#having a daemon that represents your soulmate

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Something I really love in fics is really wild soulmate indicators:

Each person has one terrible joke that only their soulmate will think is funny.

Your soulmate's hardest won skill is your natural talent.

You taste whatever your soulmate eats.

Scar and/or pain sharing.

Soulmate minis (tiny cute representative of your soulmate that only you can see and interact with).

When you touch blood, you get to see their entire life until that point as an invisible ghost offering only comfort.

Share a dreamscape with your soulmate.

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Out of Time

Chapter 5 - "Oh Brother, I've Returned"

an: While it does not fit this chapter entirely, I listened to "Brother" by Madds Buckley a lot during this chapter. As an older sister who moved out when my younger sibling was under 10, I feel the guilt of being gone while your siblings grow up without you. I highly recommend that song.

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Summary: "It is not a ridiculous notion to fear what we do not know. Yet you cannot let your fears keep you from them."

TW: Anxiety, profanity, angst, dead daddy issues, literal bone crushing hugs, substance use, fear of addiction, detailed descriptions of Viserys I death, descriptions of severe pain, Vizzy is not a good parent, Aemond and Jace making a scene at dinner AGAIN, very large and physically intimidating men, Jaehaerys being very much a brother, Joffrey and Luke being little shithead brothers,

Romantic Pairings: Very brief focus on Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!Reader, Very brief focus on Jacaerys Velaryon x Twin!Reader, Aegon Targaryen ii x Velaryon!Reader.

Other characters shining in this chapter: Ser Erryk, Jaehaera Targaryen, Lucerys Velaryon, Joffrey Velaryon, Aegon iii, Viserys Targaryen ii, Rhaenyra Targaryen, Alicent Hightower

Word count: 6.6k (oops)

The fuzzy feelings disappeared by late afternoon. A bright side was that I was absolutely starving when dinner time came. When I stood from my bed, I found I still had no pain. It was great to be able to walk across the room in less than five minutes.

I met Ser Erryk just outside my room. He greeted me as he always did, cheerful and just seemingly grateful. He spoke to me of the apparent menu for the night. We were to have braised goose with roasted chestnuts and cabbage.

“You like goose?” I asked him as we walked.

“I do, princess. It is greasy, so unappealing to some. I believe your mother is among them,” he said, smiling at me.

“It was a joke of sorts, between her and my father. A discussion they had before they were married. She likes to have it every so often as a way to remember him,” I told him.

It was true enough. The reason why Ser Laenor was who claimed us was apparent to me when I thought of him. He was never without the company of a male companion. When we first went to Dragonstone, he brought a young knight. Joffrey is named after a knight he knew in his youth, whose death devastated him in unimaginable ways. He loved them both deeply and in a way he could never love Mother.

It was known to her before they married, so when she spoke to him of the marriage, she assured him it would not impose on his life. She equated it to taste, saying like her, he preferred roast duck to goose. There was nothing wrong with that. Some people just like things and that was that.

After his death, I found Mother would request goose for our dinner. When I pointed out that he had never picked it out himself, she told me that was the point. The goose was meant to represent their effort in marriage, and for her it was a way to honor him. She had so much love for him, and he for her, even if it was not the type of love she shared with my blood father or even Daemon.

I truly believe they were soulmates. Most believed that soulmates were romantic, that it always ended with love and sex and all those things that made people gooey inside. There was not a person alive, though, that could convince me Mother and Laenor did not belong together in life even though they were not in love. You cannot have a best friend like that and tell me that the gods did not design you for that person.

Often I think how there was nobody better than Laenor to have been with her. Yes, my father and her loved one another in a way most wouldn’t understand. Yes, Daemon seems an equal match for her now. And yes, Laenor had loved his male companions the way he perhaps should’ve loved the one he married. But they understood each other on a fundamental level. They never begrudged one another, never showed anything to us that wasn’t pure love and respect for not only us but one another. Even if it were not romantic love, they were made to love each other.

“Ser Laenor was a good man. I think he would be proud of who you are,” he told me. “I truly believe that.”

Sometimes I didn’t know how to feel about Ser Laenor. He was not my blood. His opinions on me truly held no bearing in the grand scheme of things, as he was never who I had to impress. My inheritance would’ve never come from him.

But anytime I heard he would be proud of me, I wanted to beg for more. Blood or not he was my father. He was the man who claimed me. He loved me. How could I not want him to be proud of me?

“Thank you, Ser Erryk. I appreciate it,” I whispered, trying to not let my voice crack under the emotion.

We continued walking along without speaking any further. I could hear music and laughter as we approached the Small Hall. Don’t let the name fool you, though. Located in the Tower of the Hand, it had to be smaller than the Great Hall where the Throne sat, but this hall still held over two hundred people if so desired. With a family so large, it made sense to have our dinners here.

Erryk went to open the door but I reached out my hand to grab his before he could. The sounds of the ones I love being happy on the other side of this door terrified me. We were all mostly happy that night, the night I disappeared. At least we were for a moment in time.

My finger tips went numb and my bottom lip was trembling. It had been hard enough just being alone with those I’ve had time with already. But to see all of them, all at once, felt like it was an impossible task.

I had yet to speak to any of my brothers other than Jace. Trying to face the very distinct possibility of Little Aegon and Viserys disliking me felt like my stomach was being tied in knots. Joffrey was fourteen now, what if he didn’t like me either? Or if Luke was angry with me, somehow blaming me for being gone, I don’t think I could take it.

So much time had been lost. I was newly eighteen when I disappeared, now Jace and I were fast approaching twenty four. Aemond had been nineteen, Helaena twenty, Aegon twenty two, and Luke just fifteen. We all had so much time together. But Joffrey had only been nine, Little Aegon four, and Viserys only two. I had missed such a grand portion of their lives, even more when thinking of the year I was in King’s Landing beforehand, I didn’t think I could fit.

“We can go back if you wish,” Erryk said quietly to me. “I will make some excuse as to why you remain in your rooms. They needn’t know.”

“What kind of person is scared of their family for no reason?” I whispered to him, looking at him as a tear slowly rolled down my cheek.

It would maybe make sense if they had been terrible to me. But even the worst among them treated me as though I was golden. Alicent, who had undoubtedly been abhorrent to Mother and my brothers to the point she demanded all of us be brought to her when Mother was fresh from her labors, had loved me. I could distinctly remember sitting on her lap as a small child while my grandsire told Jace and I about the Kingdoms the would one day be ours.

“The first time Arryk and I went home after we were appointed to the Kingsguard, I was certain our parents would shut the door in our face,” he told me. “How could they not? I mean we were the only two heirs to our house and we both took an oath that forbade us from having lands, having a wife, having children. We effectively ended our house with us. But all our parents cared about was that we were happy and safe. It is not a ridiculous notion to fear what we do not know. Yet you cannot let your fears keep you from them.”

I could not look him in the eye. Part of me was so ashamed to feel as scared that I did. To me, it was a ridiculous notion. I’m the blood of the dragon, how could I fear anything?

He put his other hand over top mine, that still held onto him like my life depended on it. That was what let me meet his gaze. He truly looked at me with nothing but kindness in his eyes.

“When you were a girl, it is not that you were fearless. It is that you have always loved so fiercely your own fears did not stop you. When you sabotaged the soil stores so that the garden bugs would not die, you faced your mother, Queen Alicent, and your grandsire with tears in your eyes. You were scared of being in trouble, of having done something wrong. Even so, you held Helaena’s hand and explained why you did it. The night of Aemond’s injury, you were scared to anger everyone in explaining what happened. Yet, what mattered to you was the truth and so you told the truth,” he explained to me. “I offer again that I can take you back to your room and I will tell them you were not feeling well.”

The faith he had in the person I am felt comforting. At least there was one person who knew truly who I am. He had no reason to make me fit a certain mold. It was not like with Aemond or Jace in which he needed me to be this perfect representation of a person. He did not need me to understand the darkest parts of him like Aegon did. It was truly like he was a friend.

“Do not stray far from me,” I said quietly to him.

Releasing his hand, I stood straight and readied myself. He opened the door and stood to the side.

When I stepped into the room, for a moment nobody really noticed me and I just got to watch. Viserys, Little Aegon, and Maelor were all running around the room in a game. Mother and Alicent were speaking to one another, smiling. Jaehaerys and Jaehaera were animatedly discussing something with Aemond and Helaena. Luke, Jace, and Aegon were all hunched over the table as they laughed about something. Joffrey was in the corner of the room sneaking a little cake.

They were all so happy. Was this truly what it was like all the time now? Had the wounds of the past been so forgotten we could live like this?

Surprisingly, the first to notice me was Jaehaera. She very obviously lit up upon seeing me and got up from her chair near immediately. Wasting no time, she went to the empty chair in between Mother and Alicent and grabbed a bouquet of flowers that had sat in it. It was then others took notice of her movements and all their eyes shifted from her to me.

When I began feeling the fear bubbling up inside me again and my fingertips once again felt numb, I just focused on Jaehaera. This little girl who was so happy when she noticed me, a little girl I adored so much, was now running to me with these flowers in her hand. They were a pretty assortment, consisting peonies, tulips, and lilies.

“Mumma says you like flowers so I picked the prettiest ones,” she said happily when she stopped in front of me. She very proudly held out her bouquet so that I could admire her work.

I smiled softly at Jaehaera as tears welled up in my eyes. “They are lovely, thank you little one,” I said in a voice that was barely above a whisper. Carefully I took the bouquet from her and held it in my hands.

They were not flawless flowers. One of the peonies had not fully bloomed while another had already begun to lose its petals. The lilies had been slightly crushed against the weight of the other flowers. I noticed the tulips had little teeny insects crawling around on them, which Helaena and her children no doubt saw as an added benefit, and as such there were teeny holes in some of the petals. But there was not enough gold in the world that could convince me to rid myself of this bouquet. Despite the flaws, I could not think of it as anything less than perfect. Erryk took them in his own hand before he arranged for a serving girl to take them to my room and put them in water.

She took my hand in hers and began pulling me along to the table. Even in her excitement, she also seemed to be careful with me like everyone else had been.

“Do you want to sit next to me??” Jaehaerys said loudly when I was in arms reach of the table. It caused Jaehaera to stop her path, therefore stopping me.

“Inside voice, bubba,” Jaehaera said softly to him before looking at me. “Excuse him. He forgets we all have ears.”

“That’s okay, Luke was like that too when he was little,” I said to her. It caused them both to grin from ear to ear.

“Did you hear that Jae Jae? I’m like Luke,” he said, noticeably quieter this time, but just as excitedly.

“I am just glad someone else knows about brothers,” Jaehaera said with a giggle.

“I would like to point out that I had no choice but to be loud to make sure I was heard over Jace’s big mouth,” Luke said as he stood from his seat.

When Luke stood I realized he was taller than me. Not near as tall as Aegon, but a noticeable few inches. It caused a great stirring of emotions in my chest. I had anticipated my brothers growing taller than me, in fact it surprised me that Jace was only my height and not taller. Yet, not being here to notice it happening caused an ache.

Especially with Luke. He was only three years younger than me, so I did not remember his birth or his little years quite like I remembered Joffrey’s, Little Aegon’s, or Viserys’. That didn’t keep me from remembering bits and pieces, though. Like, I used to help Mother pick out the clothes he wore as a baby as though he was a doll. I snuck out of bed one night when he was a newborn so that I could sleep next to his cradle. I could remember the first time he got sick and, instead of going to Mother and Laenor, he crawled into bed between Jace and I and leaked snot all over my chest.

The bad parts, the good parts, all of it was not something I would trade for the world. Despite having more conscious thoughts when the younger three were babies, Luke was my baby. To me there was nobody better. He was as good and pure as a person could get. If Mother thought I was the best parts of both my fathers, Luke was the best parts of me. He was every good thing in this world rolled into the sweetest package.

“Now you can’t hold sweets over my head and keep me from getting them,” he said playfully.

“No, but I can still sit on your head until you cry,” I responded. My own ear to ear grin spread across my face. I did not care that it hurt my lip as the skin stretched. Luke was worth it.

“I cried one time! You were crushing my ear!” he defended adamantly.

“I maintain to this day that you should not have taken my book,” I told him with a shrug.

“Hadn’t he already handed it back to you when you sat on him?” Jace asked me.

“I don’t recall asking for your input, Jace,” I said quickly causing Luke to laugh.

Luke was truly a man now. His laugh was deeper, as was his voice. He was twenty now and by no means could he be confused as a child.

He wrapped his arms around me in a near bone crushing hug. Even with the pain shooting through my ribs, I could not ask him to ease up. The world felt right the moment he hugged me. Like the years had not passed without me.

I noticed he smelled like the sea. Salt water and open sky, with just a trace of the smell of the wood the ships were made of. If I had to guess, he spent a lot of time in Driftmark now, preparing himself for when Grandsire Corlys was no longer able to hold the Driftwood Throne. When he was little and we suffered the loss of both Ser Harwin and our Aunt Laena, he feared becoming Lord of Driftmark as he knew the death that would precede that moment. If he had been able to move past that fear, I was grateful.

“Are you a sailor now?” I asked as I pulled back from him.

“Only sometimes. Grandsire has spent two years teaching me how to,” he answered. He had a shy, goofy little smile on his face.

“And I would imagine he regales you with stories of the Velaryon blood ruling the seas every moment of it,” I joked.

“Would he be him if he weren’t the proudest man alive?” he asked.

My three Velaryon brothers and Mother all chuckled at that. Genuinely speaking I could not think of a prouder man alive. Our grandfather had held House Velaryon miles above any house, including Targaryens. I think it was because the Targaryens were dragonlords making him think we were handed power, whereas Velaryons seemed to build everything themselves. There was a pride to be held in that, of course. But Westeros was not conquered by shipmasters, now was it?

With this laughter, I took a moment to look around, turning around the room, and settling to look at Joffrey. Fourteen certainly was not the age of a man but compared to the nine year old I left behind he might as well have been. My little Joffrey, whose birth was the first I truly remember, making the three of us older ones so excited. We were downright annoying when it came to him.

Jace had decided we needed to pick the egg for him ourselves. Without uttering a word to anyone, we snuck away from the dragonkeeper charged in teaching us our lesson that day and delved far into the Dragonpit. Luke excitedly picked the egg from one of Syrax’s clutches. As the three of us had been given one, with only mine not hatching, we had to give the baby an egg that came from Mother’s dragon. Our father found us as we were trying to carry the red hot cauldron to the Keep. With his help, and the enlisted help of a few keepers, we awaited the arrival of the baby eagerly.

We took turns stoking the flames underneath it to keep it warm while we waited for Mother. And when she returned, followed closely by Laenor with the baby boy in hand, Luke and Jace both desperately wanted to get close to him. Laenor and father had to practically bat them away so that our baby brother could meet our father.

For myself, I can only remember looking at my perfect family. While in that moment I had not been told the truth of my birth, I knew. It was not so much a moment of realization that none of my brothers or I looked like Laenor, instead favoring Mother’s sworn shield. It was not even hearing the rumors and embodying them as a sort of self fulfilling prophecy. No, all it took was me seeing how Laenor yielded in that moment to Harwin and seeing the way this mountain of a man became so soft when gazing upon Joffrey for me to know. He was a man who was granted love in undeniable ways and he was a part of our family.

Joffrey looked the most like our father. The four of us all had his hair color and his complexion, of course. Jace and I got his eyes, according to Mother, and I could agree. The colors were the same on all four of us, yet we got the shape. I could see on Jace the little crinkles in the corners that our father had. Luke had his smile to the point that when our father died, I desperately worked to make Luke smile for days so that I could feel the embrace of the man who created me. Yet Joffrey had it all. His eyes, his nose, his smile, even the height and bulk of him. There were traces of Mother, like in the angles of his jawline or the placement of his cheekbones. But one could be forgiven if they thought Harwin Strong walked the halls of the Red Keep again when seeing Joffrey.

How cruelly ironic. The one who only got a few meetings with our father was the one who looked to be a trueborn Strong and not the dirty little secret I always felt like. The one who would never know our father or Laenor and the way they both loved us, who was robbed of the perfect family I loved so much, was everything I begged to be. A perfect embodiment of the father I prayed returned to me sat before me in the form of the last of his children.

“Joffrey, I believe Y/N would appreciate if you could come closer,” Aemond’s voice said from somewhere out of my view. I believed he may be behind me, with Jaehaera on my left and Luke still to my right. I could not be bothered to check.

Joffrey nodded and placed the sweet down on a nearby table before walking closer to me. He wiped his hands against his pants, highlighting to me that he was wearing Targaryen colors of black and not Velaryon ones. I could see the crumbs fall to the floor as he walked. It was almost enough to make me laugh.

“Have you been so short your entire life?” he asked when he stood in front of me. He was taller than Aemond even, wider around the middle, broader along the shoulders than Jace. It was terrifying when one realized most of that was probably muscle, and most likely he had more growing to do.

“I would like to point out I am perfectly normal height,” I said, huffing a bit. “You are just tall.”

“To you. To me, you are short. Perspective, sissy,” he said.

My heart caught in my throat. It wasn’t that I had anticipated him to forget me or all the time I had spent teaching him of the world. But hearing him call me sissy and confirming that I still had a place in his heart made my own ache in unexpected ways.

Wrapping my arms around his middle, I pulled him into a tight hug. It was a hug he returned eagerly, holding me as tight as I held him. Just as with Luke, I couldn’t be bothered to care about any of the pain coursing through my body.

Luke and Joffrey had so much of me in them. Luke was my baby and Joffrey was my sidekick. Where one clung to me the other did just the same. For the longest time you could not find me without them. I did everything for them to ensure their lives. Luke and I spent hours just standing on the deck of our ship so that I could help him overcome his fear of the sea. I was the one who taught Joffrey to read, and then taught him as much as I could of politics and history. Both of them spent so much time with me in the gardens of Dragonstone as I tended to the flowers.

When I finally convinced myself that I could let go without him disappearing, I pulled away from his hold. Concern drew itself onto his face. If the empty yet extraordinarily heavy feeling in my head and the fire spreading through my chest had caused me to look as I felt in this moment, I would imagine I’d look much the same as he did. In truth I could not care to look at everyone else. Leaning forward to lean against Joffrey, I tried to steady my breathing.

“Let’s sit you down,” Luke whispered from behind me. I can only assume I nodded as he and Joffrey both supported me to sit me in the chair between Alicent and Mother. The last note of music that filled the room just moments ago echoed from every wall before the room fell into silence.

“Y/N, you mustn’t overdo it, sweet girl,” Mother said quietly, pressing a cooled rag to my head.

“I couldn’t tell them to stop, mama. My babies still love me,” I whispered to her, gripping her wrist to still her hand. The suddenness of my movement caused me a blinding flash of burning pain.

“Perhaps we should order some milk of the poppy,” Alicent suggested, looking between Mother and me.

“No, no,” I begged her, tears springing to my eyes.

Let me be clear and say I understand the benefits of the medicine. It is extremely effective in easing pain and in large enough quantities, could incapacitate an entire Dothraki horde. Though I dare anyone to watch their grandfather wither to be but a living, skin covered skeleton and he can’t even acknowledge his breathing because he is so addled by the shit.

I am not stupid enough to think back on his life and legacy and think him a good King nor even a good father. But I do know, factually know, that he was a man who loved his family dearly. A man who was taken advantage of in his deepest grief and never fixed the mistakes made in those times. A man who deserved more than to die so slowly while his brain, his very capable and beautiful brain, wasted away because of the only treatment for his pain.

When you watch a man go from being able to tell you about the Kingdom he loves, that one day you will rule, to not even being able to remember your existence, it changes things. When you watch him become so frail and thin that being turned the wrong way breaks his bones, yet remain so puffy under the eye and in his fingertips because of the poison, you may refuse it too. His younger children may not have cared, of that I will not speak on. But I cared, and it terrified me.

Would he have been in so much pain constantly if he hadn’t taken it so regularly? What if he was being treated for an ailment that was caused by milk of the poppy? And if that was true, how much would it take before I could not exist without it?

“Y/N, you cannot live in this pain,” Mother said to me.

“I cannot live like that,” I corrected her.

“Your grandsire was very sick for a long time, you will heal in mere weeks. But you cannot heal if you live in this pain,” Alicent said. Her voice was just as quiet and soothing as Mother’s as she petted my hair.

Very slowly, I adjusted my body in my chair to look to Aegon. He was watching me with silent tears in his eyes. But when our wet gazes locked together he understood what I needed. He did not need anything else from me. He understood my pain as I did his.

After pushing himself to a stand from his seat, he wasted no time in getting to my side. All the while he was reaching in his sleeve to pull out the pouch with the biscuits. Within a moment he was by my side, kneeling to be able to look up at my face.

“Stars?” he asked me. It took me less than half a breath to know he was asking how severe my pain, if it was enough to make me see stars. He knew it went beyond feeling knives in my body but he could not tell further.

“Lightning,” I muttered to him.

He had once theorized the lightning that extended from the sky during the worst of storms would be the most painful thing to be hit by. It was on a late night adventure, one that quickly turned into a two day adventure, that he had dragged me on not long before I had Vhaela. We mounted Sunfyre together and flew to Harrenhal. Quick enough flying on Sunfyre, though it took nearly all night. When we had arrived, a storm had come overhead, and we watched as lightning struck the large castle no less than three times. The stone was surprisingly mostly unscathed, save for the burn marks permanently etched on its side. When we spoke of a human withstanding just one strike, he said you’d nearly die from the pain alone.

It was how I knew he would understand. This was not the pain I experienced falling from my bed when I was six. This was a burning, pulsating pain that caused me to lose parts of my sight. A pain so severe I could not breathe properly.

He helped me eat a significant bit more than what I had earlier. Mainly because every time I moved myself I was hit with another flash of pain. It was just easier to allow his help.

“The larger portion may not quicken the effects but it will help manage your pain better,” he said quietly to me. “Tell me what I can do in the meanwhile.”

“Stay right here and have everyone return to their joy,” I whispered to him as I took his hand. “At the least I wish to see everyone smile.”

He nodded softly and looked to Alicent. Within a few minutes, the music started back up and not long after that the chatter started up again. I would have to be oblivious to not notice the worried looks Mother and Alicent still gave me. Though those looks were nothing compared to the way Aemond and Jace were glaring at Aegon.

Genuinely speaking, it was a lot like watching children. It was as though Aemond and Jace had never once considered that anyone else would want to play their game. They only considered each other and knew what to expect from them. But now they viewed Aegon as a competitor.

Was Aegon a competitor? Sure he had said earlier how he loved me, that I was the only woman he loved. But he did not put his hand forward. He did not express a desire to be with me despite the love he held for me. I could no more count him as a contender for my heart as I could Ser Erryk.

Where Aemond and Jace looked on at him in anger, Aegon paid no mind. His eyes were focused solely on me. And every time I met his gaze, I gave him a small squeeze in the hand.

Six songs passed before I felt any relief. At first it wasn’t noticed until I could take a full breath. It was when I turned my head to watch as the food was brought in that it became clear that I could now manage. It seemed it became clear to Aegon, too, as he left my side and took his place back across from Luke.

Luke, Jace, and Aegon took the seats on the end of the table nearest the windows. Luke and Aegon on the very end, Jace beside Aegon. Joffrey took a spot next to Luke. Then beside Joffrey sat Aemond, and beside Jace there was Helaena. Next to Aemond was Alicent, with Jaehaera across from her. Then you had me and I was sat across from Jaehaerys. To my right was Mother, and across from her sat Maelor. There was two empty seats on Mother’s other side, and across from them was Little Aegon and Viserys. Then a singular chair that looked down the whole of the table sat on the very end, also empty, and that was closest to the kitchen.

Alicent lead us all in prayer. Truthfully, I probably should’ve paid more mind to the words she was saying. It mattered a lot to her, Helaena, and even Aemond. Yet, when I looked down the table and saw Aegon watching my every move, every thought from my head left. So instead, I looked directly at my plate.

The juices that flowed from the goose glistened in the candlelight that danced against every surface in stunning opposition to how the dark gravy absorbed light. The cabbage and roasted chestnuts sat to the side of it, looking decently appealing on their own. There was a basket of bread placed down for every four people. All of the adults, save Aegon and I, had a large cup of wine sitting in front of them. If Aegon and the children had the same as me, we all had water. Once Alicent was done saying her prayers, the only sound to be heard was all of us eating our food.

It was delicious. Though it was not a surprise to me, as the cooks here in King’s Landing had always been phenomenal. Maybe it was the fuzziness in my head that made it more apparent. Yet, it seemed more complex than normal. The meat was almost sweeter, the gravy with a level of saltiness that counteracted it perfectly. The chestnuts were almost like velvet in my mouth, creating a feeling akin to butter. Even cabbage, that I normally did not like, was something I would pick again and again.

“Did you try to come back?” A small voice asked. I looked up, only to see Viserys staring at me.

“Viserys,” Mother said firmly. It was her warning tone. Perhaps she did not think it proper for him to question me.

“I can’t remember,” I said quietly. “But I cannot imagine a reality in which I did not fight to return back to you all.”

“Is that why you are all beat up?” Little Aegon asked me.

“Aegon,” Mother said with the same firmness. I reached to take her hand in mine and gave it a small squeeze. She needed to understand that they were allowed to ask me, I could not fault them for being confused.

“Possibly. But I do not remember,” I told him.

“Do you remember anything?” they both asked at the same time.

“Not from when I was gone, no,” I whispered. “But I remember before I was gone. I remember loving the two of you so much. I am sorry I disappeared, and I am sorry that you both grew up without me.”

All of that was mostly true. I hated my disappearance, as it did take me away from everyone I loved. Yet to say I do not remember anything from the time I was gone may not be true.

In my thoughts, I could wade through the fog that the biscuit causes. Only in this feeling did I get any information from my brain. When I tried desperately to remember the last five years, there were only two things that my mind could conjure up. A glowing vial of shimmering red fire that I am near certain was a potion swirled in and out of my mind’s eye. And there was a distinct feeling loneliness, of knowing that where I existed was not where I belonged.

The shade of red of the potion was eerily familiar. While equating it to fire would be the right way to imagine the way that the liquid flowed, it was poor in grasping the color. One could tell me that someone was able to melt rubies into this vial and I would believe them. That was the only physical thing that was colored correctly.

Until I could explain more or had more answers, I would not say anything. With how desperate Mother and Aemond were for vengeance, giving them half answers could cause more damage that it would repair. It was not worth it.

“Do you want to come to our dragon lessons tomorrow?” Little Aegon asked.

Unable to verbalize my answer, I nodded. Spending time with my two littlest brothers felt like exactly what I needed. They may not be quite sure about me at all, but they were willing to give me a chance. I suppose that is all I could ask for.

The sound of a chair scraping against the stone floor brought my attention to the left side of the table. Aemond stood with his cup raised. My jaw tightened. The last time he gave a toast, he managed to call my brothers bastards while ignoring that it meant I too was a bastard. It caused a fight to break out, with Jace punching Aemond and Aegon slamming Luke into the table. I was not wanting a repeat and I doubt anyone else did.

“A toast,” Aemond said. “To the return of Ali. The Keep had truly existed in a darkness without you.”

A heat rose to my cheeks with his words. It was tame, I suppose, with what he could say. Although, I do wish he would just have not brought any further attention to me. I don’t think I would be able to say anything to him though.

“I wish to take this moment to make it clear,” he said. As always there was a confidence he held that I couldn’t shake. “Byka zaldrīzes, no longer do I wish to hide my affections. It is here and now that I am declaring my intention to marry you.”

My heart started skipping beats. While he had said it aloud to me, he had not voiced it to anyone else. And it wasn’t entirely like it was a secret, as he had always been rather obvious. With this declaration there was no longer a doubt about where I stood with him.

Jace stood up quickly, slamming his hands on the table as he did so. “She is my twin, Aemond, my betrothed. You do not get to decide such a thing,” he said angrily.

Aegon grabbed Jace’s shoulder and pulled him back into a sitting position. I was aware of Aemond smirking as he watched Jace. Leave it to him to make this a little game, a game which he is certain he will win.

“It is not your decision, either,” Aegon told him as though he were spitting poison at him. My jaw dropped slightly. It was not usual that I saw him actually angry.

“And you think you get any say?” Aemond asked his older brother.

“I think the two of you are so focused on this pissing contest that’s been going on since we were children you fail to realize that she is hurt,” Aegon shouted, standing up. Despite being shorter than Aemond and not as broad as Jace, he somehow made himself look larger. He made himself an unmoving force.

“I better than anyone know that she is hurt,” Aemond said darkly, to which Jace voiced the same sentiment.

“Are you both so truly lost in your desires that you are ignoring the anguish she is in? She caused herself so much pain she was barely conscious just so she could feel as though she still has a place! Do not pretend this is about anyone other than the two of you,” Aegon shouted.

“And what of you? What is your plan, dear brother?” Aemond asked, moving himself to appear larger.

The difference between them in this moment was fascinating. Aemond wanted to prove his dominance. He felt he had some claim to me just because of the love he and I share. With Aegon, though, it was because he wanted to prove nothing more than he was capable of protecting me.

Aegon turned to look at me. I could see him ease up almost immediately. It was like just the sight of me was enough to calm him.

“I am here however you choose to have me,” he said softly, addressing me directly.

[somestorythoughts]

What kind of soul do you have?

Star Wars AU (or Star Trek or LOTR or something DnD, basically this works for anything where multiple sentient species are running around) where pretty much everyone has an apparent soul but every species has something different.

Since I am experiencing Star Wars brain rot I will use that for examples:

Humans have daemons a la Golden Compass.

Twi'leks as a species take "the eyes are windows to the soul" literally.

Kel Door's (I like that's Plo Koon's species) don't have soulmates but they do have soulmarks that represent them.

Kaminoans have auras that exist on a wavelength they can see but humans can't.

Nautolians' souls are shaped like them and follow them like a ghost.

Someone's soul glows abstract patterns in their skin. No one knows what's up with Yoda's species. There's an avian species somewhere who's soul is something they sing. Other's carry their souls in their hands.

Even when two species have similar souls the rules will be different so that no 2 species have the exact same thing going on. Kaminoan's aren't the only ones with "auras", but the other species has their's in a completely different wavelength and they can't actually see each other's souls. There's a hundred ways to carry your soul in your hand but everyone who can is terrified of loosing it. One species has 2 shadows, 1 is the soul and one is the regular shadow, but three systems away someone else's shadows are their souls.

There's one species that says they don't have souls. No one's sure if they're telling the truth but everyone's a little spooked.

Someone who's got multiple species in their ancestry will have a soul that follows the rules of one of those species, but no one knows what determines which rules their souls follow.

[phantomworkings]

the Steddie soulmate AU thing

ok so in a previous post I like woke up and came up with the idea of like soulmate creatures because I thought it would be cool.

Originally I was going to have it where the creatures where monsters of sorts, so people typically ended up with some fantasy creature like a unicorn, dragons, gargoyles etc. and everyone pretty much expected that. cut to '83. Steves soul monster creature thing was a large bat, he thought it was a weird monster bat and didn't put much thought to its appearance.

Once he fights the demo-gorgon with Nancy and Jonathon he really takes in the bat after a nightmare, how its face opens slightly, its skin having a similar look and so on. So he's freaking out cuz 'oh shit, my soulmate is related to that weird monster I fought.'

this takes some time getting used to everything as he can't really bare to look at the creature sometimes, especially after bad nights.

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Now like the added 'details'

the creatures generally relate to how you end up meeting your soulmate/begin to feel things for the other person.

this means finding soulmates are extremely rare and sometimes unheard of as theres no real tell tale signs to begin with.

the monsters have a mind of their own but stick near to their person typically (imagine Daemons sort of style but they represent your soulmates I guess??)

this could follow how the monsters feel the soulmates pain, so if your soulmates say, getting eaten by demobats then your monster is in pain with wounds getting torn into it.

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if anyone wants to ask anything about this like go ahead, i'm no writer but I have ideas lmao

[dragonseeds]

what is your opinion about the relationship between rhaenyra and alicent?

oh they’re so interesting to me! i think their relationship is just as tangled up and incestuous as anything that the consanguineous targs who marry or fuck or fall in love have going on. they grew up together like sisters (rhaenyra calls her sister in 1x04 and she’s out there lying for her life but i do think she means it), yet there is a sweetly romantic undercurrent to them too. i don’t think either of them truly understood it in that way, or would describe it as such, but it’s there. then alicent becomes her stepmother, the mother of her siblings, and that adds another dimension to what they are to each other. the way alicent fixates on rhaenyra’s body/sexual behavior specifically reads as incestuous to me because she acts like a parent (a mother, an older sister forced into that role or u know… my father lol) trying to correct perceived flaws in their daughter’s behavior in horribly damaging ways, but there’s so much more going on there—like there’s obviously redirected anger mixed with patriarchal and religious indoctrination, as well as about nine thousand permutations of jealousy.

alicent’s trauma can’t be overstated—she’s been through so much and for what? so her father (her family) could have his (their) blood sit the iron throne? so viserys could have a son he can’t love?—but i think she also did very real damage to rhaenyra during the time skip. that’s how i rationalize the extent to which adult rhaenyra feels muted and desperate—it doesn’t feel like just natural maturity to me idk i read trauma into it, especially the way rhaenyra adjusts herself when she notices alicent watching her. emma’s body language conveys so much about rhaenyra’s anxiety and shame to me.

but like. they’ve both hurt each other in so many ways by refusing to/being unable to see each other. so i think things get super toxic insane messy between them for a while, but it’s so clear that they could’ve reconciled. the love was still there, the tenderness and the sweetness, but that aspect of their relationship only becomes really interesting and important to me in 1x08 when they have it again for like a second, a dinner, a touch of their hands, before they lose the last chance of ever getting it back. it was right there, it was so close! but they can’t ever have it back because what that love represents—innocence, childhood, hope, all of that—is gone. you can’t go back. rhaenyra has so much love in her life from her children and from daemon too (fucked as that may be: this is what it is to be targaryen) that she’s been able to heal as much as she can, but alicent is trapped in the red keep which is actual hell. she’s stuck there: she can’t go back and she can’t move on or begin to heal. she’s forever a girl being sent into a room she doesn’t want to go in, looking out the window of her cage, even if she wields real power as queen.

i’m equally frustrated by and obsessed with all of that and i want them to have sad sad sweet saddd fucked up kind of hate but also loving sex after rhaenyra takes king’s landing. obviously this will never happen lol i maybe be stupid but. even if i thought the writers would actually go there, alicent is deeply sexually traumatized and, while i personally think she’s in love with rhaenyra and have the most fun with that interpretation, i still don’t think she realizes that or would be able to think of it in that way. rhaenyra is also very much in love with daemon in an extremely codependent way and i think they’re genuine soulmate level more myself than i am going to be the death of each other inextricable so. that complicates things, but if we’re being honest…. not as much as it would if this were a different family asdfkdgkj

[aella-targaryen]

Genuine question to one of your previous anons. Where did you read that the showrunner said that Daemon doesn't care for Rhaenyra? Because I haven't seen anyone say that. Even with that scene in the finale, no one has denied that they love each other. Even Sara Hess did a 180 and said that they have an almost primal connection and that saying that they love each other is an understatement.

Dear anon:

I think my anon was referring to how Daemon was directed during the ep. 10, I think the direction of the episode made a lot of people think that Daemon doesn't care about anyone, and I really can't blame them 😔 because almost all the rationality of the character went to hell in that episode, except in the end.

People don't have to see extra content from the show or get explanations from the episode directors to understand the characters. If those explanations weren't well represented in the episodes, then the fault lies with the show's directors and writers, not the viewer 👁

But you're right, Daemon and Rhaenyra have been said by everyone involved in the creation of the series to be soulmates 💕🥺

[bifairywife]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you’ve written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ♥️

thank you @river9noble for the tag!!

links all direct to the fic on ao3 ~

fandoms included are: winx club, dc comics, disney's encanto, and genshin impact

ships included are: floriven, jaysteph, doloriano, and alberose

1. where the daisies grow - winx club (flora and riven) - WC: 5.2k

in the mood for childhood (best)friends? witness said friendship forming as they have wholesome moments when they're bonding? fluff and angst? well this fic is my pride and joy, i can proudly say that all of my friends that i shared this to wept and yelled at me hahasdfshaja. warning for the sad ending but overall, it's a cathartic experience 💕

2. only you darling, only you babe - dc comics (stephanie brown and jason todd) - WC: 2.4k

i love it when a guy is so deeply in love and devoted to a girl so i have created this beauty 😌

part 2 is out and i'm lowkey considering making a part 3 (it's on the perspective of a batfam member that witnessed jaysteph over the years)

3. canine lovin’ - dc comics (stephanie brown and jason todd) - WC: 7.7k

this one is my first ever soulmate au (with the use of daemons or, in my fic, lienmaux - they're animal companions that represent one's soulmate). i'm very proud of the how i weaved canon with the events here 👉👈

4. the moments we share - disney’s encanto (dolores madrigal and mariano guzmán) - WC: 5.3k

aside from my jaysteph agenda for wfa series, my friends have told me that i have a talent for "missing scenes" fic. i love dolores so much and i wished the movie at least gave a small piece of flashback scene(s) for dolores and mariano, soooo i made this

encanto series i'm waiting for youu~

5. of glass hearts and iron lungs - genshin impact (sucrose and albedo) - WC: 1.5k

I WILL BE FOREVER BITTER THAT THEY DIDN'T UTILIZE SUCROSE MORE IN THAT ALBEDO EVENT - MY BEST MINTY GIRL DESERVES TO BE MORE INVOLVED IN LORE AND EVENTS GDI

i am literally crawling for alberose crumbs on canon 😭 and the angst potential they could've SQUEEZED out of this pains me so much that it won't leave me alone and then this fic was born

tag time!! (no pressure btw) @thefoghaslifted @hollie47 @wardinpanties @river9noble (you got a lotta works hehe ;3)

annnnd any other moots or people that see this, feel free to add your stuff, this is a free invitation for self-love on your work/s <33

[shad0w-ink]

YES HELLO, IT IS I. I know I’ve been gone for a long while, but school has been kicking ya boy’s butt and I am really exhausted for no reason all the time, and I can only focus enough to play videogames(and I don’t even have the energy to play that often), I can’t even draw as much as I did before... but anyway.

SOUL-ANIMAL AU

here we go. So in this soulmate AU you have a soul-animal/companion that is supposed to represent your soulmate, this is also a modern!AU, wether or not there is magic is another question. BUT ANYWAY, I’m assuming y’all know how a soul-animal AU works, I guess theyre kinda like Daemons, but...u have the Daemon from your soulmate...does that make sense ??

Arthur is an ex-businessman who opened up his own coffe-shop/cafe and is trying to learn how to cook with the help of his soul-animal Midnight, who gives him the judgy eyes every time he makes mistakes.

Merlin is the artist who does all the decoration and the designs for the cafe, for the cafe’s website, for the menu, everything. And along with him there’s always Sol, the big Golden Retriever with a grumpy face, at least he’s grumpy around other people, not Merlin.

[fallenqueen2]

Seeing The Unseen [NaruShika]

When Naruto and Shikamaru turn 16, they gain the ability to see their soulmate’s Daemon.

Ao3 Link

Naruto was jolted out of his sleep by something heavy landing on his chest. Naruto was a second away from jumping up onto his feet, hand curled his Kunai ready for the attack but something stopped him. It wasn’t exactly a concrete feeling, but whatever had just landed on him was safe to every part of him and even the Kyuubi stayed silent, which was rare nowadays as he and Jiraiya were working on accessing his powers.

Naruto opened his eyes and was greeted by the most adorable small jet-black kitten that was curled up on his chest. The kitten was already fast asleep and was gently purring as it rose and fell with the rise and fall of Naruto’s chest.

“Oh,” Naruto whispered as he carefully, slowly cupped his hand around the small kitten and an amazed smile crossed his lips as he gently stroked the soft fur.

“What’s going on brat?” Jiraiya rumbled as he rolled onto his side, eyes blinking slowly to look at his student.

“I…My soulmate’s Daemon.” Naruto was in shock and awe as the kitten slept on unaware of the storm of emotions that it just unlocked inside of the 16-year old.

“Yeah? Congrats kid, what does it look like?” Jiraiya asked curiously as he pushed himself up into a sitting position.

Only the two souls that were meant for each other could see their Daemon’s, well up until the two souls connect and then the Daemon’s would become visible.

Naruto knew that for sure as had been present when Iruka-Sensei had met Kakashi-Sensei and a large silver furred dog with one eye covered and a small brown-furred dog with a scar over its nose came into view, tackling the other happily and both of his Sensei’s had turned a bright red colour as they stared at the other in shock and happiness. Naruto and his team had to a lot of threatening that day, after all, Kakashi-Sensei was a pervert and Iruka-Sensei was amazing, but it seems it turned out okay for them after everything.

“A black kitten, it’s so cute and small,” Naruto said in a shaky voice, as his vision got blurry before he used his free hand to swipe at his eyes.

“Cute and small… What’s wrong kid?” Jiraiya didn’t remember crying when his appeared on his 16th birthday.

“I just… I didn’t think I was going to have a soulmate.” Naruto admitted as he stayed lying down, unwilling to move lest it woke his soulmate’s Daemon up and this all disappeared like a dream.

“What? Why?” Jiraiya was awake now and had a bad feeling in his gut as he watched Naruto stare at his chest with wide, glassy eyes.

“I’m me, a Jinchūriki. I just… I just didn’t think I had one.” Naruto admitted, forcing back the horrid memories of his childhood and all the cruel villagers hurting him, mocking him, telling him that no one would want a monster as a soulmate. Some things he had managed to move past but that one thing, that he wouldn’t have a soulmate, that no one would want him stuck with him.

“Jinchūriki or not, everyone has one. You deserve the happiness that your soulmate can give you, don’t doubt that Naruto.” Jiraiya set his hand on Naruto’s hair, messing it up playfully earning a familiar yelp and pout. Naruto couldn’t help but smile as the kitten on his chest peeled one brown eye and stared at him offended that Naruto had disturbed his sleep.

Naruto cradled the Daemon to his chest as he stood up and giggled as the kitten yawned cutely before scaling his shoulders and plopped down onto his head, making itself comfortable in Naruto’s spiky hair.

“It’s sleeping on my head,” Naruto informed his amused Sensei who was looking at him with fondness that Naruto wasn’t sure was directed at him.

“That makes things easier,” Jiraiya mused before he set about gathering their things up so they could leave.

Naruto lifted his hand and gently scratched the Daemon who purred happily in return and Naruto felt happier and lighter than he had in a very long time.

For days this feeling stayed burning in his chest and his fondness for his soulmate’s lazy Daemon. The kitten barely walked if it could manage to get Naruto to carry him somehow and Naruto would rarely say no, in fact, he fully enjoyed having his soulmate’s Daemon cradled in his arms or draped over his head.

However, when it came time for another session of trying to get the Kyuubi under control, the Daemon was pacing and hissing impatiently from across the clearing as the violent red Chakra whipped around Naruto and the blond fought to control it.

Naruto was only half aware of what was happening as he wrestled for control over the Kyuubi’s angry Chakra and could only dig his newly formed claws into the dirt below him. Jiraiya staggered up from where he hit a tree when one of the tails had lashed out against him.

Naruto, however, became very aware when his soulmate’s Daemon lunged across the clearing towards him and panic bubbled up in his throat at the mere thought of hurting it, hurting his soulmate and getting rejected just as he feared he would be.

His soulmate’s Daemon stood its ground, hair raised on end as it stared down Naruto and the Kyuubi with intense brown eyes. The kitten was suddenly covered in darkness as it shifted and morphed until it was the size of a panther, but the roar it let out was one that rivaled the Kyuubi.

Naruto felt the Kyuubi’s hold on him slip and that was all he needed to yank control back to his side and slam the gates shut between them. Naruto gasped and panted as he collapsed onto the ground, steam rising off of him as the Kyuubi’s Chakra faded away.

Naruto huffed when a familiar tongue touched his cheek and he managed to turn his head to the side to look up at the panther.

“Kage,” Naruto whispered finally deciding on a name and something he had been missing about the kitten, or rather panther cub clicked into place and Naruto passed out with Kage curling around him protectively.

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Shikamaru never really made a big deal of his birthday, but he could honestly say that he would have preferred not to be leaping from tree to tree to avoid some hunter-nin on his heels. Shikamaru had once again become a decoy to lead the hunter-nin away from the rest of his team. Shikamaru wasn’t sure why he had agreed to that if he was being honest, but he didn’t have much time left to think about it.

Shikamaru swore as the branch he was about to land on broke in half thanks to one of the hunter-nin’s blowing it to pieces with a fire Jutsu. Shikamaru twisted in the air and managed to land on his feet on the ground below. Shikamaru took off in a different direction, eyes darting side to side as blurry shapes of the hunter-nin overtook him.

Shikamaru skidded to a stop just as Kunai’s dug into the dirt inches away from his feet.

“It was brave if not suicidal of you to act as a decoy,” one of the hunter-nin called out, respect in his tone even as he and the rest of his team unsheathed their Kanata’s from their backs. Shikamaru winced at the sharp blades and weighed his options. Not many of them were left as he heaved a sigh, tipping his head back to look at the night sky.

Shikamaru was coming to terms with his death on the same day he was born when someplace a clock struck the same time he had been born and the world around Shikamaru shifted.

Shikamaru was shaken off balance and landed harshly on his back as a large cloud of smoke engulfed the area. Shikamaru knew that some Daemon’s liked to make dramatic entrances; it depended on whose soul they were representing. Shikamaru had to assume that his soulmate was extra dramatic as he coughed some smoke out of his lungs.

“Oh my God,” Shikamaru whispered in shock as the smoke was flung away by nine large golden foxtails. The golden furred fox was the size of a mountain at the least and roared angrily at the hunter-nin who took one look at the massive distortion and echo of a roar that Shikamaru’s soulmate’s Daemon and took off into the forest. They knew better than to take on a massive and pissed off Daemon, they may be invisible but they could still touch and hurt those who are a threat.

The giant nine tails grunted in approval before its head turned and easily found Shikamaru. The fox’s tails flared out as if it was preening as Shikamaru stared up at it slack-jawed. Shikamaru’s limbs felt like jello and he refused to try to stand as the Daemon preened and showed off for Shikamaru.

The fox let out an earth-shaking roar before it glowed as bright as the sun and Shikamaru soon had his arms full of a smaller version of the golden nine tails. It purred as it nuzzled against Shikamaru’s cheek, tails swaying happily as Shikamaru held it closer on reflex.

“What?” Shikamaru stared at the now content mini nine tail fox curled up against his chest.

“The Kyuubi, a golden Kyuubi is my soulmate’s Daemon… That means…Naruto?” Shikamaru whispered as the pieces fell into place for him and the fox gave a pleased yip before licking his cheek playfully.

“This is going to be so troublesome, I suppose I should at least give you a name?” Shikamaru felt something warm spread in his chest at the thought that Naruto was his soulmate. Shikamaru gently pet the soft gold fur and felt a smile appear when the fox wiggled happily and blinked up at him with familiar blue eyes, hell even the whisker marks where present.

“Taiyō, the Sun.” Shikamaru decided and Taiyō yipped in approval before it clambered up to settle on Shikamaru’s shoulder, it’s small nine tails curling around his neck like a scarf.

“Let’s go find my team and go home, does that sound good Taiyō?” Shikamaru rose to his feet, glad his limbs had returned to normal and he wasn’t being hunted any longer.

Taiyō chirped and nuzzled his cheek again before turning its blue eyes towards the sky almost forlornly. Shikamaru understood almost at once what Taiyō was feeling as he felt it more often than not, which looking back should have been a major clue to who his soulmate was.

“He’ll be home soon,” Shikamaru patted Taiyō’s head, unsure if his words were truthful or not but he hoped he was right as he took to the tree’s again to meet his team at their pre-set meeting point.

~~/~~

Shikamaru had kept what form his soulmate’s Daemon had taken to himself. He knew most weren’t aware of Naruto housing the Kyuubi and it wasn’t Shikamaru’s place to reveal that. Shikamaru had grown accustomed to Taiyō wrapped around his shoulders and neck like an oversized, affectionate scarf or bouncing around at his side like a hyperactive pup. What Shikamaru hadn’t expected for Taiyō to leap off his shoulder while he was talking with Temari and bite at his pant leg, pulling him intently towards a certain street.

“Whoa, calm down!” Shikamaru muttered as he stumbled after the suddenly excited fox, waving awkwardly at Temari who was watching amused as Shikamaru was dragged away by his soulmate’s Daemon.

“Taiyō, seriously!” Shikamaru warned after he almost fell flat on his face as he was dragged around a corner.

“Kage, come back here! You’re usually so lazy, why are you now running?” A familiar if not deep voice rang out and Shikamaru froze as Naruto came into view. Naruto froze when his eyes landed on Shikamaru at the end of the small street that both of them had been dragged too.

Shikamaru could only blink as Taiyō lunged forward and the air shifted to reveal a small black cub of some sort collided with Taiyō. The two small animals yipping and nuzzling each other happily as they reunited.

“Shikamaru?” Naruto’s voice was quiet and unsure.

“…Welcome home Naruto,” Shikamaru followed Taiyō’s example and went to greet his soulmate.

“You’re… You’re really my soulmate?” Naruto’s voice was shaky as he stared at Shikamaru wide-eyed as Shikamaru stopped in front of him.

“I’ve been waiting for you to come back home for a while,” Shikamaru placed his hand on a whiskered cheek and smiled when Naruto shuddered even as he nuzzled the other’s palm much like Taiyō does.

“I…Yeah, I’m home.” Naruto sounded choked up, but Shikamaru couldn’t blame him, his throat was closing up a bit as well. Having Naruto here was like coming home in every possible way.

Naruto leaned forward and a smile crossed his lips as Shikamaru’s forehead pressed against his and their hands somehow found each other, twining together as their Daemons’ mirrored them and curled around each other finally content and complete.

~~/~~

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[geraltofriviasleftbuttcheek]

in you, i see who i want to be

geraskier | gen | < 1k | soulmate au ft. daemons inspired by @craftgamerzz​ beautiful wonderful aMAZING geraskier soulmates art askdjfa

witchers aren’t meant to have soulmates, they say, and therefore would have no need of a soul companion. witchers have no soul, they say, because they are monsters, and monsters don’t have souls.

happy valentines day~! ♡

( read on ao3 )

Geralt doesn’t remember when the lark appeared.

For most of his life, he’d been without a soul companion—the physical manifestation of a soul that complements one’s own. In other words: a soulmate.

Witchers aren’t meant to have soulmates, they say, and therefore would have no need of a soul companion. Witchers have no soul, they say, because they are monsters, and monsters don’t have souls.

It’s not wholly unfounded. Witchers live long lives, and very few souls in the world are up to the task of being something they need—which is why, when asked, Geralt always says he needs nothing but his horse and his coin.

But it’s not accurate, either. Geralt knows Vesemir to have had a soul companion at a point, though he’d never asked outright. He thinks the companion eventually faded, when his soulmate had passed away, years before Geralt was left on the side of the road for Vesemir to find and bring to Kaer Morhen.

Either way, unfounded or inaccurate or not, Geralt had not had a soul companion for the first many years of his long existence. He hadn’t minded the loneliness, had ignored the empty feeling in his chest when people would laugh together, their soul companions curled by their feet or on their shoulders. It wasn’t something that could be his, and he’d made his peace with it.

Until it could be.

Until it is.

Renfri’s blood has not quite dried on his shirt and the anger of the people of Blaviken is not quite behind him when Geralt notices a small brown bird following him, flying gracefully in the air above his head. At first, he thinks nothing of it, but the longer he and Roach travel, the lark never leaving, he starts to wonder.

To hope.

The emptiness starts to fade, and the loneliness with it, because he isn’t alone now. He talks to it, like he does to Roach, and it becomes a true companion, always with him, always there. It chirps back at him sometimes, as if in answer, and it’s calming, reassuring in a strange but pleasant way.

Geralt wonders what the person it represents is like, if they’re as chatty, as flighty, as loyal. They must be, if the lark is.

Almost two decades later finds him in a tavern in Posada, there to hunt a creature described as a devil that’s started pushing into where it isn’t wanted. He nurses an ale, content and wanting to be left alone with only his alcohol and his lark.

There is a bard playing raunchy songs in a vain attempt to liven up the crowd, but his music draws Geralt’s attention anyway. His lark certainly finds it exciting, if its lively chittering is anything to go by. He watches the dark-haired bard move, steps graceful and light, and when he turns in Geralt’s direction, Geralt’s breath catches at the blue of his bright eyes and the way he pauses for a heartbeat before a smile breaks out over his face.

The bard ends the song to lukewarm applause—more sarcastic than anything—and picks up the food thrown at him, stuffing it in his pants. Geralt moves his eyes back to his ale, a sudden warmth filling his veins, and he forces himself to sit still and not shift uncomfortably like he wants to.

He knows it’s the blue-eyed bard that slides into the chair at his table, and he looks up only when he speaks.

“Oh, such a pretty bird!” he says, and he reaches out fingers to run gently down the lark’s spine.

Geralt opens his mouth to tell him off—one social etiquette rule Geralt knows intrinsically is to never touch another’s soul companion without permission, but he’s a witcher and he doesn’t have a soul companion, according to them—but it’s too late.

The lark just preens at the praise, and Geralt is...confused, then curious. The warm feeling in his chest intensifies, and a thought stirs in the back of his mind.

He finds words wanting off his tongue, so he says, “You’re not supposed to touch a soul companion.”

Blue eyes meet his, sparkling in the afternoon light pouring in from the window, and the bard just gives him a sweet smile. “True,” he agrees, still petting the lark, then adds, knowingly, looking down at his side, “unless they’re your own.”

There it is.

Geralt looks off to the side too, a thickness in his throat, slow heart beating just a little too fast as he sees the wolf lying at the bard’s feet, glowing eyes staring back at him.

A white wolf with gold eyes.

You always know your own soul, Geralt remembers hearing somewhere. The companion is a representation of you, after all, and like knows like, or something to that effect.

“You’re Geralt of Rivia,” the bard says, and Geralt looks back at him. The smile on his face is wide and bright, like he’s been waiting his entire life to meet Geralt, and it makes his heart do something funny behind his ribs. “I’m Jaskier.”

Jaskier.

The emptiness is completely gone, and so is the loneliness.

[blahblahblippyblah]

The Marauders, His Dark Materials AU where they all have daemons

Context:in this universe your soul manifest itself as an animal (or daemon) that cannot leave your side. It is part of you and you are part of it. When you are young your daemon can change shape but once you become an adult and figure out who you are it choses a form that represents who you truely are and will stay like that till you both die.

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James growing up wants his daemon Bahaadur to settle as a Lion, just like Godric Gryffindor his hero. So Bahaadur is always usually in the shape of a lion when James is trying to show off, act brave, or be mischievous. The downside is that Bahaadur can't seem to grow a mane and doesn’t look super impressive without it. Other times Bahaadur is a Kestrel, especially when James is playing Quidditch. But occasionally when James is just hanging out and being himself all relaxed Bahaadur is a young stag without antlers.

When they get into year 3 they meet a new DADA professor who is an ex Auror whose deamon settled as a large elk. James looks up to him so much since he's such a great professor and is super brave. So, James gets more comfortable with Bahaadur being more stag. He also starts embracing being less arrogant with this revelation in 5th year and Bahaadur starts growing these huge antlers. When he's 15 Bahaadur settles as huge graceful stag with huge antlers, much to the dismay of his roommates.

Bahaadur gets in the way a lot in the dorm especially since James starts using him as a laundry holder. Bahaadur doesn't mind though and seems obviously to how much space he takes up. Bahaadur also has a habit of running into thing, stepping on other daemons, or tripping whenever Lily and her Daemon are around. Sirius thinks this is hilarious.

Sirius' Daemon is initially named Pudicitiam, but Sirius calls him Puddle because he hates the name Pudicitiam. The Black’s choose the names for their children’s daemons which isn't how the rest of the world really works. When Sirius runs into James on the Hogwarts Express, he decides to quickly rename his daemon to Fidèle and feels free to let him stay as a black dog like he wants to be. When he starts calling his Daemon that at home it upsets his family, but after his first year Sirius doesn't care what they think and he starts to rebel.

The Blacks also have a weird tradition of their daemons always settling as snakes, something they're very proud of. The Blacks believe having snakes as daemons means you are intelligent and ambitious, and of proper blood. This comes from a belief in pureblood families that only powerful wizards have snake daemons, the most powerful being Salazar Slytherin whose daemon was a Basilisk. Sirius' father's is a green anaconda, his uncle Cygnus' was a Black Water Snake, his grandfather's was an Inland Taipan, Bellatrix's was a Pit Viper, Narcissa's was an albino Corn Snake she kept tight around her neck like a choker, Andromeda's was a tiny Hognose snake, and uncle Alphard's was a Ball Python. His mother was a King Cobra that he was super scared of growing up.

Before Sirius went to Hogwarts he made sure Fidèle was always a small King Snake around his parents. When he was alone Fidèle was usually a small furry black dog. When he would lose control of his emotions in front of his parents Fidèle would change from snake to dog which would upset his mom a lot and she would punish him for not being a proper Black. Her snake would strike his daemon until it bled and he begged her to stop or he was able to calm down enough to turn it back to a snake. By the time he ran away Fidèle wouldn't take it anymorr and would try and fight back. He left when his dad's anaconda tried to suffocate Fidèle when his mothers means didn't work and Fidèle settled as a dog.

Sirius was the first of his friends to have his daemon settle (4th year) into a big black grim like dog. He was also the first Black not to have a coming of age celebration since his family was embarrassed and upset about it's form.

Bahaadur often steps on Fidèle’s tail early in the morning when James is trying to get ready and Sirius and Fidèle are still sleepy and laying around.

Fidèle is super playful and often when he gets bored will start to try and bug other people’s daemons playfully.

Regulus' daemon Nobella eventually settles as a small Smooth Green Snake, which his parents rejoiced at.

Peter’s daemon is named Aspecta she often changes between a rat and a racoon. Aspecta is great at sneaking around in rat form so Peter is often made to be the look out during pranks and such. She is also great at sneaking food out of the kitchen in racoon form which is super useful. She helps Peter notice things other often don’t because she is good at sneaking around and spying, but she is also a cowards to likes to hide in his clothes often.

Remus’ daemon is named Ileuad. She appeared right after he was bitten by Greyback when he was 3. She is usually in the form of a cotton tail which Remus keeps close and cuddles with all the time, especially when reading in front of the fire. She also takes the form of a Tawny owl, especially when he gets excited about learning and magic. She’s a great partner since she often helps him research and study. However, when the moon gets closer Ileuda takes the form of a wolf much to his displeasure. The closer it is to the full the harder it is for him to calm down and concentrate and make her take the form of a cotton tail.  This frustrates him a lot since he feels it’s a cruel twist if fate for him to constantly be reminded of his condition. He’s also worried her being a wolf might give himself away. Closer to the moon Ileuda also loses her temper, which isn’t something she ever does any other time, and will openly growl and bare her teeth at people’s daemons who bug him.

As he gets closer to the age a daemon settles Remus get super upset because Ileuda spends more and more time as a wolf, and he really doesn’t want her to settle as a wolf. He is the last one of his friends to have his daemon settle in 6th year. She settles as a cotton tail though, but only once Remus accepts that the wolf will always be part of him even if his daemon isn’t one.

Lily’s daemon is named Curant. She often transforms between a Monarch Butterfly and a Mourning Dove. When she gets older her daemon starts to shift more toward being a doe. This really starts to happen when she starts to see how muggleborns are treated. She feels the doe gives her more presence and courage to stand tall. When her daemon finally settles as a doe she mourns a little about the butterfly as she sees it as herself losing her childhood innocence.  

Snape’s deamon named Potio shifts between a ribbon snake and a Little Brown bat. Potio is usually a snake when around other Slytherins who are usually pure-blooded and thus try and keep snake daemons or around people like James and Sirius, but is a bat with lily. She settles as a bat the day he calls her a Mudblood and ruins their friendship forever. James and Sirius also see Snape’s snake daemon as a sign he is evil when they first meet him, especially since unlike Sirius he is proud of it.

Other character’s daemons.

Euphemia Potter: A Swan named Sahaanubhooti or Hooti for short (F)

Fleamont Potter: A Tiger named Raksha (M)

Hope Lupin: Plymouth Rock Chicken hen named Meithrin (F)

Lyall Lupin: Northern Saw-whet owl named Doctrina (F)

Professor McGonagall: Tabby Cat named Verto (M)

Dumbledore: Fawkes the Phoenix (F)

Horace Slughorn: A Walrus named Oratio. Slughorn has a giant comfy silk bed for her in his office and classroom and she sleeps most of the day. He also has a floating charm on her so she can propel herself forwards easier to follow him around. (F)

Petunia Dursley: A Rosy Maple Moth named Estus (F)

Professor Flitwick: A Goldfinch named Lepor (Unknown M or F)

Lucius Malfoy: A Peacock named Ditiae (F)

Ted Tonks: A Bumblebee named Aeque (F)

Godric Gryffindor: A Lion named Cor (M)

Salazar Slytherin: A Basilisk named Sanguine (F)

Helga Hufflepuff: A Badger named Mel (F)

Rowena Ravenclaw: A Eagle named Ingenii (M)

In this world Animagus don’t exists and neither do Horcruxs’. However, there are two types of new magic that have to do with daemons. The first is called Tactusing which is when you can learn how to go further from your daemon than you normally could. It involves being very connected with your daemon and being honest with yourself. Know super powerful Tacters are Dumbledore, Merlin, Grindelwald, all 4 founders, and supposedly Voldemort, who can send their daemons very far away from themselves. The second is soul melting which is when you can go into the mind of your daemon and share its body. This too involved being close to your daemon. Not many people can soul melt and soul melders. The third is called animasectus or masectusing which is when you sever the link with your daemon so you can live forever (like a Horcrux). To separate your daemon this way you need to kill someone else daemon with your bare hands (which is super taboo).

Touching other people’s daemons is also considered inappropriate and taboo. Very few people ever feel comfortable even touching their loved one’s daemons and is often only done for people who are soulmates.

James, Sirius and Peter all learn how to Tact and Soul melt so that they can use their daemons to keep Remus company during the full moon. Before then Ileauda would try and stop Remus from getting hurt but wasn’t very good at it and got hurt a lot. If she was a rabbit right before he turned during the full moon, he would lock her in a trunk to make sure she was safe. After his friends learn these skills he doesn’t have to lock her away any more.

[gobeepmyself]

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                        (    AN EYE FOR AN OTTER is a his dark materials verse.   )

             “ The journey is quiet. Cassidy quietly sings something, muffled and half-thought out, but they remain in their own thoughts as they depart the dwellings of their troubled summer. The water sloshes their ankles and fur, and eventually, the gloom gives way to the first trickles of light until they’re bathed in sun. The Losers stop, to each take in the reflections of themselves, and one another. No one speaks, and there is a small moment of intimacy where their daemons all come forth and touch noses; they all feel it, a comfy kind of warmth that takes residence behind the space of their ribcages.

        “Well, fuck me,” Cassidy chirps and goes up onto her hindquarters to try and stretch up to Eddie’s knees. Her little paw mitts touch his thighs in her endeavors. “How did I end up being the shortest?” “

                A concept by phillip pullman, in which your soul represents itself as an animal manifestation that has the ability to converse and exist beside you. They are your living conscious, gives names the same way you would name a child - meant to love you in return as you love them. Cassidy settles as an otter, known for being social. Mischevious. A well source of eternal curiosity. Capable of adapting.

                      Anyone can interact with Richie and Cassidy in this verse, and liking this gives me blanket permission to reply to any sent memes with Rich and Cassidy if the fancy strikes me.

                    Verse has playground status: interactable with everyone.

further reading can be found beneath the cut, the laws of which i abide by within this borrowed universe:

Most daemons take on the gender opposite of their soulmate. Keyword: most. Some prefer, as do their soulmates’, no gender allegiance and some come out the same gender (this often leads to speculation revolving around the concept of homosexuality). i.e My Richie is a cis male, and Octavia is female.)

Daemons may talk to each other, and can speak to the soulmate’s of other daemons, but never must someone touch another person’s daemon. This is exempted, usually, by relationships (parental, romantic, familial, platonic but in the most extreme senses etc). It is highly rude, and with negative intent, can leave someone leaving nauseous and hurting, and worst of all: vulnerable.

Daemons and soulmates are connected. i.e when Ben was slashed, Ben’s daemon would feel that as well and to be vice versa.

Daemon’s “Settle” upon maturity. Once one reaches an approximate age where their body (and most argue mind as well) is deemed “adult”, their daemon will come into a form in that which reflects their soulmate. Until that point, most daemons pick and choose, feel out different bodies and how it reflects who they both are the most.

If you die, your daemon dies. If your daemon dies, there is no worse life to live than that.

Most people cannot go very far from their daemons. Separation can cause explicit discomfort to the point of excruciating pain dependent on the distance. It is often referred to as Pulling. Sometimes, death can occur. There are instances that are heard of - of people enduring such long distances that it would seem they do not even have a daemon. This is on purpose. This is called a Voluntary Separation, and only strong creatures can endure it. For who would want to?

[diffcall]

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a concept by phillip pullman, in which your soul represents itself as an animal manifestation that has the ability to converse and exist beside you. They are your living conscious, gives names the same way you would name a child - meant to love you in return as you love them. uatchit settles as a caracal, known for being independent. A symbol of making something purposeful of your life. A deadly hunter.

                      anyone can interact with clint and u in this verse, and liking this gives me blanket permission to reply to any sent memes with clint and u if the fancy strikes me.

                    verse has playground status: interactable with everyone.

further reading can be found beneath the cut, the laws of which i abide by within this borrowed universe:

most daemons take on the gender opposite of their soulmate. keyword: most. some prefer, as do their soulmates’, no gender allegiance and some come out the same gender (this often leads to speculation revolving around the concept of homosexuality). i.e my clint is a cis male, and u is female.)

daemons may talk to each other and can speak to the soulmate’s of other daemons, but never must someone touch another person’s daemon. this is exempted, usually, by relationships (parental, romantic, familial, platonic but in the most extreme senses etc). Ii is highly rude, and with negative intent, can leave someone leaving nauseous and hurting, and worst of all: vulnerable.

daemons and soulmates are connected. i.e when clint was brainwashed, u was as well. when clint gets hurt, u will experience it as well and vice versa. due to clint’s deafness, u is indeed deaf - she can understand sign language and read most lips. nonverbally, she will communicate in morse with the heavy thump of her tail/paws.

daemon’s “settle” upon maturity. once one reaches an approximate age where their body (and most argue mind as well) is deemed “adult”, their daemon will come into a form in that which reflects their soulmate. until that point, most daemons pick and choose, feel out different bodies and how it reflects who they both are the most.

if you die, your daemon dies. if your daemon dies, there is no worse life to live than that.

most people cannot go very far from their daemons. separation can cause explicit discomfort to the point of excruciating pain dependent on the distance. It is often referred to as pulling. sometimes, death can occur. there are instances that are heard of - of people enduring such long distances that it would seem they do not even have a daemon. this is on purpose. this is called voluntary separation (though there is some forced), and only strong creatures can endure it. for who would want to?

[a-mirror-of-memories]

Prompts that I probably would never publish (or finish)

Feel free to use them.

It must be obvious but the most detailed prompts are the one that I been trying to write for a while now.

Reincarnation + Supernatural Creature in love with a human 

On my version’s a Soukoku Au (BSD)

A few centuries ago a Kitsune and a human fell in love, sadly soon after that the human lost their life during a raid on their home village. After destroying the attackers the Kitsune promised that he would wait for their partner and keep an eye in the human world waiting until his lover was reborn, practically ignoring any news about his own world (And best friend or not he would set on fire the next person who mention the Tengu heir around him. Did that brat’s trying to get someone’s attention or what?)

At the same time the newly appointed Tengu Chief’s this close to strangle his past lover for refusing to meet them even once in this new life. This would be so much easier if that idiot would just accept one single invitation and realize that he was already reborn. He got the same name, the same appearance (besides the wings and other little details) and almost all of his memories from the past life; even his lover friends realized who he was and they weren’t really close the last time.

You're the best friend of a Kitsune who lost his human lover centuries ago and now he’s waiting for their rebirth in the human world. You have to make your idiot friend listen to you and tell him that his lover’s already been reborn in their own world as a powerful youkai, and that if the Kitsune keeps declining their petitions to meet he’s gonna snap one day and decide to turn him into a coat as he’s been threatening for the last two centuries.

Overly used tropes with a different twist:

Hanahaki disease:

Person A is in love with person B and they get Hanahaki due to their unrequited feelings. They tried to keep it a secret but person C, someone A can't stand, discover them coughing flowers behind a brush. At first C tries to get A to agree to take the surgery, but after an argument they stopped bringing the subject (But A still saw him making a pained expression when they thought A wasn’t looking. Person A starts following C around ‘not because I like you or anything like that, idiot. I just want to make sure that you would keep your mouth shut’. Without person A noticing, each day they cough less and less flowers, until one day they saw person B and they didn’t feel anything special for them. Wanting to tell person C immediately, who by then had become someone really important for A, but they never came to their meeting place. Days later A confronts one of C’s friends and angry they tell them that C’s on the hospital on the last stages of hanahaki. That while C was unknowingly helping them to get over their crush on B, it only made harder for C to get over their feelings for A. Happy ending’s optional. (Originally a Klance Au)

You got Hanahaki when you were ten and since they didn’t love you, decided let the disease kills you. However your best friend since you were born told your parents and they forced you to take the surgery at the cost of your friendship. You hated them since that day and they moved little after that. Years later they transfer to your school.

Daemons:

Transgender human whose daemon does reflects their real gender.

Transgender human whose daemon doesn’t reflects their real gender.

Transgender human and daemon; the two of them against a world that keep telling them that they were born with the right bodies.

Transgender daemon who once shifted to their real gender after turning into an hermaphrodite animal for a little too long, only to decide to go back to ‘normal’ because their human’s friends keep telling their human that they were sick for ‘forcing their daemon to change their gender just because they were bored’. For years their human tried to make them go back to their real body, fuck everyone else. (Detective Conan Au)

Genderfluid daemon.

Hades and Persephone:

The new God of Underworld has been chosen, but since he take over the mantle any time he tried to leave the Underworld he’s de-aged thanks to a curse left for his predecessor. To break the curse he had to fill each and any vacant spot of his court (Fury’s, Charon, Judges, Hypnos, Thanatos, etc.) with people he trust OR find a spouse. Naturally he decided that it was easier start asking to all of his friends (‘you’ll have all the souls to torture that you want AND would get paid for it!’) than trying to talk to his crush. Sadly his Persephone’s so offended that he’s asking everyone but them that they go to the Underworld and refuse to leave until Hades find a job for them. (Also Detective Conan au)

Soulmates:

1_Red Thread:

When you turn eighteen you gain the power to see the read threads of everyone. The morning of your eighteen birthday you quickly jump out of  bed and start looking for your soulmate, since your thread showed that they were close. Finally you found them but there’s a problem: right beside them is your old rival and their threads are so intertwined with each other that you can't discern which one’s tied to your pinky.

Contrary to the legends you can cut your thread, and you have to kiss your soulmate in a week to tie it again if you changed your mind. You never cared for your soulmate, believing that you’ll have time to meet them when you were older, until the night your red thread disappeared.

You’re a fashion student/designer and the next day you discovered that in you sleep deprived haze you mistook your red thread for a loose thread hanging from your last work (‘why did I choose red fabric again?’). You have one week to find your soulmate and explain them that you’re an idiot.

2_Words

Everyone’s born with the first words they hear their soulmate’s said, not the first words their soulmates said to them. You’re walking down the street one day when you heard your words when you pass someone talking through a phone. Your soulmate’s on the other end of the call.

Everyone have the first part of a phrase that represents what their soulmates think of them on a wrist, and the last part of what they think of their soulmate on the other. You have ‘But you’re an asshole’ and ‘not everyone’s mean for a happy ending’ on each wrist (your soulmate have ‘I love you’ and ‘Thanks for being mine’ on theirs).

3_Timer

The timer goes off the first time you and your soulmate look at each other’s eyes at the same time. The day after meeting your soulmate (in a crow with a lot of people) you cross paths with an acquaintance who never looked anyone at the eyes and who for some reason always catches your attention. Their eyes don’t escape from yours anymore.

[ellenripleysbelieveitornot]

Current list of FFXV WIPs

Since @ignis-sassentia did one, I thought I’d do one, too. Links to ones that are currently posted. :P

Sincerely, Me: Promnis/Gladnoct building to OT4 fic I’m writing with @ignis-sassentia. It’s shenanigans. Pure shenanigans. I'm talking booty shorts, dick pics, mall-rescue anniversary, troll!dads, innuendos, corny pet names and plenty of o/’ sexual frustraaaatiooooon! o/’ Did you read that as if it was said by Jean-Ralphio? Because you should have. Also has an Extras sidefic where we post drabbles and smut. :P

Developed: A Promnis one-shot where Ignis tries to propose, but Prompto straight-up does not even realize. ...That sounds angsty, but I swear it’s complete fluffy bullshit.

Eclipse: A Promptis one-shot fairy-tale AU where the night and day are represented by two kingdoms of celestial beings. It’s gonna be super cheesy, but I love dumb metaphors like that, so, eh!

To Keep the Dark: A Promptis eldritch fairy-tale where Noct is some kind of daemon/fey creature who meets Prompto when he gets lost in the woods. I’ve been posting some previews for it, and it’s got a kind of horror-ish love story vibe. It’s gonna be loooong, though. I’m probably going to post it in either three or for parts, but I need to finish it before I decide which.

Three Wishes: Yet another Promptis fairy-tale?!?! A witch grants Prompto three wishes and he uses them to meet the Prince. It’s got lots of fun fairy-tale cliches. I don’t know WHY all my Promptis fics are some kind of fairy-tale or another???? Maybe because of the Prince and the Pauper thing they already have going???

Expendable: A Promptio zombie AU. It’s super angsty even though I swore to myself I wouldn’t write any angst for this fandom. D: It has a happy ending, though, I promise. ...Maybe... My brain is trying to go full ride or die on the angst. But I don’t wanna. Basically, Prompto, Gladio and Ignis have been given a mission to escort Noct, who is immune, to Altissia in order to find a cure. They’ve been specifically told to complete the mission at all costs, even if that cost is their lives. The idea that Prompto is expendable doesn’t sit too well with Gladio. Honestly, at the pace I’m writing this one, it’ll probably be the next thing I post (aside from Sincerely, Me, which updates every weekday as of now) UPDATE 12/6/17: Chapter one is now up!

By Your Voice to Guide Me Home: My Ignoct jiminy cricket soulmate AU! :D (people have their soul mate’s voice inside their head) I finished the first chapter on Saturday morning, and I’m so excited to keep writing this fic

THE DAD FILES: People kept asking for a spin-off of Sincerely, Me that focused on Regis and Clarus??? So??? We did it???? Cor’s there, too, so there’s that.

Things will be added/removed as they come up/get posted. :P ...I should probably do a masterlist of all my fics, huh.... Maybe when I have more.

[ssbill]

Their daemons Settle when the proverbial dust does.

It takes them a little longer to get out of the sewers then it took them to get in. Octavia’s newfound antlers clack along the walls, sending loud clangs to bounce along the way and then echo back to them. From behind, Bill pushes his hands into her hind quarters but not unkindly, nor hurriedly; her support was stronger than ever.

OPEN VERSE (please do not reblog!!)

Based off Phillip Pullman’s series of the same name, in which your soul remains by your side in the manifestation of a living animal that may speak to you. They are your living conscious, given names the same way you would name your own child, and well respected - meant to love you in return as you love them.

Octavia settled as a caribou; one of the only breed of cervid that grow antlers in both sexes. They are cunning survivalists and can endure living in the most brutal of environments. They can represent a sense of journeying and endurance.

Anyone can interact with Bill and Octavia in this universe. Some others might have continuation with the ignorance of other threads. Some might be one-offs. I might also answer some writing meme prompts in this universe if you’ve liked this post. Basic law in this universe, taken from Phillip and some altered:

Most daemons take on the gender opposite of their soulmate. Keyword: most. Some prefer, as do their soulmates’, no gender allegiance and some come out the same gender (this often leads to speculation revolving around the concept of homosexuality). i.e My Bill is a cis male, and Octavia is female.)

Daemons may talk to each other, and can speak to the soulmate’s of other daemons, but never must someone touch another person’s daemon. This is exempted, usually, by relationships (parental, romantic, familial, etc). It is highly rude, and with negative intent, can leave someone leaving nauseous and hurting, and worst of all: vulnerable.

Daemons and soulmates are connected. i.e when Ben was slashed, Ben’s daemon would feel that as well. If Ben’s daemon was slashed, Ben would have felt that pain as well. 

Daemon’s “Settle” upon maturity. Once one reaches an approximate age where their body (and most argue mind as well) is deemed “adult”, their daemon will pick a form and settle in that which reflects their soulmate. Until that point, most daemons pick and choose, feel out different bodies and how it reflects who they both are the most.

If you die, your daemon dies. If your daemon dies, there is no worse life to live than that.

Most people cannot go very far from their daemons. Separation can cause explicit discomfort to the point of excruciating pain dependent on the distance. It is often referred to as Pulling. Sometimes, death can occur. There are instances that are heard of - of people enduring such long distances that it would seem they do not even have a daemon. This is on purpose. This is called a Voluntary Separation, and only strong creatures can endure it. For who would want to?