I smiled. I’d been suspicious for a while that maybe, just maybe, Adam could be my soulmate. “Enjoying the book?” I asked.

Adam nodded and bit down on his lip again. Okay, hot.

“Adaaaaammmmm,” I whined. “Pay attention to meeeee.”

Adam looked up at me, a bored look on his face. 

I grabbed a pillow and shoved it in his face. “Not like that,” I complained.

Adam laughed, and set his book aside as he pushed the pillow away from his face. He leaned over and began to tickle my ribs. I barked out a laugh and attempted to retaliate and flip him over. It did not go as planned. Adam ended up pushing my shirt up to better get at my ribs, but I pushed my sleeves back and shoved him over. We rolled over onto the floor with an oomph! and then Adam stopped laughing. 

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

Adam just stared at me, blank-faced.

“Ad?” I questioned.

“What, Charlie, uh, what does your wrist say?” he finally stuttered out.

“Amanda,” I responded, pulling my sleeve back down. 

Amanda wasn’t what my wrist actually said, clearly. But it was close enough that most wouldn’t question it. It was a lie I’d been telling for years. It slipped out so easily that sometimes I had to remind myself it wasn’t true. “No, Charlie, what does it say, really?” Adam demanded.

I sighed. Why couldn’t this be as easy as Connie and Guy’s confessions? Or Dean and Fulton’s? Both of those couples were very happy, and had told me it blew over easily. I slowly, reluctantly, pushed back my sleeve again. I held my wrist out to Adam, and he held it carefully. He held my wrist like it was the most precious thing in the world. Adam looked down at the name and chuckled. Of course he was laughing. It was his name.

I snatched my wrist away from him and got up from the floor, heading across the room to my desk. I picked up my science textbook and attempted to study. Adam walked up beside me and lifted my chin. Why did he have to be so gorgeous when I was in the middle of having an emotional crisis? One that he caused, for Christ’s sakes!

“Charlie,” Adam whispered.

I felt my face pucker into a pout as I looked up at him. I definitely felt as pathetic as I looked.

“I think your name’s on my wrist too,” Adam said quietly, and pushed back his sweater sleeve to show me.

Sure enough, in the handwriting I noted as mine, was the name Charlie scrawled across his wrist, surrounded by the Ducks insignia, skates, the Pantera logo, and various other things. I couldn’t stop staring at his wrist. It was . . . me? I was Adam’s soulmate? No fucking way.

I wrapped my arms around Adam and buried my head in his side. Adam ran his hand through my hair. We both knew I was in desperate need of a haircut, but Guy’s mom was too busy to work me in right now. Especially to work me in for free. My mom could do it, but as much as I loved her dearly, cutting hair was certainly not her strong suit. Cooking she was great at, cutting my hair, not so much. Guy’s mom had been cutting my hair since Guy and I had known each other. Sometimes it meant my hair got a little long when she couldn’t fit me in.

“Bear, you need a haircut,” Adam told me before leaning down to press a kiss to my temple.

I went pink and mumbled back, “Mavis can’t get me in for free for another month.”

Adam gave me a look. “What if I pay her?” he suggested.

My jaw clenched. I didn’t need him to pay for my haircut. I’d be fine. My hair would be fine long. “Don’t do that, Adam,” I protested.

“Why not? We both know I have the money.”

“My hair is fine long. If it grows out a little more, I can put it back like Fulton and I’ll be fine.”

Adam gave me a look.

I only glared back.

He sighed. “Fine, Bear.”

“You’re gonna pay for it anyway, aren’t you?”

Adam grinned and nodded.

“I hate you.”

“No, you love me.”

“Fuck you.”

“Gladly.”

I gaped, and punched Adam in the ribs. “That wasn’t funny.”

“It definitely was.”

[theredwritingwitch]

Soulmate Fic- The Art of Stealing

Pairing: Marcus Pike x reader

Soulmate AU: People are not necessarily their soulmate’s soulmate; A tattoo of your soulmates initials shows up on your wrist.

Words:1.9 K

Warnings: DARK Marcus Pike, obsession, stalking

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The world had made a cruel trick on Marcus. He was a man who thrived to protect and love. He was meant for nothing but to be someone’s soulmate. Marcus had always been kind and caring, he wanted to do nothing but keep people safe and happy. Hungry? He’ll bring you food as you work late. Need to unwind? Let's have a late night movie marathon. Feeling uncertain about things? He can give you space. Marcus is what the world would be proud of as the perfect soulmate, but the world was not a nice place. Sometimes, no matter how great of a partner you were, you weren’t always the soulmate of your soulmate.

Marcus had found his match while at work, or so he thought, the three initials on his wrist led him to Teresa Robin Lisbon. Marcus was over the moon when he found her. He took her to late night movies, impromptu concerts, and even delivered her Chinese take out. When his promotion and impending move to DC came up, he assumed his soulmate would be on board. But Teresa hesitated and finally broke to him the news that he never even bothered to look for. The initials on Teresa’s wrist were not Marcus’. They were the initials of a coworker, someone Teresa wanted to start seeing. Marcus was crushed. He felt used, felt cheated. The man was drained as he watched the woman who was meant to be his soulmate move on to her soulmate.

Poor Marcus Pike was one of few people who seemed to have been mismatched, or even forgotten, by the matchmakers of the universe. The man who would do anything for his partner, had no one he was partnered to. 

The move to DC was needed for him, even the plastic surgery he had to have his former soulmate’s initials removed was extremely needed. His friends recommended it. Out of site, out of mind. But love was always on Marcus’ mind. Even if the world had forgotten to give him love, Marcus was still meant to love. 

`You weren’t meant to be his, but from the moment he saw you, he knew you were going to be no matter what.

The National Gallery of Art became a constant pit stop for Marcus. For work or for leisurely enjoyment, Marcus walked the halls of the gallery on many occasions. He knew the consultants, administrators, and technicians well. But Marcus also knew the artwork housed in the gallery as if he worked there himself. In a manner of speaking he did, as his job for the FBI took him to the expertise of the minds of the gallery often. It came as a surprise when he stumbled upon you. 

You were the newest recruit. A new hire to stay on board the gallery as a fine art restorer. You didn’t know he was there, too engrossed in your work of slowly whipping old grime off of a painting with q-tips. He watched you roll your neck and stretch your arms out after you had sat hunched over the painting for too long. Marcus wondered if you would apply a heating pad to your neck and shoulder once you got home. Maybe you took some pain relief on the long days. A hot bath?

Marcus came by the gallery several different times in a week for a case, gathering small glimpses of you. He liked that you wore comfy yet stylish clothes while you worked. He appreciated your taste in music as he overheard you singing softly to yourself when you grabbed lunch in the courtyard. He even loved how you dedicated yourself so wholly into restoring art. He could watch you for hours, obsessing over a dust covered corner of the art.

One friendly employee gave Marcus your first and last name. He thought it rolled beautifully off of his tongue and around his head. He even wondered what your middle name was, guessing he could find it in the employee logs of the museum. On an off day of work, Marcus couldn’t help but introduce himself to you.

“Do you prefer Chinese or Mexican?”

“What?” you stammered out as you straightened your back from leaning back in your chair.

Marcus smiled his charm at you, “Food? I notice you work late here and I do as well. I thought it would be nice to order some food for us late night workers?”

“Oh sure. Yeah that sounds wonderful actually.” You couldn't help but to smile back at the handsome man. “Either works for me.”

He nodded as he brought out his phone to order, “I’ll order both.”

After exchanging names, the two of you had a long conversation about art, traveling, work, and life in general. He wanted to know so much about your interests, your own art, your passion. Marcus in turn took your own set of questions and reciprocated your answers. You found out quickly he was single, new to DC but not as new as you, and rather an interesting and charming man for a government agent. You were actually a little sad when the dinner ended and you both had to get back to work. But it surprised you when Marcus showed up the next day, late in the evening, with more food and conversation. You were delighted to learn of his interests in music and movies, even excited when he asked if you would join him for a movie night at the local park. Maybe this was all quick for just meeting, but things really clicked with Marcus. 

The only thing holding you back was the initials on your own wrist. You peeked over and over again at Marcus’ wrist, but couldn’t see past the long sleeves of his shirt and coat. For a week, day after day, you would find Marcus around the gallery, and every time you would try your hardest to take a peek at his tattoo, unable to catch a glimpse. Your heart hammered in your chest every time he showed up with food or a simple hello. Even when he delivered new paint to you on your day off. You wanted to know if this perfect man was yours.

Marcus, for his part, was also curious about your initials, but it took him far less time to spy them out. Before he had even introduced himself, he had seen the initials on your wrist. Maybe that was what spurred him on in the first place. While you were stretching out your arm after working hunched over for so long, Marcus caught a clear glimpse of the initials MJP. Close, so close. Well close enough actually. Yes, Marcus’ middle name didn’t start with a J but that was an easy fix, especially when you worked in the government. For Marcus this was the only sign he needed to understand that you were meant for him. The two of you had to be soulmates. Life can be hard after all. It’s never a walk in the park to get what you want. Marcus always wanted a soulmate, and you have to work for what you want. Love was no different, Marcus simply had to make you his soulmate. That’s what the universe was telling him, he was sure of it.

It was a few weeks after first meeting each other that Marcus invited you to dinner and a show. You happily clung to his arm as he escorted you around the event, introducing you to friends and buying you food and drinks. He danced you around in circles, charming you into dreams of possibly doing this in your pajamas at home together. There was just one hitch in the dream you couldn’t get past. 

“Marcus, can we talk?” you regretted your words already, but it had to be asked.

For his part, Marcus held your hand as he looked worryingly into your eyes, “Something wrong, sweetheart?”

You hated yourself instantly, he was always concerned for you, always sweet with his worries and nicknames. If he wasn’t yours then it would break your heart.

“This night has been amazing,” Marcus smiled as he listened to you continue, “and every day with you has been so fun. I don’t know how to tell you how much these last weeks have meant to me and…I…” you stumbled over your words, a small cry clogging your throat.

Marcus leaned over and kissed your forehead, “I know. I get it. I’m a little afraid too.”

“It’s just that I have to know. I know it’s rude and I know that this will hurt so much if we don’t match but I have to know,” the words now tumbled out of you as the nerves nearly tumbled up from your belly.

The sweet man before you only smiled and brushed your worry lines away from your cheek, “I think we’ll be fine.”

“Really?”

“I’m positive.”

“So…you know already.”

“Not a 100%, but I feel good about this. Sometimes you just know when you have a good thing, and that it’s meant to be.” Marcus looked down at you with a positive and reassuring smile. “I think we’re meant to be. I just know it.” You smiled back.

“So we should see if we match then?”

“Count on three?”

“Ok. Three, two, one.” 

You and Marcus flashed both your naked wrists at each other, holding matching initials. You held out your MJP just as he held out the initials of your own name. You cheered and jumped the man with sheer happiness. You had finally found your soulmate.

Marcus had finally claimed a soulmate. He swirled you around in the air, kissing you over and over again. Flashes of the future spiraled through his head: moving in together, marrying, babies, growing old. He finally would have it, and he would give you all of it as well.

“You knew didn’t you?” you laughed as he sat you back down.

“I may have eagle eyed your wrist earlier,” Marcus gushed. “Just didn’t want to worry you about being perfect for each other. I wanted us to get together because we actually liked to be around each other, not just because we’re fated.” His eyes looked you over with concern again.

“You have the sweetest heart I know of any man, but you made me worried that we weren’t going to match at all!” you swatted your soulmate as he pulled you into his arms again.

“Well now you don’t have to worry any more.” Marcus smiled and kissed your head.

There wasn’t much for Marcus to worry about either. The tattoo equipment and supplies were long gone in the trash by now. His degree in art was newly polished as it came in handy for more than just work. The paperwork for his name change was locked and sealed away where no eyes would find it. And the potential for your lost soulmate, well Marcus wouldn’t call them a real soulmate as that was his job now, showing up in your life didn’t bother him at all. His years of training in the FBI gave him the right edge to take care of anything… unwanted or unneeded. You were taken after all. You were the soulmate that Marcus had been looking for for his entire life. The one the universe made for just him.

[shanimeartist]

Serafina is Angel’s whole world 💕🥰

[geodepotential]

I finally finished writing my Phan Fic. Check it out if you want.