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@wolfstarmicrofic July 7 - prompt 7: Soulmates [word count 560]

Soulmate tattoos were a delicate topic in the wizarding world. Everybody knew you got them at midnight on your sixteenth birthday and that the word or sentence appearing somewhere on your body was the first thought passing through your soulmates’s head when they realised they were in love with you. But people usually didn’t like to talk about them, at least until they had met said soulmate. For instance, James had found out his mother had Well, now I have to break up with him on her ribs just the summer before. Monty had laughed and told him about the boy on the Ravenclaw Quidditch team he had been casually dating when he had fallen for Effie and James had excused himself and had gone to the back garden to have a mental breakdown in peace because that meant he could go to his father with no fear of his reaction whenever he decided to tell him he fancied boys as well. Still, he had hidden away in the dorm bathroom on his sixteenth birthday to look at his own tattoo, frowning when he had seen the words Great, Sirius will definitely kill me now forming right below his hips. Sirius being the oldest of the Marauders, he had already gotten his tattoo and had had no problems in sharing the Oh for fuck’s sake on the back of his neck, laughing at the fact that of all the soppy things he could have gotten, he had instead gotten a swear word, which was very on brand. Neither Remus nor Peter, like James, had told anyone about their tattoos when their birthdays had come and now that it was summer and they could all go swimming in the lake James was very glad his was in a position which kept it hidden even when he was in his swimming trunks. As always, they had wandered away from people so that Remus too could go swimming since he didn’t like undressing in front of people who weren’t the Marauders because of all the scars the wolf had marked into his skin. Even so, he was hesitating on the bank, his shirt still on.

“Come on, Moony,” Peter smiled from the tree they were placing their clothes on. “No one but us will see you.”

“And it’s really hot, the water will be wonderful,” James nodded, kicking his trousers right by Peter’s.

“It really is!” Sirius exclaimed, swimming back to the shore. “Come on Moony, what are you waiting for?”

“The last Full…” Remus said slowly. “There are new scars you haven’t seen yet, and this time they’re pretty awful.”

James opened his mouth, his heart aching for his friend, but Sirius was faster, getting out of the water and walking to Remus, catching his hands in his.

“Moony,” he said. “What have I told you?”

“They’re scars, Pads,” Remus sighed. “Nothing poetic will change that.”

“No, you know I’m too stubborn to believe that,” Sirius shook his head. “They’re constellations, Moony. And you… You are the universe.”

There was a beat, then Sirius dropped Remus’s hands and quickly turned around before diving back into the lake.

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Remus muttered, finally taking off his shirt and following Sirius.

James and Peter almost elbowed each other simultaneously when they saw the tattoo right on Remus’s spine: You are the universe.

[moxley]

[deepwaterwritingprompts]

Text: Soul Bonds must be trusted, even if you hate your partner. You are one body in two parts, feeling what they feel, signal tattoos transferring with a brush of skin, a silent messaging system.

[imfinereallyy]

Tattooed Steve, pt. 2

Part 1 here

Soooo I ended up writing more tattooed Steve. I couldn’t resist. I also realized that Eddie would be the first person to find out but like…other than Robin. But I didn’t count her because Steve and Robin are the same person honestly at this point. Anyway I hope you like it! Pt. 1 is linked above.

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It’s two weeks after Vecna when he gets his first one. It’s unexpected, impulsive even, but Steve needs to feel something. He has just spent the past week and half waiting for Eddie to wake up, staring at his pale form, wishing away the anxiety with every beep, beep, beep that comes from the heart monitor. Begging for this stupid, stupid man to wake up.

He isn’t really sure why he wanted Eddie to wake up. Sure the ruggrats love him, and there is the general sense of not wanting any innocent person to die on his watch, but Steve knows deep down it’s about something else. Or more like the potential of something else. He tries not to think about it too hard.

So during that first week and half of watching a comatose Eddie, Steve takes his time studying the man. Learning every curve, and every scar. And eventually, every visible tattoo he can see. They are interesting, not all of them good, but all very Eddie. It somehow makes them better. Some of them are messed up from the bat bites (ironically the bat tattoos remain untouched), but they add to his aesthetic if Steve is being honest with himself.

When Eddie wakes up after that week and a half, groggy and confused (especially towards the fact that Harrington is practically holding vigil at his bedside), the first thing Steve says to him is “Oh thank god you’re awake.” The second is “What the hell were you thinking?” Before Eddie proceeds to pass out again.

Later, when all of the doctors and family and friends have had their time with him, the third thing Steve says to Eddie is, “Tell me about your tattoos.”

And despite the fact half of them are mangled, Steve doesn’t think he has ever seen anyone light up that bright in his life. And when Eddie starts waving his hands in excitement, Steve can’t help but think that he’s never been so close to the sun before.

So, two weeks after Vecna, Steve makes a decision. Or again, if he’s being honest, an impulse. He finds old books in the library about tattoos (which aren’t very helpful), and finds zines hidden between the pages (much more helpful) on stick and pokes.

Steve shows up with supplies from Melvad’s (for a probably very dangerous tattoo kit) at Robin’s doorstep. “Robs, I need you to give me a tattoo.” Then she proceeds to spit all of her morning tea on him.

After a lot of shouting “Did you hit your head again dingus? Oh my god did you get into another fight? Are you having a break down? SPEAK STEVE.”

And a lot of convincing, “Robin I’m fine. No I’m not having a breakdown. Robs, Robbie, Birdie, I swear nothing happen. I just want to do it.”

The end up on Robin’s bathroom floor (because of course all important things happen on the bathroom floor), with a look of deep concentration on her face. “I can’t believe you’re letting me do this, with only twenty minutes from a zine you smuggled out of Hawkins Library. I can’t believe they even have zines.”

“I don’t think they were aware of it honestly.” Steve snorts. His shirt was off, a patch hair already shaved off right where is heart is placed.

“Do you know what you want?” Robin asks, head tilted.

“No, not really. I was hoping you would help.”

Robin hums, like she’s resisting the urge to point out how impulsive he’s being. Like she knows he needs to do this. “Tell me what made you decide to want one.”

So Steve does. He tell her about waiting for Eddie to wake up. Wondering why Eddie got them. Wanting to own himself again, to actually like something new on his body. Put something there he had control of. His curiosity of if it were painful. His interest behind the stories of Eddies tattoos. How Eddie lit up so bright when asked. Wanting to feel like that. Wanting to be close to the sun again.

Robin mercifully didn’t look too deeply (or at least didn’t push on it) about the interest in Eddie himself. “Okay, I think I got it. Just…hold still.”

Twenty minutes later, after three passes with pen ink and a needle, Robin disinfects his tattoo. Before she covers up, she asks “Do you want to see it?”

Steve nods his head eagerly. The tattoo had painful, more painful than he expected, but he found it sort of grounding. Something to keep him aware of himself, almost as if he was able to grasp parts of himself he wasn’t conscious of before.

When Steve stands up to look in the mirror, there he sees off center on his chest, a wonky little sun. It was something a preschooler could have drawn, but it was one of the most beautiful things Steve had ever seen, and it was made by one of the most important people in his life.

Robin says shyly at Steve’s speechless state, “You said you wanted to be close to the sun again.”

Steve scoops Robin up in an instant, ignoring the stinging both on the outside and inside of his chest. “Thank you Birdie.” Which translates, you are the only person I ever need etched in me forever.

“Always, Stevie.” Which means, you’re never getting rid of me anyway.

They pull away with tearful smiles, and silent promises. Steve can start to feel maybe not much like his old self, but somewhere on the way to who he truly is.

Then Robin says, “Okay, me next.”

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okay I wasn’t sure if really anyone wanted more, or if I was going to do it but I actually really enjoyed where this ended up. Also I apologize for any tense changes. I quite literally type this on my phone and say screw it, without looking it over. Let me know if you want more maybe? Send me prompts even. Thanks for reading :)

[mo0ns-and-stars]

HC: James first tattoos are two stars right above his heart one for Sirius and one for Regulus he got them on the same day they rescued Regulus out of his parents house🌟✨

Furthermore: He asked both of the brothers to draw them without them knowing what it was for

[chlobliviate]

Wolfstar Microfics - Soulmates

Words: 824

@wolfstarmicrofic

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It was a truth universally acknowledged by the sixth years that Sirius Black had a secret.

Until his seventeenth birthday, he would take any opportunity to strip down to his pants, or even less. But that suddenly changed. He'd even stopped getting changed in the dormitory, taking his clothes into the bathroom to dress each morning and evening.

Marlene was convinced he’d gotten a tattoo he was embarrassed about. Remus and James were more concerned about spell damage from his family. Sirius point blank refused to discuss it with any of them, and after a month, they eventually stopped pushing the matter.

On Lily’s birthday, something happened that made Remus panic more than the possibility of spell damage littering Sirius’ skin. He was finishing up prefect rounds when he heard a sniffle from the cosy alcove in the library. He poked his head around the corner and was startled to see Lily wiping her eyes furiously.

He was by her side in a second, “What happened?” She shook her head. “Lils. Is it Snape? Did he—“

“No, it’s not— it’s not that.” She sniffed, “Something appeared on my skin today and I have a feeling that I know what it means but…”

“A soul mark?”

“I think so. It’s on my fucking collarbone. At least Sirius’ is on his—“ She covered her mouth quickly. “Shit, you didn’t hear that.”

“Sirius has a soul mark? Fuck. That’s why he stopped getting his kit off twice a week?” Remus stared at her collarbone as if he expected to be able to see it through her robes. “Wait. He showed you?”

She shook her head, “I saw it by accident. Someone gave him the password to the prefects' bathroom.” She said pointedly.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Remus said with a smirk. “So, on your collarbone? Can I see?”

She sighed, undid the top couple of buttons on her shirt, and slid it aside, pushing her robes back. On her collarbone, several fine lines made up a pair of delicate antlers.

Remus pressed his lips together. “Remus Lupin, don’t you dare laugh at me.” She glared at him. “It’s ’Prongs’, right? That’s what Prongs means?”

He nodded, “Yeah. His patronus is a stag.”

“You all think everyone is so stupid and oblivious, I swear. There was a whole month last year where those three idiots claimed to have a lisp as a result of a potion gone wrong. You could very clearly see the mandrake leaf under their tongues the whole time. They’re unregistered animagi.” She did up her buttons slowly. “I’m guessing Pete is some kind of rodent and Sirius is a gross, mangy, little dog.”

“Who else knows?” Remus had frozen. “They were so sure that they wouldn’t be found out. Idiots.”

“Nobody that I know of. I wasn’t about to tell anyone, I figured it related to the moons.” She smiled at him. “Honestly, the day I figured it out was the day I thought ‘Huh, maybe Potter isn’t a complete tosser’. But if you tell him I said that, I’ll hex you so hard.”

“Your secret’s safe with me.”

“And yours with me, always.” She sighed again, “James’ birthday is in March, right?”

“Yeah, a couple of weeks after mine. Are you going to tell him?”

She hummed thoughtfully, “It’d probably be funnier to wake up and let him see it himself. But that means covering myself up for two months. I don’t want to get all obsessive and weird about it like Sirius.”

“Is it bad? Sirius’ mark?”

“I— It wouldn’t be fair to tell you about it.” Lily touched his shoulder gently. “He’ll tell you all when he’s ready.”

“Yeah, I hope you’re right.” He stood up. “Anyway, I believe there’s a bottle of Firewhiskey or two waiting back in our dorm. Marlene will be getting antsy.”

***

On Remus’ birthday, he awoke at 7:37 am to a very peculiar tingling sensation on his left bum cheek. He rushed to the bathroom, not checking to see if anyone else was awake yet. He twisted around, pulling down his boxers on one side, trying to look in the mirror, but it was too high. He tried twisting around again.

“It’s stars.” A quiet voice said from behind him. “Canis Major.”

Remus looked up into the mirror and made eye contact with Sirius, who lingered in the doorway. “And yours?”

“The moon phases.” He shrugged, lowering his pyjama bottoms slightly as if he hadn’t been shielding his body from scrutiny for almost six months.

Remus took a step toward Sirius, not taking his eyes off the nine small circles, but before he could say anything, James burst in, took in the scene of his two friends admiring one another’s arses, and quickly retreated.

“Pete, do not go in there!” They heard him shout from under his pillow.

Sirius started to chuckle as a smile tugged at Remus’ lips “Happy Birthday, Moons.”

[author’s note: idk if it’s because I’m currently on day 8 of a covid infection (send help) but the image of Remus trying to see his bum in the mirror and essentially chasing his tail like a dog has me laughing, coughing and wheezing so hard.]

[heretolurkandnothingmore]

Blue and Gold.

A little illustration for a (sort of Soulmate Tattoo) fic I'm working on.

[barbra-annbunny]

Oh God, does it hurt when a lover is in pain; especially when they are out of reach from your touch.

They stared at the mirror in silence, a shared understanding of what they were seeing going unsaid. Instead of a reflection of the two men being shown in the mirror, there sat a person in a strange room. They were bent over a desk drawing on a peculiar tablet with a white stylus. Their long braids were laid flat against the back of the chair, tamped down by weird-looking earmuffs. This person wore a long shirt, a pair of shorts and not much else. Along their wrist was a hodgepodge of bracelets of all different kinds, these bracelets were nestled against the base of a tattoo. This tattoo was of a Chrysanthemum and Lily of the Valley, nestled side by side on the softest part of their inner forearm.

The men’s eyes widened before looking down to their own wrists. Upon the taller of the two’s inner forearm lay a Lily of the Valley and a Carnation nestled beside each other, as if in a warm embrace. Similarly, the blonde man had a Chrysanthemum and a Carnation laid in a similar embrace on the inner forearm. These men looked at each other again, blue meeting black. 

“I think I have a new dream,” The pirates said at the same time.

“Better than the All Blue?”, the green haired man smirked.

“Better than becoming the World’s Greatest Swordsman?” The other replied, as he put out his cigarette.

They looked back to the mirror and answered each other’s question in tandem, “Definitely.”

Carnation - January primary birth flower (reader)

Lily of the Valley - May primary birth flower (Sanji)

Chrysanthemum - November primary birth flower (Zoro)

Here’s a little blurb i wrote about Sanji and Zoro learning that their soulmate is in a completely different universe. I haven’t decided if I will expand this, let me know if you would be interested!

You are here | Ch 2 | Ch 3 | Ch 4

[evyltalks]

Little rosekiller for you 🌹🔪

(First real barty and evan art hope you’ll like it)

[panickedpenguin]

A harringrove soulmate mark au where Billy goes into a tattoo shop to get the mark on his shoulder covered. He wants a grayscale skull smoking a cigarette. Tattoo artist Steve says sure, lemme see the mark. Billy takes off his jacket to reveal a sleeveless shirt, built shoulders and pink swirl of a mark. It could be a flower or strawberry ice cream or maybe a woman's vulva. Steve knows this because he's thought about it a thousand times, looking at his own mark on his own shoulder.

Steve sees the mark and begins to break down, biting his lip and clutching his arm and trying desperately in that moment to keep it in, he is a professional! But no, Steve can't help it, can't stop it, and absolutely explodes with a roar of laughter! He laughs and laughs and cackles and snickers into his hands until he can compose himself once more, only to look Billy in the eye and start all over again.

Billy scowled at the reaction. Frowned until he huffed and turned around to leave. Steve called wait wait wait, wait!

Billy only fully turns around when he realizes Steve is taking off his button down, revealing tattoos across his chest and arms and something winding down his hip and into his pants. Steve turns sideways and lifts his arm a bit, indicating where to look, and once Billy sees he really can't look anywhere else. For right there, on Steve's shoulder, opposite arm to Billy's own, is his matching mark.

The match to Billy's mark is on this guy's shoulder, circled in a bright sun, spiraling out in a gorgeous mandala effect to highlight the pink mark itself. Billy stared and stared until he looks up to meet Steve's eyes. Billy is roiling in emotion all at once, overrun with fear and finding himself shifting minutely into a defensive stance.

But Steve is just smiling. Smiling and smiling and saying I'll give you the tattoo for free if you have dinner with me.

[fredmundo]

Oh, Edge of Great guitar riffs and matching harmonies, ilysm

[aftgmostly]

List of fics to read Andreil edition (5+1)

Tales from a Quirky Small Town by @gluupor (Gilmore girls AU)

i only need the working of my hands by @littlespoonevan (Andrew gets amnesia a year after canon)

growing pains by Ominous, nightquills (Stuart is Neil's guardian, High School AU)

hold on to let go by moonix, djhedy, fuzzballsheltiepants (they reunite post-college)

A Me For Every You by sambutwithbooks (5+1 thing, soulmates AU with different universes. this one is AMAZING)

i shall not live in vain by redskiesandsailboats (Soulmate AU, flowers bloom on your body when they get hurt)

I Hate Him by DeeLeBee (Soulmate AU, your soulmate feels pain when you lie to them)

BONUS

Jerejean fic: This Ink Is Still Drying by sourpastels (Tattoo artist Jean)

[fizzytoo]

hey, soldier

[wangxianficrecs]

💙 when you say nothing at all by sysrae

💙 when you say nothing at all

by sysrae (@fozmeadows)

T, 4k, Wangxian

Summary: Wei Ying tips his head to indicate the roped-off room. “What’s going on over there?” “Oh!” Mo Xuanyu brightens. “We’re hosting a performance artist, one day only. His name’s Hanguang-Jun.” Kay's comments: This story never fails to gut me. Inspired by performance art of Marina Abramovic ("The Reunion of Lovers") where she reunited with her former lover Ulay. In this story, it's Lan Wangji being a performance artist under the pseudonym of Hanguang-Jun and without having planned it, him and Wei Wuxian reunite during one performance, still very much in sync and able to read each other's emotions. My heart aches for them, so much. This is beautifully written. Excerpt: Gelatinous minutes tick by until, with what feels like a dreamlike slowness, the guard ushers Wei Ying forwards. Stepping through the curtain, he looks around slowly: a scatter of people stand nearby in the roped-off viewing area, some looking at the art, but most not. Nobody speaks; there’s only the music, gentle and longing as Wei Ying turns, finally, to take his first look at Hanguang-Jun – Wei Ying freezes. Thinks, for one jarring moment, that he’s hallucinating; that he’s finally lost his mind. But no: the man sitting before him, dressed in flowing robes of white and pale blue, his long hair kept half up in an antique silver guan with a ribbon across his perfect forehead – the man staring back at him with wild disbelief, lips parted in shock; the man whose working name is evidently Hanguang-Jun – is Lan Zhan, his Lan Zhan, and the utter impossibility of it shatters Wei Ying’s heart into a million different pieces. He wants to speak, but he has no words; almost chokes on hysterical laughter when he remembers that he isn’t actually meant to speak. He staggers to the empty chair and sits because the alternative is falling down, but has barely taken the weight off his feet before Lan Zhan is rising, gliding over to stand beside him, staring down with those brown-gold eyes, the exact shade of which Wei Ying has tried a hundred, a thousand times to capture in ink without ever quite succeeding –

pov wei wuxian, modern setting, modern no powers, past sex work, past homelessness, jiang family dynamics, yu ziyuan being an asshole, artist lan wangji, tattoo artist wei wuxian, emotional hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending, getting together, reunions, soulmates, mutual pining

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[xi-xi-chen]

I made this a while back, so it's very rough, but I guess I finally found some courage to post it. It's a soulmate tattoo kinda thingie I thought about. I'm not sure if I'll make the next part.