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pineapple-frenzy · 18 days
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For your post finals art request, how about something from your Zutara scars au? Maybe Zuko gently kissing the scars on Katara's hands, with Katara looking absolutely flustered.
Thanks for your consideration and time.
I love soft scar kisses so much, I hope you don’t mind that I added a touch of angst to this
I saw something recently that was like what if Zuko thinks he’s the one that burned Katara’s hands, and I really like the idea so I wanted to incorporate it into this au. So here’s a little comic about Zuko apologizing for burning Katara’s hands (which he did not) insipired by your request :>>
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withacapitalp · 1 year
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On the first day of school, Eddie had stood on their table in the cafeteria and declared that this was going to be his year. 
Well, ‘86 was going to be his year. Technically it was still ‘85 for three more months, but semantics semantics.  The rest of the club was confused, not exactly sure why he felt like this year was going to be different to the years of torture and mayhem that had proceeded it, but they appreciated Eddie’s insane amounts of optimism. 
Then two weeks later, Eddie spotted a group of lost little freshmen sheep. The one wearing a Weird Al t-shirt introduced himself as Dustin Henderson when Eddie came over to offer them refuge amongst the freaks of the school, and there was no doubt in the world that Eddie had been right. 
‘86 was going to be his year. 
Because it wasn’t like Dustin was a super rare name, but Eddie had never met a Dustin in Hawkins before that day. Meeting Dustin Henderson wasn’t just a fantastic coincidence, it was fate in action. 
Because Dustin Henderson was going to be the reason Eddie met his soulmate. 
Eddie had never shown anyone but Wayne his words. They had always been something sacred, special, no one else needed to know. There were people who showed everyone in the world, always looking for the person that might be the one to complete them, the one who would have words that matched their own. Eddie wasn’t one of those people. 
Even Gareth didn’t know.  
But, every night before bed, Eddie would carefully unwrap the bandage he always kept wound around his upper arm, looking down at the words and carefully tracing them with a single fingertip. 
Yeah. On Dust-Dustin’s mother. 
Dustin’s mother. They were so distinctive, so unique. It wasn’t the thing everyone dreaded- ‘How are you?’, ‘How can I help you?’, or even the worst, ‘Hi’. Eddie’s words were special, and that meant his soulmate was special too. 
Eddie had no idea what to expect from that first conversation, but he knew it was going to be wild. Probably some long winded crazy debate with laughter and sharp quips, and finally those words pushed out between giggles, which was the reason they would be shuttered. 
What Eddie never would have expected was to hear those words come out of Steve’s Harrington’s mouth. 
He never even thought that the words might be stuttered in fear, not laughter. Fear because of Eddie. Fear because of the broken bottle being held against his neck by his own damn soulmate.
Except no. No it couldn’t be him. Steve Harrington was not his soulmate. Steve Harrington was a jock douchebag, the kind of person Eddie had spent his entire life campaigning against. Steve Harrington was the epitome of everything Eddie wasn’t, and there was no way the universe or fate or god meant for them to be together. 
There had to be someone else in the room, someone he hadn’t seen who was going to appear out of the darkness and repeat exactly what Steve said.  
“Did you just say the words Dustin’s fucking mother to me?” Eddie growled out, desperate to be wrong, watching as Steve’s face grew impossibly whiter. There was a sharp burn on his upper arm, and he shakily dropped the bottle, hearing it shatter on the ground between the two of them. 
No doubt about it. Steve Harrington was his fucking soulmate. 
“Oh my god,” Robin Buckley said faintly from the background, but Eddie didn’t turn to face her. He couldn’t turn away from Steve, who was staring at him with the widest, most beautiful set of brown eyes Eddie had ever seen. 
“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” Steve offered, his voice barely more than a whisper. 
Eddie stumbled backward, the back of his thighs hitting up against the boat he had been hiding in. He roughly jerked at the right sleeve of his shirt, pulling it upward until the deep black words were visible, standing out against his pale skin. 
Steve fell back against the side of the boat house with a shaking sigh, slowly pulling off his jacket and peeling back one side of his stupid button down polo. He had left the top three buttons undone which made it easy for Steve to expose his soulmark to the rest of them. 
And there, sitting right over Steve’s heart, were the words he had just said.
Did you just say the words Dustin's fucking mother to me?
The first words Eddie Munson had ever directly said to Steve Harrington. 
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phoenixyfriend · 2 years
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Soulmark AU time:
Soulmarks didn't exist until Palpatine fucked up a Sith Magic Thing.
And now everyone's got them.
And everyone's got opinions on them.
Anakin got Padme (is it a name, a timer, a symbol, first words, colors at first touch, IDK) and he. Will not shut up about it.
@calika asked:
could be funny if there was a mix of different soulmark types. some people got words, some got colours, etc. anakin got multiple types but theyre all for padme (or rex, maybe? idk)
Anakin got Padme (Romo), Obi-Wan (Dad), Soka (Baby Sister), Rex (It's Complicated), and Palpatine (Destined Enemy, which is also a type)
Obi-Wan's got Maul... so they're all pretty sure that "enemy" is a soulmark type
Calika again:
obi-wan after learning that marks change after the person's death, looks at the maul mark still bright and full of verve: ............huh a bunch of jedi all with the palpatine 'enemy' mark huddling in a circle comparing notes, meanwhile anakin is theorising that 'enemy' is a misnomer for 'competition' or 'friendly rival at some point' 'master, there has to be a mistake! the chancellor is an important guy! he's involved in jedi business a lot this just means he's doing important work! people keep saying he's SKETCHY! master come back! master-'
I wonder how many people got Palpatine as their Enemy mark. More than he got, since he sees most of them as nonentities.
Anakin is experiencing Distress.
Obi-Wan suggests he not bring it up with Palpatine until the elderly man has recovered, after all he's been Feeling Poorly, must be that flu that's going around the Senate--
(Palpatine overdid it with the fucked up Sith Spell and is now throwing up every few hours)
Ventress gets Quinlan's name and decides to HUNT OUT THIS PERSON AND FIND OUT WHY THEY ARE IMPORTANT grr gr grrr
quinlan in a club somewhere squinting at the ventress soulmark under neon lighting. eh. he'll figure it out later
IDK when in the timeline this is happening. Anakin's brain is just "Padme" on repeat for a while, I think.
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corvidscreams · 7 days
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My friend @iwishtocountthestars wrote this fic "Finding Obi-Wan" (actually a whole series) which means there MUST be art about something so self indulgent for me specifically.
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exceptional-z · 6 months
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Everyone is born with a jumble of letters on their wrist, letters that will eventually be decoded to read their soulmate's name. So on a person's birthday, each year, a new letter falls into its proper place. It's not always in order; it can be a letter from the person's first, middle, or last name, though the first letter of each is always unscrambled early in life.
Zed's wrist reads Adlieon Rosalind Wsdls. It's just his luck that his soulmate's middle name is unscrambled before her first and last names. He's entering high school in two days and doesn't even know his soulmate's first name. He has no way to find her, if she even lives in Seabrook.
The first thing he'd noticed, at only six years old, is the lack of Z in her name. She isn't a zombie, unless her family decided not to follow zombie naming culture, which is unlikely. He knows almost every zombie in Zombietown and there are none with a name similar to his soulmate's.
His only chance now is human high school.
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On the other side of the barrier, in a big, lonely house, Addison stares down at the wrist that she's had covered since her recent fifteenth birthday.
Zed Necrodopolis. A zombie.
Her father had been furious when he'd read the name, recognising it from his job as captain of the Z-patrol. Her mother had considered getting her soulmark removed, but the side effects were too great -memory loss, chronic pain, loss of emotion, even death. So she got a thick pink bracelet, the kind worn by those with dead soulmates, those whose soulmarks had started fading and the ink of the letters smudging together. Better have everyone pity her with the assumption of a dead soulmate than ruin her and her families reputations.
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thestarminstrel · 1 month
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happy valentine's day!! 💞 decided to show this au some love again
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spectrum-spectre · 1 year
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ITS HERE FOLKS! FINAL PART TO THIS POST!
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Eddie Munson is not dead. He's not quite sure why that is, though.
He remembers being on the boat, seeing Steve take his shirt o-get your mind out of the gutter Munson, for fuck's sake-and then jumping into Lover's Lake, and... Huh. Well this is a predicament.
It's kinda hard not to believe in soulmates when you can see the edge of a soul mark peeking out from under a bandage. He just hopes the bats didn't chew off a piece of it. Of fucking course they managed to tear away parts of his tattoos, though. He paid for those, damn it!
Better scarred than dead, he supposed. Wait. How is he alive again? Henderson sure as shit didn't carry him; the little brat just had to come back for him and get hurt in the process. So that rules him out. Speaking of Henderson, right now he's talking a mile a minute, won't seem to shut the fuck up about Harringt-hang on a fucking minute.
Steve Harrington carried him out of hell??? Well..... Shit. Maybe they are soulmates.....
Speak of the devil, here he comes. He looks rough, like someone sucked the life out of him. Which is ironic seeing as Eddie was the one in a coma for about five days. He can't help but feel concerned for the other man though. Why does he seem nervous? Are the scars all over his body really so hideous that Steve can't even look at him? He hasn't had time to check a mirror since he woke up, but Wayne said they weren't that bad. They can't be. Right?
"Hey," Steve mumbles, shifting from one leg to another, not able to make eye contact. His focused is fixed on Eddie's arm. On the mark.
'Ohhhhh no,' Eddie realizes. 'He gave me CPR, he dragged my sorry ass for miles, he HAD to have seen my soul mark!! He knows!!!'
"I'm glad you're okay," Steve continues. "We were all really worried about you. I was really worried about you." The last part is whispered, but Eddie catches the words. His eyes wander away from the younger man's downcast face, towards his arms. His left arm, to be precise, where a soul mark rests. It's identical to Eddie's: a bat in mid-flight. Only where the older man has an extra, to go along with the flock already tattoed there, Steve only has the one.
"I guess we have a lot to talk about," Eddie braves with a tentative smile.
"Yeah. I guess we do," Steve replies, a grin of his own growing in return, and oh what a beautiful sight that is.
He's not sure when it happened, or how it happened to him of all people, but Eddie Munson started believing in soulmates that day, and Steve Harrington began believing in fate.
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Once again, thank you all so much for your patience and support. Sorry that last time I said it would be done soon, but. Life Happened™
I honestly didn't know what to do for the ending. I wanted there to be like, some dramatic build-up and nervous tension but I really just don't have the spoons to write any more. I wish that I could've given this a mote satisfying ending, but at this point the desire to just Be Done overrode the fear of not making it perfect.
If anyone wants to write their own version for the ending, be my guest (just tag me in it pls)!
Happy "Eddie Munson Lived" Day! ❤️ 💙 💜 💖 💗 💘 💝
My amazing cheer team, I love you all so much:
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electron-road-suspect · 2 months
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It has been brought to my attention that Bojan has a tattoo of the JO logo on his thigh and of course my mind immediately went to your soulmate au.
I imagine Jure cried when he saw Bojan got a tattoo to match for his soulmark. Bojan's reasoning is that he should match all of his soulmates, Jure included.
OH GOD YOU MADE ME CRY, I LOVE THIS.
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leaderpinhead · 25 days
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Rook - Like Fate
Prompt: Soulmates I treated this as a kind of "soulmate" AU. I wasn't very creative with it, but I thought of all the guys who would match with Yuu, Vil would be the most interesting. He totally wouldn't go for the whole "fate" aspect of it while Rook would watch from afar, his bow and arrow poised like a deranged cupid.
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Rook spied the small Mark by mistake.
Despite how the others on campus may have perceived him, Rook operated by a polite set of standards. Part of that standard was avoiding another person’s Soul Mark. He knew himself well enough to acknowledge he would try to seek out the other person with the marking that completed that Mark. The idea of uniting a person with their True Love sent his heart fluttering with unrestrained excitement!
So he avoided seeking out those Marks. They were personal—as sinful as stripping a person down to their bare nakedness without their consent. Some Soul Marks appeared in very innocent places where one could easily spot them by accident: a wrist, an ankle, the cheek. Others manifested in very intimate places—places he would very (rightfully) be questioned for knowing. Some people were very open with their Soul Marks; others were not. As much as Rook found all kinds of Soul Marks romantically beautiful, he knew very well that it wasn’t his place to bring attention to them.
But he couldn’t stop himself when he spied the Soul Mark on the prefect’s left elbow. “Trickster!”
Yuu jumped, the jacket she had been shrugging on falling off her shoulder. The fabric bunched in the crook of her elbow just shy of hiding the small Mark again. Rook hurried down the trail to catch up to her.
His eyes never strayed from the Soul Mark. He imagined it could easily be mistaken for a small freckle or mole to the untrained eye. His eyes were sharp enough to catch the elegant curve of a mirror, not that dissimilar in design to the Dark Mirror. It was merely the outline though with Yuu’s pale skin being the only “reflection” in the mirror.
“Don’t scare me like that!” Yuu chastised when he was within hearing distance. She fixed her jacket and pulled it fully up onto her shoulders, hiding the short-sleeved shirt she had chosen to wear with her uniform that day. “I’ve already told you not to stalk me in the morning. What makes you think suddenly jumping out from behind a tree doesn’t constitute as stalking?”
“Excusez-moi,” Rook hastily apologized. His eyes lingered on her now hidden elbow. “I did not mean to startle, but I could not stop myself. Trickster, are you aware of the Mark on your elbow?”
“My elbow?” Yuu twisted both arms to see her elbows. “What mark? I swear, if Grim got his tuna on my jacket again, I’m putting him on a no tuna diet.”
“No, no, no!” Rook waved his hands. “Not a mark on your clothes. The mark on your skin.”
Yuu hummed in confusion and pulled her jacket off once more. She made a small noise when she twisted her left elbow and found the Mark. “Oh, that? Yeah, I noticed it a few days ago. I just figured it was something I got before I showed up here.”
Rook’s excitement curbed itself. Yuu had made herself so at home in Twisted Wonderland, it was almost too easy to forget she was indeed from another world. What he had interpreted as a Soul Mark could have easily been a tattoo she had commissioned herself.
But...no. Rook stared at the small mirror etched into her skin. Rook had seen both tattoos and Soul Marks, and there was a very clear difference between the two. He held out his hand to Yuu. “May I?”
Yuu eyed his offered hand for a moment before shrugging. Rook took the shrug as consent and carefully grasped her forearm just below her elbow. He slightly twisted her arm, and...yes! The difference between the ink of a tattoo and a Soul Mark was sometimes minute, but there was a shimmer to a Soul Mark that not even magic-infused ink could replicate. The outline of the mirror danced with a shimmer of rose gold when the light hit it just right.
His heart fluttered so dramatically, he thought it would fly right out his chest.
“What’s with that creepy grin?” Yuu asked. She tugged against his hold. Rook took the wordless hint and released her arm. She hid the Mark beneath her palm. “You only look like that when you’re about to hunt someone down.”
“Oui! And what a hunt it shall be!” Rook took a step back in order to bow to the prefect with a flourish of his hat. “I shall return to you with a prince!”
“Please, don’t. I hear they’re particularly difficult to care for.”
Rook laughed before prancing back into the tree line from whence he came. He felt the weight of Yuu’s stare on him until she loudly sighed. Rook felt the muscles in his cheeks burn from his wide grin.
The hunt was officially on!
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One week later, Rook may not have found the Trickster’s prince, but he had certainly eliminated a good portion of the campus population. First to be eliminated was her group of freshman friends. Soul Marks always appeared in the same place on respective partners. A quick glance at the elbows of her friends easily eliminated them, though he had realized in the process that Deuce sported what appeared to be the front half of a blastcycle etched into the back of one knee and Sebek possessed a conglomeration of neon greens begging for an outline on the back of his right hand. The others simply had no markings on their elbows, so Rook quickly moved on.
The natural progression of his search took him through each dorm. He found half of a shimmering heart just above Cater’s left clavicle, and a colorless rose inside the curve of Riddle’s right wrist. He knew from interacting with Trey in the Science Club that his fellow vice housewarden lacked a Mark on either elbow, so he quickly moved on. In Savanaclaw, Leona had tried to cover the shimmering lines of a paw with the ink of his tattoo, and Ruggie showed Rook the small patch of patterned spots on his belly after the swift exchange of jerky. Octavinelle was a bit more challenging, but he eventually learned the Leech brothers sported a coiling pattern on the opposite shoulder of each other after catching them swimming in their mer-forms, and while he never found Azul’s Soul Mark, there was definitely nothing on his left elbow.
Kalim happily showed him the Soul Mark on his right hip, happily comparing the pattern to the one on his magic carpet. He provided Rook with the location of Jamil’s Mark too—two ruby red dots in the small of his back. He breezed through Ignihyde with similar ease, Ortho offering him a very thorough observation of nearly everyone’s Soul Marks in the dorm. He felt a pang of grief when the technomantic boy admitted a lack of his own Soul Mark, but Ortho appeared to accept the fact as simply a reflection of his own unique biology and magic.
He almost hesitated when it came to Diasomnia, but the thrill of the hunt had become too tantalizing not to explore the potential. Unfortunately, Lilia had somehow discovered his intentions and intersected him very quickly. “I will save you time in your hunt and admit now that none of us have a Soul Mark matching the prefect’s. You should avoid the topic with Malleus. He was especially upset when he first realized this little fact, kheeheehee.”
With no apparent leads, Rook found himself debating his next move the following Saturday morning. He tapped the toe of his boot against the floor as he watched Vil and Yuu do their weekly dance in Vil’s room. Vill snapped at the prefect to hold still while he applied her makeup; Yuu snapped at the housewarden to stop plucking her bold. The little dance continued when Vil showed her the line of dresses to complete her Saturday transformation, Vil complaining about Yuu’s abhorrent posture while Yuu challenged Vil to wear the dresses instead.
Rook chuckled at the Trickster’s balking demeanor when Vil accepted her challenge without flinching. He stood and followed his housewarden into the bathroom, aiming to provide assistance without Vil having to ask. Vil mumbled to himself as he shucked the waistband of his dorm uniform onto the counter. “I swear, she picks a fight just to prove she can. She knows full well that she doesn’t mind dressing up every Saturday. Does she think I would put up with this behavior if I didn’t see the potential in her? She is as bad—no worse than Epel.”
Rook chuckled again. It wasn’t the first time he had heard a complaint from Vil on a topic, but there was always an added sense of vivacity when it came to the prefect. If he was asked for his opinion, Rook would say Vil enjoyed butting heads with Yuu. There weren’t many people brave enough or even self-confident enough to challenge Vil. “You know the Trickster merely balks to see your reaction.”
Vil shook his head and slipped out of the top layer of his uniform robes. Rook reactively grasped the edges and folded the robe to place it on the counter next to the waistband. “I doubt she has much thought when it comes to me. Sometimes I think her preemptive decision to keep her gender hidden on the campus may have inadvertently warped her perception of herself. Her femininity is not simply a secret to be kept for the moment, but a dangerous curse that can never see the light of day.”
Rook hummed, knowing Vil wasn’t seeking an actual response. He could see Vil’s genuine concern in the softening of his expression. Because at the end of the day, past their bickering and agitated prodding, Vil genuinely did care for the prefect. Just as he cared for the success of the other students in the dorm or Epel understanding the strength he already possessed. He was the first to push them to their limits, but it was so they could see that their limits were merely a milestone.
Vil tugged at the sleeves of his shirt and eyed the dress he had chosen. Even Rook could tell putting the dress on over the shirt would cause the fabrics to bunch in unflattering places. With a long sigh, Vil unbuttoned the top few buttons and pulled the shirt over his head. “She has likely run off by now. She never misses a chance to flee when you are occupied in some other way.”
Rook’s chuckle cut off abruptly when he glanced at Vil. Vil wasn’t shy when it came to his body, but it was admittedly the first time Rook had seen him display so much skin. Vil always insisted covering himself to avoid any unnecessary blemishes caused by the sun. Rook couldn’t even recall once seeing him wear a casual short-sleeved shirt.
Which was why he had never seen the small Soul Mark on Vil’s elbow.
He didn’t need Yuu and Vil to stand side-by-side in order to see the Marks were a perfect match. While Yuu’s Soul Mark provided the outline for the mirror, Vil’s provided the colors: the shimmering rose-gold of the frame and a rich indigo that mimicked the reflective surface of the mirror. The discovery of the Mark shocked Rook so much, he couldn’t formulate a response. He had imagined—fantasized really—the joy of watching his Roi du Poison and Trickster slowly come together as partners, but the reality of their True Love?
Rook didn’t realize he was squealing until Vil roughly slapped a hand over his mouth. “Stop that this very instant!”
Rook vocally protested though Vil’s hand muffled his words. Vil sighed and rubbed the knuckles of his free hand between his brows. He clicked his tongue and turned a caustic glance at his exposed elbow. “I should have known better than to imagine you would not notice.”
Seeing how Vil still impaired his speech, Rook settled for giddily clapping his hands. He was sure Vil could feel his wide grin even if it wasn't visible. Vil tiredly shook his head. “This is why I never showed my Soul Mark. Even before the prefect appeared, I knew you would attempt to find my Mark’s match.”
Rook couldn’t hold himself back anymore, and he grasped Vil’s wrist to free his unbridled joy. “This is merveilleux! To even account for the serendipity of it all! You—born with a Soul Mark that would never match a living soul in Twisted Wonderland. And yet, the Trickster was brought to our world, and she received her Soul Mark the moment she crossed those barriers.” Rook emitted a small gasp, and his eyes widened. “What if she was born with the Mark in her world? The very universe shattered its laws to bring you two together! What an absolutely beautiful romance!”
Vil shoved Rook’s shoulder just hard enough to bring him out of his euphoric state. “Will I have to curse you into silence? You are not to breathe a word about this to anyone.”
Rook’s eyes widened with startled dismay. “Not even the Trickster herself?”
“Especially not her.” Vil pointed a finger at Rook for added emphasis. “Not a single word.”
Rook took a step back to gauge Vil. There was no doubt he was serious, his brow wrinkling with the displeasure flickering in his eyes. Unfortunately, that same displeasure was mirrored by Rook. “I can respect your choice not to tell the prefect you possess the other half of her Soul Mark, but I also find myself in complete disagreement. She deserves to know her fated True Love is already at her side.”
“Fate?” Vil repeated with an exaggerated drawl. He placed one hand on his hip and crooked the other arm to exasperatedly gesture with his hand. Rook’s eyes were instantly glued to the shimmering Soul Mark on his elbow. “You know full well how I feel about fate. I have never been one to believe the magical qualities of Soul Marks. What about those Marks even says two people are compatible? It’s a lazy assumption that breeds lazy relationships. Because the moment people find their True Love, they stop putting effort into making the relationship thrive. If Yuu and I become a couple, it will be because we have both mutually agreed to pursue a relationship. She will be a partner I believe will help me continue to grow just as I will push her to do the same. We may not always agree on topics, but we will enjoy each other’s company for each other—not a magical marking on our bodies that neither of us can control.”
Rook still disagreed. There were few instances when he and Vil so dramatically differed in opinion, but he felt like this would be one of those subjects they would never see eye-to-eye. Because Rook thoroughly believed in fate. There were times in life when nothing else could explain serendipity. Yuu and Vil sharing Soul Marks was one of those times. Finding the person who shared your Soul Mark period was destiny because not everyone had as an easy a time finding their match. Rook himself knew finding the bow to match the arrow on the upper part of his right thigh would be one of the most difficult hunts in his lifetime.
There was a silver lining though. Rook grinned. “So you would not reject the Trickster if your coupling was mutual.”
Vil’s eyes drastically narrowed. “And not based solely on the existence of the Soul Mark.”
Rook happily hummed. Vil wasn’t completely denying his connection to the prefect. He just needed obvious encouragement to outweigh the shadow of his doubt.
“Get that grin off your face.” Vil snapped. He turned away from Rook to pull the dress over his head. The long skirt flowed down to the top of his heeled boots, unhindered by the pants he still wore. “I don’t have the energy today to explain to the headmage why you should be allowed to stay on the campus despite nearly decapitating other students with your bow.”
Rook happily hummed and helped Vil with the zipper on the back of the dress. He let Vil exit the bathroom first. His sharp ears detected the faint click of a camera shutter. Vil’s haughty huff confirmed his suspicion. “I usually charge a hefty price for photoshoots.”
There was another click of Yuu’s ghost camera before she answered. “Consider the eyebrows you just plucked from my face as suitable compensation.”
“Only if you allow the other half of that caterpillar to be plucked.”
“I was about to compliment how pretty you look, but that wrinkle on your forehead makes you look twice your age.”
Rook’s cheeks began to hurt the longer they went back and forth. He quietly played the role of observer as they spend the better part of the day trying on different outfits. Yuu predictably caved into the temptation of wearing the dresses herself, gravitating towards the ones with tulle to give the skirts more volume. Vil wore the dresses that fit his lean figure better, showing more interest in the shoes he pulled out of his closet to complement each design.
Rook quietly slipped out the door when it became obvious Yuu wouldn’t attempt one of her daring escapes today. They remained huddled together at Vil’s vanity, chatting about an article in a potions journal while Vil painted her nails. He skipped down the halls of Pomefiore with a happy hum.
He had found his quarry, but the hunt had only just begun. Vil had ordered him into silence about the matching Soul Marks. What he hadn’t demanded was Rook’s complete cooperation.
He had no doubt the Trickster would successfully draw her own conclusions when gifted the correct tools. Where those tools would come from, Rook would simply feign ignorance. Because he was almost positive there was a sizable collection of academic writings on the nature of Soul Marks in the library. And part of the prefect’s routine was to spend a chunk of her afternoons in the library absorbing as much information on Twisted Wonderland as possible.
What were the odds of a few of those academic writings slipping into Yuu’s stack of research materials? Fate, Rook would concede, sometimes needed a helpful assistant.
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blueteller · 5 months
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New chapter of "On My Mark" is up! :D
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Some Audrey angst for soulmate AU, which I'm posting now cos I won't finish it today. Plot will get there when Uma does ✨
Audrey made it to the port just in time, just before the yacht hosting cotillion leaves – goodness knows whose idea it was, anyway!
Do they know nothing about <i>being fashionably late</i>?
Presumably, they don’t; Audrey scoffs at the tip of her heels peeking from under her skirt. She was forced to wear her shortest heels, would you believe it?
The audacity of these people.
At least the decorations are somewhat passable, she muses as she waits to be announced to the room – boat. Whatever.
And she would have done a better job with it, anyway, she will have you know.
Still waiting, she stretches her hands out in a way that would show off her newly manicured nails were she not wearing gloves, not that she regrets the money spent, though. A lady always looks her best, even if there is no one to see.
And the gloves, well, those are non-negotiable, Audrey is afraid. She can’t just risk touching someone like that, touching someone and getting a mark and <i>not knowing</i> whose mark it was – that’s what she says, anyway.
It’s better than explaining the deep shame she feels about her lack of soulmate, the fear–
She hears two deep thuds and the door opening, her name and title being announced for anyone to hear, and forces a perfect smile on her face.
Barely anyone looks as she descends.
It shouldn’t be like this. It shouldn’t.
She should walk these stairs with Ben at her side, with their soulmark proudly displayed – That would make her grandmother happy. That would make <i>her</i> happy, right?
Instead, Audrey keeps the pleasant smile on her face as she mingles with the crowd, running her finger absentmindedly over a seam in her glove.
A ringlet of hair managed to escape her updo; she pushes it behind her ear.
(That’s how Ruby got her mark, isn’t it? That boy of hers pushed her hair back and his fingers came back stained.)
She should go fix her hair.
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pineapple-frenzy · 12 days
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Hello! I'm a new follower and I'm curious about your Zutara scars AU! Is like everyone gets the flowers if their soulmate is scarred? Who did Katara react to growing the flowers on her eye? Is there a fanfic I can read? Aang still has a crush on Katara in this AU? Zuko still betrays Katara at the end of book 2?
Sorry for all the questions!! It's just so interesting so I wanted to know more >.<
Hiiii!! Thank you so much and welcome to my silly little blog!!
Does everyone get flowers when their soulmate is scarred? How did Katara react to the growing flower in her eye?
If you read this and this you can see Katara’s reaction to the flowers. I also talk about how the flowers work on those posts so I highly recommend checking them out! But basically yes, everyone gets flowers when their soulmate is injured.
Is there a fanfic I can read?
Yes there is one right here written by @stardust948 it's reaaaally good so I hope you enjoy reading it!!
Does Aang still have a crush on Katara?
Yes he still does. He's never seen Katara’s flowers before so he's quite hopeful there's a chance they could be soulmates. Regardless though, finding your soulmate is actually not common so it's quite normal to be with someone even if they're not your soulmate so Aang would like her if she's his soulmate or not
Does Zuko still betray Katara at the end of book 2?
Yes he still does. They figure out their soulmates while they're in the catacombs but Zuko still sides with Azula in the end so it hurts Katara more knowing her own soulmate betrayed her
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Thank you for all the questions!! It makes me happy to know someone someone likes my au this much!!
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madanimalscientist · 5 days
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Soulmate AU. Vox arrives in Hell with his soulmark still intact and unfulfilled -but what kind of person finds their soulmate in Hell? A trash husbands soulmate AU. Pure unadulterated 'what if', spiced with Vox being a hopeless romantic. Vox POV, semi character study levels of introspection.
So I wrote this in like 2 hours of hyperfocus based on a random idea I had + folks egging me on in the VoxVal HQ Discord server. Vox and Val are both absolute bastards but I admit I am a sucker for the dynamic of "they're absolutely terrible people but their relationship is kinda sweet actually", and for some reason that flavor is what my brain really is craving right now. Plus soulmate AUs are a guilty pleasure of mine.
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Okay so I've had this soulmark au thingy stuck in my head since my mind, running through multiple ideas at once like usual, accidentally crossed wires on "Shisui" and "soulmates"
Fair warning this is a bit long so uh,, sorry lmao
So! Au where the most of the shinobi population and a portion of the civilian population started developing what they called soulmarks because the higher entities got really tired of everyone killing everyone like idiots-
these soulmarks seem to form on your skin (Haven't decided what they look like) after you meet someone you can truly trust to have your back. Since soulmarks are about trust, loyalty, etc they have nothing to do with any romantic feelings (though they're probably romanticized in media). It is very common to have multiple soulmarks, and they aren't limited to just humans! Those with summons/animal companions they work with almost always get soulmarks to represent their animal partner(s) due to their extreme loyalty.
Soulmarks don't tend to form immediately after meeting but over time- though some get suspicious after a year markless. Sometimes people don't fit together as well as they think, sometimes they change and get along after time, sometimes one of them just can't bring themself to trust the other yet, etc. There's many reasons and cases of those who you think you should have a mark for not forming- while a clear reason is unknown, it quickly became a death/betrayal omen in the more superstitious shinobi communities.
Some extra info- Academy kids soulmarks with their classmates are often taken into consideration for team formations. If the person who's soulmark is in danger, it feels like pins and needles under your skin. If they feel extreme emotions, it either heats up or goes cold. Death causes soulmarks to darken and fade, but soulmarks only truly disappear when you can no longer trust them at all- often followed by betrayal. Soulmarks can be onesided- though more often in the case of one of them being very young (ex: siblings).
Now with all of that, some ideas-
• Kakashi's first soulmarks were his ninken
• Tenzo's first soulmark was Kakashi, i think it kind of freaked him out
• Shisui and Itachi formed soulmarks for each other as soon as they met, despite Itachi being so very young
• Shisui has soulmarks with his Yamanaka family despite refusing to realize he was practically adopted
• Shisui has soulmarks for his summons, which is a very big matter of pride for them
• Kakashi never formed soulmarks with his childhood team
• Gai has shed tears of joy, multiple times, for every soulmark he has
• Shisui and Kisame formed soulmarks for each other
• Kisame got a soulmark for Samehada and Shisui lost his mind when he found out because wtf
• at least one member of Squad Two has unknowingly formed a onesided soulmark with Naruto
• Genma has a habit of checking his soulmarks multiple times a day
• Raidou is fascinated by soulmarks and wants to study them
• Kagami never had a soulmark for Danzo, Sarutobi did and refuses to acknowledge what it means now it's gone
And now the one idea that started it all ✨
• Squad Two not having a soulmark for Shisui, possibly onesided where Shisui has theirs, until right before Danzo betrays him :)
Two main ways you could take this- Shisui somehow surviving the first attempt bc everyone who has his soulmark is pretty much alerted to that he's in danger
Or in hope au style, Shisui doesn't survive and wakes up in the past only for the others to get his soulmark and getting almost phantom sensations bc he's reacting to a danger that technically hasn't happened- maybe even his mark being unnaturally darker than it should be..
Also I'd just love to see how the others would react to having a soulmark from Shisui during his long mission bc it seems like it just kept getting worse for him LMAO
Do with this what you will, i just needed to write it down and get it out of my head so it would stop haunting me
Anyways I hope you're having a great day <3
Wowza!!! ✨✨✨
This is just a magnificent ask, I'm so impressed with the thought you've put into this AU! The delicious delicious platonic found family angst!!!!
What if 🥹 shisui had the squads soul marks the whole time 🥹 but they were between his shoulders (like wings) so he never saw them 🥹 and the burn just blended in with the pain of training, the buzzing chakra of Shunshin, the shame of sharingan eyes always watching him and finding him lacking 🥹 can you fucking imagine them begging to know why shisui didn't trust them with his problems and he breaks down and says they can't accuse him of that shit when he knows he gave them marks but they never gave him any back 😭 the angst, the gut wrenching whump.... This is such a good AU, anon!!!
SHISUI AND KISAME FORMING SOULMARKS AFTER LITERALLY A WEEK WORKING TOGETHER IM SO EMOTIONAL FOR THEM LMAO I CANT DECIDE IF IT'S BETTER THAT THEY DONT REALISE UNTIL AFTER THEY'VE SPLIT WAYS AND HAVE SEPERATE "OH SHIT" REACTIONS AND THEN SHUFFLE AROUND IT FOR AGES OR THEY GET THEM AS SOON AS THEY STAND UNITED AGAINST THE WORLD AND THEY SIMULTANEOUSLY FEEL THE SEAR OF THE MARK AND-!!! OOOOOH BOYYYYYY
Ino was born with Shisui's soulmark on her besides her parents'🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹❤️‍🔥
This is so beautiful and interesting, anon, thanks for sharing with us!!!! Have a great day, this was a lovely way to wrap up the week 🥰
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starlocked01 · 9 months
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Dukexiety Week Day 7- Soulmates
Summary: Virgil makes a pet food run with disastrous wonderful results
WC: 2441
Warnings: swearing, panic attacks, non-consensual touch (non-sexual), negative self talk, past abusive relationship, past Anxceit, nonbinary Remus
A/N: Who would I be if I didn't write the soulmate prompt and post it late for Remus' birthday? Happy Birthday my favorite intrusive thot! 💚
@dukexietyweek
"Look alive, Sunshiiine~"
Virgil groaned and rolled over in bed, ignoring his alarm. Truthfully, he wasn't sure why it was still armed since he had nothing to wake up for anymore.
The alarm jarringly skipped from the Danger Days opening to Brendon Urie screaming about something or other. Virgil groaned and wrapped a blanket over his head. He just didn't want to get up and he could feel it becoming an awful day already.
Fuck fuck fuckity fuck.
After three more screaming emo songs, Virgil finally managed to sit up to the softer tones of Evanescence, rubbing at his eyes and groaning in general protest of the concept of mornings. More like mournings.
He grabbed his favorite edgy hoodie and threw it on over his nightshirt, yawning as he smacked the shit out of the alarm clock. Wincing at the cracks and pops in his joints as he stood, Virgil made his way over to the full length mirror hot glued to his bedroom door. Most of his decorations were hot glued in place because of Ryuk.
As if on cue, the slinky little black kitten pushed her way in the slightly ajar door, meowing her own protest against Virgil’s inability to wake up and feed her promptly in the morning. Virgil smiled softly and bent down, petting her and ruffling the fur between her ears.
"Easy, baby. I'll get your food soon," he promised as the kitten stretched up to paw at the strings of his hoodie. Ryuk was about the only one in his life who he let see him without his daily make-up routine, and the only one who didn't flinch upon seeing his dead black soulmark.
Virgil scooped her up and stood to examine himself. The deep dark markings under his eyes and streaking down his cheeks to his neck were a complete enigma. Most soulmarks were on shoulders, hips, hands, or elbows, places people commonly accidentally bumped each other. He had no idea who would touch his face this way the first time they met. It didn't look like a kiss, it looked like he was going to get beat up and his soulmark was just the dark omen of how shit his soulmate would be.
He sighed and let Ryuk perch on his shoulder- he swore his cat wanted to be a parrot- and pulled out his concealer from the make-up bag on his dresser. Ryuk watched carefully as he covered the dark soulmark, the little kitten hardly blinking. She only shifted her weight to counterbalance Virgil’s movements.
Several layers of concealer and foundation later, Virgil’s face looked as pasty as a boo ghost made of a bed sheet. He smiled sharply, grabbing eye liner because emo has got to emo and finishing the look with black lipstick. He didn’t bother to cover up the three pads of his fingers that were inky black. Hardly anyone noticed them. Ryuk meowed her support of her dark strange dad and jumped all the way to the floor, waiting impatiently for Virgil to follow.
"Alright! Food time," Virgil giggled and opened the door for her. At least Janus had left him the cat, right?
Virgil frowned as his thoughts swirled right back around to his ex. Of course they knew they weren't soulmates, but it had been reassuring being with someone else who had a strange facial soulmark. And Janus had been amazing at helping Virgil stay calm and focused enough to survive reasonably well despite near crippling anxiety.
That was until Virgil found out Janus had been lying about his soulmark for the three years they were together.
For three years, that snake had been covering up his activated soulmark with black makeup, making Virgil think he didn't know exactly who he was supposed to be with. All so he could live rent free and do almost nothing to contribute to their household, because Janus' actual soulmate wanted him to get a job. Sometimes, Virgil even wondered if the man he'd shared his bed with was actually gay. 
The break up had left Virgil absolutely devastated, and Ryuk was the only good thing to come of the relationship. So he spoiled her as responsibly as he could, taking care of the only being who truly loved him.
Depressing. Welcome to the life of the most pathetic-
Ryuk mewled as if to chastise Virgil for delaying feeding her even longer. Virgil followed the little black kitten down to the kitchen, stretching and trying to forget the previous train of thought. He picked up Ryuk’s personalized food dish (that had been an awkward request at Pet’s Mart), dumping the few soggy pellets left over from the night before and giving the dish a good rinse. He rubbed it dry with a towel while Ryuk sat patiently at his feet, waiting for her food now that she knew Virgil was actually working on it. 
He set the bowl on the counter and reached up to the cabinet where he kept her food. “Soon, pretty kitty. Just be patient for me,” he cooed at her, finding a small amount of pleasure in her responsive mew. He smiled until his hand hit nothing but the wooden shelf of the cabinet.
“What the-” Virgil’s attention snapped right back to the cabinet, swearing when he discovered that Ryuk had finished the last of their food stores last night. He groaned and glanced down at the expectant kitten, “I am so sorry- I forgot to stock up, baby.”
Ryuk tilted her head, not understanding why the magic food door wasn’t providing her the food she desperately needed to survive in this house.
“Shit- I’ll be right back-” Virgil stepped away from the counter, followed by a loud cat cry protest. He winced, hating to leave her wanting as he found a pair of ripped up black skinny jeans to throw on. The last thing he wanted right now was an impromptu shopping trip, but that was exactly what was happening. 
Ryuk kept meowing as Virgil slipped on his favorite Converse and nudged her away from the door so he could leave. He locked the door and double checked by trying to open it before walking briskly down the sidewalk with head down. 
Of course he’d forgotten his headphones to drown out the annoying shoppers around him. Virgil’s mood soured more with each step towards the store. It was truly shaping up to be a terrible day.
Virgil glanced around as he entered the store with his hood pulled all the way up. He felt acutely aware of how suspicious he looked right now. But that couldn’t be helped. He just wanted to grab Ryuk’s food and get out of there as soon as possible. He made a beeline for the Pets section, scanning the shelves for her preferred brand. He sighed in relief seeing there was one bag left. He bent down to pick it up when he heard a loud shrill whistle behind him.
“Day-um! What an ass! Is there another bag down there, sweet cheeks?”
Virgil inhaled sharply and stood up slowly, clutching the bag to his chest, “N-no, and I need this bag-” he balked at the acrid smell of pickle brine and sharp tangy iron coming from the barely dressed person standing far too close to him. He took a tentative step back toward the shelves.
“Fuck! You just had to take that one- it’s the only brand that tastes any good! Can’t your pooch or whatever settle for something else?” The person wearing what Virgil could only describe as a studded lime green bikini bottom and full body fishnets was staring at him, hands firmly on their hips. Virgil noted a nonbinary they/them pin before a wave of nausea washed over him as the smell intensified and mixed with a very deep seated feeling that this stranger was about to attack him over cat food.
“N-no, Ryuk only eats this,” He managed to stammer.
“Wait- like from Death Note?” their eyes gleamed with recognition, “You named your dog after a Shinigami?”
“She’s a cat!” Virgil exclaimed, taking another backward step and gulping as his back hit the edges of the shelving behind him, knocking a few bags off, “please- please leave me alone-”
“Hey, I’m just trying to negotiate here,” they complained, stepping closer instead. Virgil could feel tears welling up in his eyes as his terror skyrocketed.
“Go- leave- please leave me alone-” He whispered as they stepped right up in his face. He felt his logical brain shutting down, wishing he wasn’t pinned against the shelves so he could run. 
“Whoa- for one, you’re really cute,” The stranger smiled a strange wide grin, “I’d love to get to know you- wait- are you crying? What the shit?”
Virgil’s knees buckled underneath him and he slid the ground, clutching the cat food like it was his only lifeline. His breathing was rapid and shallow as he curled in on himself, praying the stranger would go away. 
“Woah, buddy, I didn’t mean-”
The stench of the rude stranger with zero sense of personal boundaries increased tenfold and Virgil felt as if he was about to pass out. 
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Remus stared at the emo laying in the fetal position at their feet. Goddamn it they’d been trying to come across less creepy when they were flirting. They crouched down and tried to gently push the man’s hood off his face to see if he was still conscious. 
How the fuck did things like this keep happening to Remus?
They saw the tears slipping down the man’s cheek. Oh fuck-
“Woah, buddy, I didn’t mean-”
The emo clutched at the bag of cat food and didn’t even respond to their voice. Remus figured the best  way to help would be to help him ground himself so they  could apologize for being so terrifying. Not that they were trying to be scary. If people were scared of them, that was their problem and Remus would not take responsibility for it. 
They kneeled in front of the man and reached out slowly, “hey- can you take a deep breath with me? Shit dude, I really didn’t mean to scare you over a bag of kibble-” When the man didn’t respond, only crying softly and breathing like a bunny, Remus inhaled and swore under their breath. Fuck Fuck Fuck. What would a smart person do? Remus sighed. If they knew that answer, they wouldn't be in this predicament in the first place. 
Gently they reached to cup the man’s face, wiping their thumbs at the tears staining his bottom eyelids. No sooner had Remus touched the man than his hand came up to smack his wrist away. Remus gasped and pulled back, their palms and wrist stinging.
Remus rubbed their wrist and harrumphed, “I’m just trying to help!” They glanced back at the stranger and gasped. Shimmery purple glowed beneath what looked like several layers of makeup on the man’s face. It spread from under his eyes to all the way down his neck. Remus stared, absolutely transfixed. Of course they had seen activated soulmarks before. But they’d never caused an activation…
Remas gasped again and spread their palms out in front of them. They started in disbelief at the green shimmery swirls that settled into a Lichtenberg figure before their eyes. They knew soulmarks sometimes formed into patterns that represented the soulmate. They looked back at the man on the ground to find him staring at his fingers, the ones he’d used to smack Remus away.
“Holy shit-” 
“Read my mind, emo. What’s your name?”
The man blinked up at Remus as if taking them in for the first time.
“Oh- Oh it’s really you…”
Remus grinned, “yeah- sorry that was so stressful.”
“I- yeah, but it’s fine,” the man shrugged, “I’m… MyNameIsVirgil,” he rushed out and Remus grinned, “he/him, by the way. I saw your pin.”
Remus nodded, “thank you, Virgil. Remus. God, I want to see your mark without all that makeup… but maybe that’s a second date idea.”
Virgil laughed sharply, “that’s assuming there’s a first!”
“There better be! I have got to meet this shinigami pussy that’s been stealing my food!”
“You… eat cat food? For real?’
Remus shrugged, “It’s cheap. Please?”
Virgil sat up and offered Remus his hand, “what’s with the ninja stars?”
Remus broke into raucous laughter, “Oh Fuck! Lolo is not gonna believe this-”
Virgil squinted, “Who? No. Too much to process right now. Um.. could you please let me get up?”
Remus scooted away on the linoleum floor, giving Virgil space to get his legs beneath him. They stood and offered Virgil a hand, subtly showing off the lightning soulmark. 
“Woah- oh that’s- is gorgeous okay?” Virgil asked, staring at the mark.
“Yeah, for sure.” Remus nodded and offered again to help him up. “Let’s go pay and talk this out at your place.”
Virgil paused a long moment before eventually nodding in agreement. He took their hand and stood, admiring how they held his hand gently yet still supported him enough to get up. Remus twisted the hold to interlock their fingers with his. Something about the gesture felt incredibly comforting. 
Virgil smiled weakly and followed him to the checkout. His heart was still racing, but he suspected for a different reason now. 
The real test would be how Ryuk took to this new person. 
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Virgil stood in his bathroom with the door ajar, carefully wiping the makeup off his soul mark while Remus played with Ryuk in the living room. She very much enjoyed snagging her claws on their fishnets and they seemed absolutely delighted with the kitten. Virgil sighed softly and kept wiping away at the layers, marveling as sparkly purple tentacles revealed themselves, twisting and turning all over the previously dead black area. His lip trembled and the rag dropped from his fingers.
He met his actual soulmate, and they’d turned his greatest fear and shame into something so beautiful.
Remus gasped from behind him, staring in the mirror at the swirly purple soulmark. “Oh my god- Virge-”
Virgil smiled back at them in the mirror before turning to face them, “Yes?”
“You’re super pretty now- and that ass is still magnificent. Do- do you want to date?”
“Let’s get to know each other a bit better before getting all official with labels,” Virgil chuckled, reaching to pull Remus close. 
Ryuk mewed and headbutted at Remus’ leg, feeling left out of the family hug. Both of them grinned and Virgil let her climb him back up to his shoulder before hugging Remus close.
After all, she’d basically set them up.
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navigatorsghost · 5 months
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Fic up! Latest chapter of Marked, my soulmates collectionfic - Naruto/Gaara, this time. Warnings for... well, canon, basically. Two sets of dead parents plus one dead uncle, canonical horrible childhoods, you know the drill. Rated T.
Tagging @ladytyburn who asked to be notified when this chapter went up, thankyou so much for your interest! <3
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