#verse: soulmate

[asoiafdrabbles]

quick F&B/HOTD thing

Summary: Aemond is the first Targaryen of his generation to get a soulmark.

Aemond/Jacaerys. Soulmate AU.

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On noon of his sixteenth nameday, with a blazing sun looking down upon him as it had all Valyrians in the past, Aemond smugly watched as the name of his soulmate began to wind around his arm. Aegon had no soulmate, nor Helaena (though he wishes she had, if only because he was sure they would be sweet and kind to her as Aegon would not be), but Aemond did. Aemond who had been dragon-less for so much of their lives, finally being the one chosen first by the magic in their blood.

When the name became legible, his smugness deserted him. "Jacaerys Velaryon" sat permanent against his pale skin, aquamarine and black, red and silver.

His father, the King, gave a pleased exclamation, laughing and clapping, and Helaena, sweet Helaena, joined him, perhaps unaware of the way their mother looked moments from collapsing, or the cruel twist of Aegon's eyes as his Strong boy's name appeared on Aemond.

But, no, Aemond realized with faint dread, the name of a soulmark was considered a true name, and the gods titled Jace a Velaryon in a way the Faith would not deny.

He was thankful grandfather was not there, two unmarked grandchildren having convinced him that Aemond would be no different. Surely he would be flaying the skin from Aemon's arm to hide this sacred truth. If her heir was not a bastard, Rhaenyra gained some greater regard in the realm.

"I'll send word to Dragonstone," father was saying, a huge grin stretched across his face. "Your matched will be King someday, Aemond, you, too, must be meant for great things."

It was the closest he thought his father had ever come to giving him a compliment and while he was sickened in a way, he could not stop running over that fact in his head. His eyes went to his mother, then Aegon, then returned to his mother, who met his gaze.

Aemond saw the struggle there. She was working so hard to crown Aegon, but now it would be at odds with Aemond's own future.

Then Helaena stepped in front of him, breaking his gaze and allowing their mother to shuffle from the room with their father. She held his own with gentle reverence, her smile lighting up her eyes. "No dancing," she whispered, as though she were sharing a secret. "No dying."

He touched the mark himself, tracing the fine lines, the ominous threat of what would happen if he denied his match as much present as the joy she felt that he'd been marked.

Jacaerys had been his friend, once, and perhaps the seeds for this had been planted, then.

"Our poor nephew, bound to such a frigid cunt as you." Aegon was still glaring, lips twisted so that he was more baring his teeth than smiling. "That is, if Uncle Daemon doesn't take your head for stealing his daughter's betrothed."

Aemond would like to say that his uncle didn't intimidate him, but he'd be a fool. Though, now he had a new reason to fear the man--Aemond's soulmate was between him and the throne for his sons, just as he and his brothers were an obstacle to Rhaenyra's ascension.

He frowned, ignoring whatever else Aegon was saying (he relied far too heavily on coming up with a few clever insults and reusing them), as he thought through how he might ensure his family's safety through Jace and what new threats that could bring.

[hippielittlemetalhead]

Never Took The Time (To Forgot) part 4.1 : With a Capital 'P'

Part 4.2 (Hey Dingus? Idk, the title for that one is up in the air.) will be up as soon as I have it somewhere I like (doing a different character's pov instead of Hop so it's giving me some trouble). Felt really bad that I hadn't updated in a while and this one was getting longer than I expected and I hadn't even gotten Robin really talking yet so... Happy Valentine's Day?

Part 1 (Hop Fucks Up), Part 2 (Pride and Prejudices: Joyce Edition), Part 3 (One of Us)

Family Video and the Arcade were two of the few businesses still operating after the inter-dimensional earthquakes that had tried tearing their town to pieces. Hop knew the kid who used to run the place for his uncle, Keith, had split town with his folks (said uncle in tow) leaving the store and arcade in the care of whatever employees had been willing to stay on payroll while the world fell apart.

He watches as Harrington's (more banged up than never remembers it being) car stops in front of the video store, parked parallel to the curb across at least 3 parking spots, as a wildly gesticulating Robin rolls herself out of the idling vehicle, jabbering loud enough that Hop can hear her voice from down the block. With most cars owned by the folks of Hawkins being commandeered by Owens' government goons to fill the gaps left by lost military vehicles it doesn't much matter but Hop can't help a bit of an eye roll at the kid's audacity.

But then again, he catches himself thinking, Steve was one of the only 'civilians' in-the-know and was well-known for carting around and protecting proven assets to the War Of The Worlds shitshow going on. So was there really an issue if the kid was one of the only cars on the road anyway and because he was even more read-in on the situation than even local law enforcement? If he was not only transporting and protecting people the government had a vested interest in but had proven himself more effective than even Hop and Joyce in wrangling the kids who had basically been saving the world for the last 4 years? If he kept them safe and out of harm's way in the thick of it but also kept them entertained and out from underfoot during the downtime?

Hell, the kid being one of the only employees left at some of the last businesses in town these brats would have any interest in almost guarantees the whole lot of them are continuously stocked in movies, snacks and quarters to distract them from even the most world shaking of calamities.

It hadn't occurred to him until just now what it meant for The Party that Steve and Robin seemed to be the only ones willing to hang around behind the counter at the arcade and sell and rent movies to shell-shocked townsfolk and tight-lipped government goons alike. Fuck, Lucas and Mike were right. He was an asshole.

He's pulled out of the slow spiral of realizing Mike Wheeler of all people had been right about something by Steve hollering one last "Love you, Bobby!" at a grinning and waving Buckley as she flung open the video store door and stumbled inside. He waits for the car and it's driver to round the corner before he gets out of his own government-issued station wagon. Fuck but he missed his truck.

"Welcome to Family Video, I literally just got here so you're gonna have to give me a minute before I can help you."

"I'm uh, I'm not here for a movie." He can tell she recognizes his voice (and it's a little impressive how quickly she clocks him since he's spoken only a couple words anywhere near her maybe twice in his memory. Girl has a good ear) from the way her entire body stills for a split second before whirling back into the hurricane of motion he's come to associate with her.

"Afraid we've only got movies round here, officer. You want any other medium of entertainment I'd suggest the arcade or the distribution yard." She's still not looking at him, hands busy shuffling papers and flipping open VHS cases. "Sorry, guess we'll have to catch up another time."

Hop sighs, running a hand over the short growth he's slowly getting used to again. He'd almost shaved it down again but El had been so happy when she'd realized they were growing out at about the same rate. He couldn't ever say no to her.

"Look, I know you don't like me. And it has been brought to my attention just how much I fucking earned that. But I- I need your help here, to fix it."

The flurry of movement doesn't stop but it's tighter, she's fiddling with something shoved up her shirt sleeve and tapping at the casing of a button connected to a wire leading into her green vest. Bright blue eyes are focused on him and he's almost reminded of the no-nonsense look Nancy Wheeler gets whenever they're faced with the world ending, but the girl in front of him is colder. He has no doubts that where Nancy Wheeler would tear down giants for what she believed is right, Robin Buckley would burn the world if it meant saving her people.

"Fine. He'll be back from his patrol-" He didn't remember assigning a patrol schedule and he's not sure if this is Steve's own initiative or if he's been roped into something by Owens' people. "in about twenty minutes. You have fifteen. Now why should I help you?"

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[iwasbored777]

This was so relatable cuz I remember from school that languages you speak every day get so complicated with their grammar and you end up having better grades in foreign languages than ones you're expected to know the best. I used to have a better grade in a language that I studied for a year than the one I speak since I was a toddler.

[the-kr8tor]

Silk & Cologne

Hobie Brown x Silk!Reader Relationship Headcanons.

Pairing: Hobie Brown x Silk! gn Reader/ Spider-Punk x Silk! gn Reader

Word count: 3.8k

Tags: No use of Y/N, No specific physical description of the reader, TW blood, TW needles, TW injuries, canon typical violence, fluff, hurt/comfort, Kinda soulmate AU.

*I don't consent to having my work translated/ published on other platforms*

You meet Hobie while you're running away from his team of spider-people.

You are an anomaly who accidentally entered a different dimension from yours, but you didn't know that at the moment. Your biggest worry right now are the various spider-people going after you for some reason. 

Running and swinging from unfamiliar rooftops, you feel an invisible rope tug at you, this is probably your silk sense telling you where to go, you thought, so you follow it on instinct.

Unbeknownst to you, Hobie Brown aka Spider-Punk feels the exact same invisible rope pull him towards somewhere. He just got out of the inter-dimensional portal when he felt an unfamiliar feeling.

Also thinking it's his spidey senses keeping him on his toes, he follows it. He ignores all the calls from his comms to follow his instincts. 

You both swing towards the mysterious pull, until you both almost collide in the air with each other. 

You and Hobie both lean away last minute from each other to prevent the collision.

Your eyes lock with his for the first time.

You both feel the invisible rope stop pulling, it's replaced by longing and an unidentified urge.

As you both swing in the air you get a good look at each other. Time seems to be in slow motion as you both swing in a circle just watching each other. 

The others catch up to the both of you, stopping at a nearby rooftop, watching you both curiously. 

"What the hell am I watching?" Gwen Stacy asks as she watches you circle each other. 

"Looks like some sort of mating dance" Peter B. Scratches his neck. 

"Oh God, they're a silk variant, Lyla, Get Miguel and tell him to bring the silk blockers, this could get ugly" Jess says in her comms.

"Ohh, Dramaa. Miguel's on his way" Lyla reports.

It seemed to be hours just circling each other, waiting for either one of you to make a move. 

Suddenly you both get tackled at the same time, landing on a dirty rooftop, you bite and scratch at the assailant. 

You see from your peripheral that he's getting manhandled by someone in a blue suit, you watch as he quickly injects something in him, that makes your stranger go limp. The same invisible pull you felt dulls a little bit. 

You turn back to the woman holding you down, your eyes widen before she plunges the needle with the same color in your neck.

Darkness wraps you immediately. The last thing you see is the sunlight bouncing off the metal on his suit.

You wake up from the noise of different voices arguing. 

You're in a futuristic prison of some sort, you listen to the conversation for some answers, the magnetic pull seems to get stronger every second.

"Hobie you didn't see how they reacted, they're like feral or something!" Gwen pleads.

"Yeah, because you bloody tackled them!" Hobie uncharacteristically screams at Gwen.

"Let them go now" He demands Miguel.

"Don't you see Hobie, you're already captivated, it's because you were both bitten by the same radioactive spider, it created an irresistible attraction between you two, it will overwhelm you once the blockers I injected in both of you wears off" Miguel pinches the bridge of his nose "You two are linked together. You need to take this pheromone blocker to see reason" 

You see him hold a blue pill. 

"Take it before you become a danger to yourself and them" Miguel points at you. 

They all look towards you, now awake, your pupils blown up like a balloon, with all the eyes on you, your only attention is on the leather clad form. 

Hobie looks at you then to the pill, every second he wastes not taking the medication, he feels the pull towards you get stronger, it's almost painful. 

Listening to Gwen, he grabs the pill quickly downing it. 

He sighs as the pressure subsides.

Hobie feels like himself again.

You sigh as you feel it too, the pain without him next to you dulls. It's like an itch you can't scratch. 

Hobie crouches next to you. 

You lock eyes, the attraction still there, but you both don't have the animalistic need to be with each other.

"They need to take it too, so the medicine can take full effect" Miguel gives Hobie an identical pill. 

"Where am I? Who are you?" You meekly speak for the first time. 

"My name's Hobie Brown, apparently we were bitten by the same spider, we're linked with each other," Hobie looks towards Miguel "open it, they won't do anything" 

"How'd you know?" Miguel raises his brow.

"I just know" 

Miguel deactivates the orange glow around you.

You stand up to your full height, Hobie mirrors your movement. He hands you the pill, your hands brush against each other, electricity cackles around Hobie's hand. 

You swallow it down dryly. Feeling the pressure completely alleviate, you finally feel normal. 

Hobie feels the same, he still feels connected to you, somewhat. Like a lingering aftertaste. But there's no feeling of suddenly jumping your bones in front of everyone.

"Okay, now where the hell am I?" You push past Hobie, he gets surprised with your sudden change of tone.

Miguel gives you the spidey orientation added with some context on silk variants. 

Learning that you were bitten by the same spider feels kinda weird. Like how Lyla put it simply "it's like your soul mates, kindred spirits" then she sighs while holographic hearts float above her head.

Then finding out what you both felt hours ago, was actually an animalistic urge to mate? That is the weirdest thing ever.

After hearing the word mate leave Miguel's mouth, you take a step further away from Hobie, you just met the man and you were ready to rip off each other's clothes the second you saw each other? 

Miguel, the boss of the entire spider society, you just learned, offered you a place in their elite group. As long as you and Hobie keep taking the medication of course.

You accept the offer. A few hours ago, you thought you were the only person with spider powers, being locked in a bunker alone for almost ten years makes you lonely. Now that there's an entire team who understands you and a man who's basically your soulmate you cannot say no. 

You don't want to be lonely ever again.

You've been part of the spider society for a few weeks now, becoming friends with the other spider people. 

You were afraid of coming out of your assigned room for the first few days just in case there's another spider-person out there who was bitten by the same radioactive spider. You definitely don't want to ever feel that way again. 

Miguel tasked you to train so you could hone your skills. 

In your surprise you see Hobie in the training room, honestly you were avoiding him, with how weird you two first met, who wouldn't?

"O'hara, really?" You glare at Miguel. 

Weirdly enough, you and Miguel have become fast friends, probably because he keeps you closely monitored in case your 'charms' go haywire again. 

You call it your 'charms' since you didn't like that everyone called it pheromones, it gave you the ick.

"Being in close proximity to each other helps in training you in keeping your urges in check" Miguel informed you both, "you've taken both your meds, right?"

"Yes bossman, otherwise I would be all over them right now" Hobie teases you both. 

You almost broke your own neck with how fast you turned to look at Hobie.

Miguel sighs "Whatever just keep it PG" He leaves, the doors hiss closed once he stepped outside. 

"I like your suit" Hobie breaks the ice as he roams his eyes over your form. 

"Thanks, I made it from my own webbing" you lift your arms to show it off.

"That's -"

"Please don't say hot" 

"I was gonna say punk rock, but that works too" 

Ignoring his last comment, you walk towards the console to start up the training simulation.

"You've been avoiding me" he says matter-of-fact. 

"Hmm, I wonder why" you play with the console's settings, continuing in ignoring him.

Suddenly you feel strong arms caging you in, you turn around, and find yourself trapped by Hobie, your back gets blocked by the console so you don't have anywhere else to go. 

Your breath hitches in your throat. You can feel his warmth with how close he is. You look up at him through your eyelashes. 

"It bothers you then? Our connection" Hobie tilts his head in question. 

"No it doesn't, it's just weird and awkward. I've already wasted ten years of my life locked up, I don't want a spider defining the rest of it, do you?" Despite your brain telling you to just swing away, you fight it off and speak your mind. 

Hobie smirks, oh how he likes that fire, he intends to feed it, let it spread, he would let it burn him as long as he gets to see the real you without the pheromone fog clouding his thoughts. 

"No I don't, but we've both been away from each other for a while, and yet you still feel it don't you? The want to be near each other, the need to protect each other" Hobie rambles on, "I think it's our shared spider senses telling us something, it would be a shame to not explore it" 

"What a shame, then" taunting him, you lean up closer, your breaths mixing with each other. 

Suddenly Miguel's booming voice surrounds the large training grounds "LEAVE ROOM FOR THE HOLY SPIRIT!" 

You both pull away snickering at Miguel's comment. 

No matter how hard you try to ignore what Hobie said you can't, because he's right, even though you take the medication, you still feel him. Every time he goes back to Nueva York, for some reason you feel his presence even though you didn't see him around the building; same goes for when he leaves, you feel some sort of emptiness inside you. 

You ask Miguel whether his medication isn't completely working. 

"It's not the medication's fault, there'll always be that lingering feeling. You're connected to each other, whether you like it or not" Miguel has his back turned to you, "best to just ignore it" 

You huff at his comment, dissatisfied with his answer.

You try to ignore him, you do but it's basically impossible since you're friends with his friends and you both work at the same place. You keep seeing him EVERYWHERE.

Hobie does it on purpose though, whenever another spidey gets partnered up with you on a mission, he convinces them to swap with him. 

"You, again?!" You scoff. "Lyla said I would be partnered up with Noir this time"

"He had something come up," Hobie shrugs. "Right Lyla?"

Lyla appears suddenly "yep, some goons to punch and what not" 

"Ugh!" You swing away.

Hobie winks at Lyla as she shapes a heart with her hand. 

Whenever you come to the mess hall with a long line of hungry spider-people, Hobie's already sitting down with an extra tray of food next to him. He nonchalantly looks at you with a smug smile on his lips. 

You would ignore his invitation but he's always with backup, he would be with Gwen or Pavitr, whom you have grown fond of over the last few months. So you reluctantly swing towards them.

It also doesn't help that he's your assigned trainer, all the lingering looks and touches when he's correcting your form, wakes up the butterflies in your stomach. 

You spend so much time with him, it's impossible to ignore the feeling.

Hobie loves leaving you cd's of movies and music you missed from the last decade in your dimension. He drops it on your doorstep every chance he's got.

One time you got hurt while on a mission without Hobie, you tried to hide the deep gash on your shoulder from your team, but of course you stubbornly deny it.

Entering the inter-dimensional portal, you feel the stabbing pain on your shoulder. Ignoring the pleas from your team, you give them a pained smile, telling them that your enhanced healing will fix it. 

When you reach the hallway where your room resides, you see Hobie leaning on your door, you feel the magnetic pull towards him. With no choice but to confront him, despite the pain, you saunter towards your door with your head held up high. 

"I don't remember ordering a doormat" You tease him, You felt a chill run through your body from the pain and blood loss. 

"I felt that y'know, the cold" He stares at you seriously. "I felt the exact moment you got injured, I never want to feel that ever again" he straightens up, anticipating what comes next.

"Hobie I'm - " You feel nauseous, you fall towards him, he catches you in one swift motion. 

"Stop being so bloody stubborn. Let me help you please" He softly says right next to your head.

You shift your head to look at him directly, memorizing every detail of his face, counting every single one of his piercings. 

He shakes you out of your stupor, "Oi, stay awake for me, yeah?" 

You swallow down the pain, "Okay, Hobie, you can help me" 

Without missing a beat he carries you towards the med bay, expertly weaving through spider-people. 

The entire time you were in the med bay, he was there with you, with every stitch to close your wound, he was there. You instinctively reached for his hand to hold on to. 

When you finally woke up, he was sitting on a chair next to your bed, asleep. You take note of his hand still holding yours. You watch him, his chest moving up and down, taking note of every single detail of his suit, every crease of his boots; the different pins he has on his vest. You count every callus he has on his fingers.

 Oh

When Miguel finally approves your proposal to finally go back to your own dimension. Now that you're both stable enough to be around each other; your stomach flips when you remember it's also Hobie's dimension. 

With your reintegration back to society, you ask Jess, (the only adult you trust) to help you in finding a place to live in. And possibly a Job, to feel like a normal human again.

Thanks to Jess your transition back to your own dimension was pretty smooth. You still feel the pull here and there, but now you've gotten used to it. So used to the feeling and his presence, you didn't notice him perched on your windowsill. 

"Nice place you got here" Hobie whistles.

"Christ!" 

"Just me, lovey" he takes off his mask and enters your abode. "D'you need a doormat?" Hobie holds a brown rectangle in his hand. 

"What?" You take it from hobie with a raised brow, "Come back with a warrant" laughing once you read it out loud. 

"Glad you liked it, nicked it from another flat" Hobie smiles hearing your laugh, he goes towards your fridge to rummage through it.

"Wait, what! Please don't tell me it's from a neighbor" You follow him, opening the freezer, showing him different kinds of soda he can choose from. 

" 'Course not, got it from another building in a nicer neighborhood" he opens a can of orange soda. 

"So you basically swung around the city, holding this" you hold up the doormat. You must like me a lot. You wanted to add but you bite your tongue.

"Yeah, what of it?" He rummages through your cupboards. "You got any food in this dump?" 

You roll your eyes, knowing his schedule you hand him a packet of biscuits for his patrol. You wish he could stay though.

Whenever you're both free from your responsibilities and obligations, Hobie mysteriously appears in your flat, holding a dvd of another movie you missed and a large bag of popcorn, three feet tall, how and where in the world did he even get that? 

Sometimes though you're the instigator, instead of movies and a comically large popcorn, you bring him to different places around the city. Museums, a walk in the park, cafés, and concerts of bands that Hobie likes (that you like too but you don't specifically tell Hobie that)

When you're swinging together on patrol, you point at places that have changed since you were in your bunker. Telling him stories about your experiences in some places. 

Whenever you feel hungry, sad or in pain, Hobie feels it too. He's there waiting for you and you do the same thing for him. You take care of each other.

Once you two got bored in your flat and decided to make a conspiracy/theory board on how and when you two got bit by the same spider. Both of you were so invested in it, you didn't sleep till five am. 

You woke up from the soft snores and the strong arms around you. You force one eye open, the first thing you saw was the large board you two made, riddled with pins, and pictures of places you've both been to all connected with red strings tied around the pins. 

You hear him snort in his sleep, you smile softly. Cuddling further onto his chest. He hugs you tighter, half lidded eyes looking down on you.

"First I was a doormat, now a pillow" He says in his gravelly voice from just waking up. 

"Go back to sleep or you'll be a punching bag next" 

You were in Nueva York, just hanging around with Gwen, when suddenly you felt a painful pang in your chest. You hold on to a nearby wall to steady yourself.

"You okay?" Gwen asks.

"I think -" another stabbing pain but in your skull this time. Your eyes widen in realization. 

You look up at Gwen "Hobie" you gasp, swinging towards Miguel's command center. Gwen following your move.

You didn't waste a second once you landed in his area. "Where's Hobie?!" You scream in your urgency for him to answer you quickly. Miguel's up on his platform, his back turned.

"They didn't ask for backup, stand down, Silk" he watches his numerous monitors.

"I don't give a shit, O'hara! Tell me which dimension!" You demand. 

Miguel finally turns to you, he looks down on you menacingly "I said stand down" 

You feel the pull again, a lot stronger this time, it's a primal need to protect him. 

Gwen, noticing the tension in the air, decides to simmer it down. "It's okay Miguel, we uh, understand we'll wait for them to call for backup" she stares at you to wordlessly say: play along.

"Fine" you say, faking a smile. 

Miguel grunts and finally turns around back to his monitors.

Gwen subtly knocks your shoulder with hers.

Lyla appears on a nearby table, hiding behind a console, she beckons you over. 

You crouch in front of her, she puts her index finger on her lips, she summons a board out of thin air, written on it is the dimension where Hobie is. 

You mouth a thank you to Lyla. She makes a heart with her hands. 

Wasting no time, you run away from Miguel, finding a spot to open a portal, Gwen and you swing towards it quickly. 

Once transported, smoke and chaos greet you. Your eyes roam around the area where various spider people swing around the giant mech of an octopus, clambering up the buildings. 

You panic, not seeing the familiar glint of his spikes. 

"Gwen go help the others, be careful" you instruct her.

"Go find him" She nods.

Without being able to see him, you panic, so you use the invisible web that ties you both together. Closing your eyes, you concentrate on finding the other end of the web. You try to remember his smell to help you in locating him. 

Reaching the end of the rope you finally feel him, you can hear him breathing out slow breaths, you feel every cut and bruise on his body. A tear slides down your cheeks, but you don't have time, so you swing towards him.

Dodging mechanical octopus arms, you ignore Miguel's orders ringing from your armband. 

You finally reach him inside an abandoned restaurant. He's sitting down on the floor, back against the cashier counter, his head down low, chin on his chest.

He looks up at you the moment he feels your presence. 

"You come 'ere often?" He jokes despite the pain. 

"Hobie Brown, you're an idiot" you walk towards him. 

"Yeah, but you're the one who came here, so who's the bigger idiot?" He coughs out the last part of his sentence. 

You carefully grab his chin to assess the damage. His mask torn from the side, his brilliant brown eyes now dull, you get a glimpse of a dark red gash on his chest. 

"Let's get you out of here, okay?" You hold his face, keeping him awake with your touch. 

"Have I ever told you that You're the most gorgeous person I've ever seen?" He managed to get out. 

"No, but you show it often," you smile. "Will you let me help you?" 

He gives you a blood soaked smile, "Yeah, you can help me, love" 

You both feel the tug and pull of the web, straining against itself, now taut, it finally breaks. 

You kiss him on his bloodstained lips, ignoring the taste of iron. He kisses you most fervently. 

You feel like a dam just broke in you, overflowing your senses with just Hobie flooding every fiber of your being. 

Hobie feels rejuvenated, like he can get back out again and fight the giant octopus by himself. 

You both pull away for air. Gasping and staring in each other's blown out eyes. Hobie leans forward and kisses you again, as if he hadn't seen you in years.

"We need to take out doc oc" Hobie whispers against your lips. 

As if on cue, the octopus mech falls down on the ground with a loud crash, followed by the cheers of the spider-people. 

"Guess they didn't need us" you chuckle. 

You hold him up by his arms, slinging one on your shoulder, you help him up. 

The sunlight greets you both as you step out of the building. 

You hear Gwen yell out your names. She drops down gracefully. 

"You're both Okay!" She bounces on her feet in happinesses.

"It takes more than that to kill me, Gweny" Hobie holds on to you tighter. 

Gwen opens a portal back to Nueva York. You all step in. 

You sigh in relief when the three of you finally reach the med bay. You get Hobie admitted, you hold his hand the entire time he gets treated. Thank goodness for 2099 medicine. 

He finally falls asleep, still holding your hand. Miguel enters the room, one angry look from you, he grunts as if to say 'another time then' before leaving you both. 

When he woke up you made sure that the first thing he sees is your face. 

"Hey, trouble" his gravelly voice making you smile in relief.

"You're okay?" Tears threaten to spill over your eyes. 

"Come 'ere," Hobie brings out his arm so you don't crush it as you lay down next to him. He moves his head towards you for a kiss, you close your eyes, anticipation flooding your senses.

His kiss reminds you that you'll never be truly alone in this world.

A/n: that awkward moment when you realise that you almost accidentally wrote an a/b/o fic lmao I had so much fun writing this! Couldn't even sleep without finishing it up. Is this still technically a headcanon when it's this long lol. Hope you liked it! As always comments, likes, and reblogs are appreciated ❤️

*image above is from pinterest*

[dismas-n-dismay]

Tell me why we ain't got no Soulmate AUs for Punkflower on ao3. As if peak writing wouldn't be Mr. Hobart "There's no such thing as a pre-determined destiny" Brown having to come to terms with the fact that he has 1) a fixed soulmate and 2) not only that but it's the sweetest nerd in the universe

[tiagems]

I'm obsessed with the idea of a soulmate au where every universe's soulmate thing is different. Tattoos with your soulmate's name, matching eye colors, feeling each other's pain.

On Earth 138, it's a birthmark tattoo that matches your soulmate. There's a lot of variation in that one and it fits the style of the world. Of course, Hobie doesn't like the idea of soulmates, just in general he doesn't believe in them. Despite the sunflower printed on his left shoulder, he's very loud and proud about how he "doesn't have a soulmate" and how he doesn't need some weirdo cosmic power telling him what's best. "It's creepy," he says when Gwen asks one night, looking at her own soulmark(a black band around her ring finger; it was pink when Peter was alive). "Some dickhead up in the clouds makin' decisions for me? Gross."

Earth 1610's soulmate mark is the nickname your soulmate will give you written on your wrist. Miles spent his entire childhood not really paying attention to it, but as he grows older he starts to get anxious. "Sunflower" isn't exactly a common nickname, but then again isn't that the point? And then he thinks that maybe Gwen is the answer- except she can't be, because she's from another universe and besides, she's never once called him anything other than Miles or Spider-Man.

And then he starts spending time with other Spider-Men his age. Pavitr, Margo, Peni. Hobie.

And one day Hobie just casually says "Wanna go for a swing, sunflower?"

Miles thinks his heart has exploded.

[0takusamsay]

Dog, the fact they both got a B and B+ in Spanish & English for missing too many classes just proves Gwen & Miles as soulmates. The parallel aspect in this movie speaks to my Gemini self in so many ways. They really are two peas in a pod!

"We're the same...in the important ways." ❤️

[definegodliness]

She made it for me

She lifted the glass jar that Kept my brain With two hands, gently, before her face; So, I had eyes To meet her gaze.

The cold and harsh of my confinement Turned warm and pliant; Wet, at the touch of her lips; So, I had a mouth To bend in a smile by the thrill of her kiss.

She gave me blood, And a heart to pump it; flustering spaces By will of her fingers.

Searching, svelte, Hers wove through the aether Till interlacing; electromagnetism surging. So, I had hands To caress and feel her, Soft At my palms; heated At the singe of my fingers' Exploration.

She kissed me a body in pecks of stardust.

She, my worshiping eyes. She, my devotional mouth. She, my venerating fingers.

I had lungs, lastly, by the deepest yearning To sigh her name.

I had a body. She made it for me To find its home upon completion; To be inside her; we — One in union.

--- 5-7-2023, M.A. Tempels ©

[love-towhomitmayconcern]

Bowuigi Soulmate AU - Princess Luigi Fan Art - Movie Canon Divergence/AU

Luigi who's never really searched for his soulmate, for a lot reasons, not the least of which being his off-putting soulmark. Bowser's who's given up on ever meeting his soulmate, but can't ever truly forget about it, even when chasing after Peach; the idea of true love is all he really wants.

An alternate universe where Mario doesn't catch up to Luigi, and has no idea where his brother may have landed, or even if they are in the same world.

Both Luigi and Bowser learn and grow together. Bower wants to marry and tart a family. Luigi wants that too, but cannot settle with no news of his brother, who he has absolute faith is searching for him.

Mario is searching, with the support and understanding of his soulmate, Peach. He is making little headway, however. Probably because Bowser is running interference.

But alas, the Mario brothers are meant to reunite, and when Luigi figures out what Bowser was hiding from him, it puts a strain on their relationship. Luigi wants to take a break and bond with his brother, maybe even see the world beyond the Koopa Kingdom.

Bowser, however, is not interested in being separated from his soulmate, even temporarily, and decides that they will be getting marries sooner rather than later, if Luigi wants his brother happy with his soulmate instead of living in their dungeon.

[asoiafdrabbles]

III.43

Jon catches Lord Bolton staring at him.

Domeric/Jon Soulmate AU.

Being stared at was never a good thing for a bastard, even less so when it was a Lord doing the staring. Even less again when it was a Lord with an unsavory reputation.

Lord Bolton had been staring at Jon for the last day. Not when his father could see, maybe not when anyone else could, but Jon could feel the weight of his gaze creeping over him.

He tried his best to avoid going anywhere near Bolton, knowing enough of the horror stories of him and his House to not want to risk anything, but somehow Bolton still managed to corner him alone in the early morning hours, when Jon was going about some of his chores.

"Let me see it again." It was an order and as softly spoken as it was, Jon still shivered thinking what would happen if he disobeyed.

"What, my lord?"

Bolton's eyes narrowed. "Your soulmark."

Jon stiffened, realizing that Bolton must have seen it when Jon was sparring the other morning. It had been warm enough that most of those in the ring had taken off their tops. So used to the people around Winterfell knowing his mark, Jon hadn't thought anything about exposing it, even knowing there were Lords about.

"It's a black mark," he muttered, "it doesn't matter."

Black meaning his soulmate was dead and gone before they ever even met. Which was only a relief in that whatever Bolton thought he saw, it wasn't a match for his own mark (not that Jon was entirely sure Bolton had enough of a soul to get a soulmark).

Still, he brought steadier than they felt hands to the hem of his tunic and lifted, until his side was exposed, and the blackened soulmark that took up half the length of his torso.

Bolton made a soft noise, reaching out, but stopping before touching. There was more expression on his face than Jon had ever seen, then maybe anyone had, and while that still wasn't much, he thought he saw grief there.

"Your...no...."

"Yes," Bolton replied, with a wry tilt to his lips, "I suppose you're clever enough...he would have liked that."

Jon winced, hands falling, tunic covering him once more. He floundered over what to say. There was no protocol for a bastard meeting the Lord whose dead heir was his match.

"Domeric, wasn't it?" His voice was soft, speaking the name felt almost like a sacred act.

His soulmate. Domeric Bolton.

Jon would have been a Northern Lord's spouse, if Domeric had lived. The second most powerful Lord in the North, even.

The irony of being a Bolton when Lady Stark was always terrified of Jon's nonexistent claim as a Stark would have been amusing. He could almost imagine the fun he and his soulmate could have had at her expense.

Bolton--Lord Bolton--was watching Jon, who didn't know what part of his bittersweet thoughts might have shown on his face.

"I'll speak with Lord Stark later today."

Jon frowned. "Why? It's...it's not like...."

"You were meant to be my good son. I will not leave you here to do a servant's work and be denigrated by a Southron woman."

He almost pointed out that many of the Northerners had no problem insulting bastards, but didn't. Nothing about this made him feel comfortable contradicting Lord Bolton, or doing anything at all that might seem like backtalk.

Pursing his lips, he nodded, already thinking of how he could catch his father first and make sure he knew that Jon wanted to stay in Winterfell.

Domeric Bolton was dead, there would be nothing for Jon at the Dreadfort but ghosts, no matter how uncharacteristically moved Lord Bolton seemed.

**********

Notes:

Me: I'm feeling some Domeric/Jon Me: ooh, what about a soulmate AU? The worst part of me: ooh, what if it's after Domeric's death?

[k-kroomie]

PLATONIC: MILES X GANKE♡

Love them two very much🤞🙏🙏

They are so cute they are SUNFLOWER (Miles being the SUN Ganke being the FLOWER)

I feel like Ganke and Miles would have this cute platonic best friend relationship going on. One because Ganke is not looking to get into a relationship anytime soon. Two, because Miles has the whole Spiderman thing going on. People think they are dating, which they giggle about, and every time someone calls them a cute couple, they giggle and say thank you.

They may not be looking for relationships, but they are both big on physical touch, like holding hands and hugging and being all cuddled up with one and other. And they go on lil dates to like the aquarium and stuff. But like in a PLATONIC BEST FRIEND WAY.

They are too cute and they give each other small kisses on the cheek because that's cute!! And I love that idea for them.

I also love the idea of them just talking about stupid crap while they hold hands in the school hallways, and everyone is just thinking they are a couple. It's cute!!

Pt.1

Ganke waiting for Miles to swing back into the dorm so they can have a movie night.

40 minutes later, Miles swings in, and Ganke hugs him.

Miles hugs him back, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek: As much as I'd like to continue this hug, I have to pee‼️ Ganke rolls his eyes.

Pt.2

Ganke and Miles walking through the halls holding hands, and Ganke notices Miles new nose piercing.

Ganke: OOo, when did you get that one?

Miles: OH, last night before I came back! Hobie did it for me. Ya like it?

Ganke: Yea, no doubt, ya know he should totally come to our next movie night.

Miles: I can ask, but he isn't gonna wanna watch a movie all night he gets antsy.

Ganke: Noted anyways, this my class will see you later, Sun!

Ganke kisses Miles cheek and walks onto class.

Miles: See ya, Flower!

THEY ARE SO CUTE‼️!&@>#;;@;&×&@ahauegh

I CANT I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!!!!!

[crimeronan]

one thing about me is that there will always be a very sad guy who's doomed by the narrative & there will always be the familial polycule or whatever so desperately trying to save them & the family n polycule's actions will always have world-rending consequences which either make things better or worse depending on where my mental health is at during the time of writing. this is something you must understand about every heart project i have ever worked on or become attached to since the dawn of time.

[tvgals]

the way spider byte and hobie were immediately down for miles as soon as they met him js warms my little black heart

like yes black solidarity 🙏

+ the fact hobie sees miles like his little brother and that’s so cute to me 😞

[fan-fangirl-world]

Chris and Leon being soulmates

“ I don’t know how you are so familiar to me. How every smile, every whisper brings me closer to the impossible conclusion that I have known you before, I have loved you before—in another time, a different place, some other existence.”  Lang Leav

[eternal-echoes]

“When you accept the love of God, you increase your own capacity to love others. In the Gospel of Luke, the story is told of a repentant prostitute who fell at the feet of Christ and bathed His feet with her tears. When a Pharisee witnessed the act, he thought that Jesus should have known better than to have such a woman touch Him. Jesus not only defended her, but added:

"Do you see this woman? I entered your house, you gave me no water for my feet, but she has wet my feet with her tears and wiped them with her hair. You gave me no kiss, but from the time I came in she has not ceased to kiss my feet. You did not anoint my head with oil, but she has anointed my feet with ointment. Therefore I tell you, her sins, which are many, are forgiven, for she loved much; but he who is forgiven little, loves little." And he said to her, "Your sins are forgiven.” (Luke 7:44-48)

Although you may have read this passage before, have you considered how the prostitute felt about herself after this personal encounter with the living God? Do you think she walked away from this experience thinking, "I'm so dumb for having been a prostitute. Who would love me now?" Because she allowed herself to be loved by Love, her past without God seemed insignificant when compared to the future that He opened up before her. Imagine her going to bed that night, lying awake and reliving in her mind the moment He looked into her eyes with pure compassion and respect. Perhaps no other man had looked at her in such a way. She knew that her life was not over because of her mistakes. Rather, because of God's mercy, it had just begun.”

-Jason and Crystalina Evert, How to Find Your Soulmate Without Losing Your Soul

[secret-engima]

I recently found this one soulmate fic where every time you loose something, it ends up with your soulmate.

Now please imagine how Interesting this might get in Nox verse, considering that both Nox and Ardyn have propensity for displacing their cell phones.

(Drautos tries to call Ardyn to report something important that he just learned in Niflheim. Except Ardyn is Not Answering for the longest time. After twenty minutes he finally gets through and opens with very cranky "How difficult it is to answer your phone, you bloody idiot?".

". . . Drautos?" says a Very Confused Cor who just found this random cell in his sock drawer.)

*wheezes*

That would be honestly so funny, especially if it happens with platonic soulmates and not just romantic ones.

Nox at least is *decentish* about not losing his stuff because he has armiger but that also means whenever he finds a Random Item in his camp he just assumes it's his somehow and tucks it away into armiger and forgets it exists so it is a VERY one-sided exchange most of the time when it comes to losing stuff.

He does wonder the first time he realizes some of the products he is finding in his possession are noticeably Feminine Oriented. And then depending on whether he knows soulmates are a thing or not this could lead to some very distressed shenanigans on his part.

Meanwhile Nyx is always kind of ecstatic when she finds something that isn't hers in the apartment because FINALLY. How organized IS her soulmate that he never loses anything ever?

Nox: *walking disaster vibes only staved off by his magic mary poppins level handbag*

I have no idea if you intended Cor and Ardyn to be romantic soulmates or platonic but I think platonic is WAY funnier so Cor just- finding a very battered unknown cellphone in his drawer and answering it and being- Drautos? Who are you calling?

Drautos: *internal screaming intensifies*