#Soulmate Identifying Marks

[xxbottlecapx]

Fic where soulmate identifying marks exist and Steve and Eddie realize they're soulmates during s4 but after Vecna, Eddie makes no move to be with Steve because he's scared.

Steve tries to at least befriend him, but Eddie is so scared of Steve being homophobic or something stupid like that that he does his best to cut all contact. Eddie doesnt want Steve to 'experiment' with him or something.

Eventually Steve stops trying, and they're just friendly enough to co parent the kids.

Flash forward a year or two and Eddie finds out Steve has known he was bi since Scoops and tries to start something with him only to find out that Steve was so heartbroken because he thought Eddie hated him that he got his soulmark removed. Eddie essentially has to build up Steve's self esteem and convince him he's worthy of love because Steve has spent the past few years believing that he's so unlovable that the person who's supposed to contain half of his soul can't stand him.

[sea-owl]

Me and bestie @thekatebridgerton were talking about a funny yet stupid idea for a polin soulmate au. I have to share it with you all.

In this au soulmates have matching marks on their skin that can appear anywhere. The more detailed mark, the deeper the bond. They generally appear around the time young adults are introduced into society. While some do try to find their matching marks others prioritize different aspects when selecting a marriage partner.

The Bridgertons, who are all known for their families' tales of soulmates, all have very detailed marks on some part of their bodies. Some have better responses to the marks than others. Violet herself very much wishes that each one of her children finds their soulmates like she did.

Across the street in the Featherington House, marrying ones soulmate is treated more like a fantasy. Lord and Lady Featherington were not soulmates. Portia had married for security and was determined to make sure her girls did the same as well.

The third born daughter, Penelope, never received a mark. Her skin remained unblemished from the day she was born. It's not as if she didn't look either. She looked almost every day the first season she debuted, but nothing ever appeared. Perhaps she wouldn't have been as disappointed as she had been if she wasn't in love with one Mr. Colin Bridgerton. But as fate would have it, he was born for someone else and Penelope was destined to be a spinster.

With her fate sealed in her mind, Penelope focused on her writings and built her empire as Lady Whistledown.

Years pass, events happen, and suddenly Penelope finds herself engaged to the man she fell in love all those years ago. It has been a whirlwind of a season and she's still unsure of how she got to this point. Why was Colin so insistent on marrying her? He has a soulmate out there, yet he keeps refusing to take any of the outs she gives him.

It was during one of these attempts that Colin appeared to finally have enough. He was in love with this woman damn it! And she loved him! Soulmate or not, and he was going to marry her.

Kisses were exchanged, clothes came off, and hands roamed. Colin's hand was currently on his favorite physical attribute of his wife. Slightly lifting it for a better grip, something caught his eye. Excitement began to fill him as pulled Penelope over to a mirror.

"Colin what-?" Penelope began to question as she stared at herself in the mirror.

Colin pressed a kiss to her temple. "Look," he said as he lifted her breast.

Hidden by her breast was a soul mark. One that matched perfectly on the man who was standing beside her, grinning at her through the mirror.

[kbirbpods]

Fandom: Batman x Danny Phantom (DPxDC)

Rating: Teen & Up Audiences

Length: 1,609 words

Ship: Danny Fenton/Jason Todd

Summary:

Jason has a romantic soulmate. The problem is… he doesn’t know their name. Until they quite literally tear their way into his life, that is.

Notes: Soulmate Identifying Marks, Jason is Red Hood, (very) background trans!Tim, (very) background Tim/Kon/Bernard as soulmates ~

[catflowerqueen]

Thinking about a hypothetical “soulmate-identifying marks” In Stars and Time au… and I think a good possibility for it might be if each country had its own version of the mark, and that if you had a soulmate from another country, you would also gain that version, too. So, like… given how important flowers are in Vagaurde, maybe they have something like a picture of a flower that will grow and eventually bloom once they meet all their soulmates/recognize and accept the soulmate connection. Ka Bue could have gemstones.

And the Forgotten Country could have the ability to see colors.

Assuming that soulmate families can be extremely large, it would make sense for the colorblindness to be a widespread phenomenon—especially if the marks are less “country” specific and run more along the lines of genetics. People from the same country would have similar genetics, but as more people moved, migrated, and travelled around having kids and starting families with people from other cultures and regions, the different soulmark types would also spread. So, like… Odile would have had something like a 50/50 chance on getting either the gem or the flower, and happened to get the gem from her dad’s side of the family. Or maybe she did get the flower, and that just helped to deepen the issues she had with her dual heritage.

But with how widespread genetics and soul families would be… that means you have more chances that a person’s soulmark would be the color thing. Or that one of their soulmate’s marks would be the color thing. To the point where a good portion of the world simply couldn’t see color anymore. Or, at least, a good portion of Vaguarde, and possibly Ka Bue, couldn’t, given their close proximity to the Forgotten Country and the higher likelihood of intermarriages and immigration happening between those two cultures.

Or it is simply that the nature of the memory-altering stuff going down with that country simply made people forget how recently the inability to see colors happened, or the loss of knowledge made them forget the mechanics of that particular soulmark so they just assume it is more widespread than it actually is, or it became more widespread than it should have because it is a lot harder for someone to declare and accept a soulmate connection if they can’t perceive that something is wrong—can’t read a name written in the country’s language, can’t recognize a flower or gem native to the country, can’t remember a soulmate who happened to be living in or visiting the country at the time of the tragedy…

And it could also be as simple as a case of a language barrier—other countries not realizing that “shade” is not synonymous with “color” as far as translations go, or simply thinking the two words mean the same thing. Like the whole “roses are red, violets are blue” thing, if the original language simply didn’t distinguish between blue and purple. Thinking that perhaps someone describing something as “lightless” is just them using their country’s word for the color “black,” not realizing that something else is going on.

So in the case of Siffrin and co., they would all have to rely on seeing their own flowers/gems/whatever showing up somewhere on Siffrin’s skin to be able to recognize them as being part of the soul family, because they would more than likely not be able to recognize his own mark—the flower or gem or name that represents him—on their own skin given that it would more than likely take the form of something from the Forgotten Country.

But once they finally do… their whole world would explode into color once more.

…And one could assume the whole red sky deal was just because reality was literally breaking around them at that point, and had nothing to do with soulmarks or soulmates at all.

[rocketinthesky]

We’re not meant to be, but my heart refuses to listen

Max already found his soulmate, and is in a committed relationship with her. But why is his heart defying fate and pulling him back into George’s orbit?

- A Soulmate AU (GAX)

-fluff, slight angst, happy ending, canon divergent, rated Teen and up

Part I

(Read Part II next) (OR read on ao3)

Max’s eyes drift over to George’s wrist, an intricately inked tree without any leaves peeking out through the long sleeves of his suit. They’re in another post-race press meeting, joined by Oscar, Carlos and Pierre. He’s mostly zoning out, which is easy to do when the reporters finally decide to take pity on him and ask the other racers questions for a change. He fiddles with his own left sleeve, skin cold under his fingertips as he runs them over it. It feels numb, the dark outline of a rose on his skin. It didn’t used to feel that way, once.

It’s not as mortifying as the first few times were, when George catches him staring. It’s both disarming and electrifying when that camera ready smile of George’s softens into something more genuine—reserved—as if Max and him are currently sharing a secret only they’re privy too.

Max can feel the automatic, almost desperate, way his own mouth pulls into a matching grin. And the resulting fit of giggles between them attracts the attention of the other racers and reporters.

It’s easy enough to dodge the question of what’s making the two laugh like a pair of schoolchildren when Pierre butts in with a joke, and it gives George the opportunity to lean in closer to Max, mics distant enough to not pick up the almost airy whisper of George’s voice as he asks, “What were you staring at my hands for, mate?”

Max stiffens at first before quickly relaxing when he registers the teasing undertones to George’s question. He deliberates it, thinks the logical thing to do would be to make an excuse or a quip, make them both laugh at the ordeal. But the curiosity has been gnawing at Max’s psyche long enough that he can’t help the way the question rolls off his tongue, relieved in their freedom.

“Did you find your soulmate yet?”

George seems to freeze at his question, the playful grin on his face tightening. Max immediately feels guilty for asking such a prying question. They’re friends, but they’re not quite close enough to delve into these topics. Questions about each other’s personal lives always stayed on the surface level, never breaching family.

Max might have just crossed a line in their already fragile, somewhat undefined relationship. They’re friends in a broader sense. They never hang out alone together, they barely text each other outside of the usual fire emoji react on each others’ instagram stories and obligatory congratulatory messages. But then there’s also this…tension, Max thinks, that’s always surrounding the air between them. A spark crackling down Max’s spine when they meet eyes across the room or accidentally brush shoulders. The heat of George’s body branding his skin whenever they pat each other’s shoulders in friendly conversations.

There’s that numbness where his own soulmate mark lies, a permanent reminder of Max’s failure to be normal, to be less selfish.

George evokes in him a thrill he’s only gotten before on the podium, above everyone else. The champion of the fucking world.

“I did,” George says, stretching the word out. The emphasis there feels past-tense—as if there’s a but there.

Max wants to press the matter, but knows not to. Only shrugs. “Cool.”

George’s face relaxes, the corners of his eyes softening before he leans in close enough that his breath scorches the shell of Max’s ear. “Didn’t quite work out, though.”

Max holds down the shiver from wracking his body outwardly, but he can feel the goosebumps rising on his flesh.

This knowledge shouldn’t excite him. He’s with his own soulmate, for fuck’s sake.

When George pulls back, corners of his eyes crinkling, Max knows for certain by the battering of his heart that he’s fucked.

Fate already gave him everything he could possibly want. But Max hungers for more.

Trying my hand at a trope i’ve been wanting to write for a long time, and what better ship than Gax! My first foray into writing for f1 rpf so i am very very nervous lol i’m still pretty new to the fandom. Feedback is very very appreciated, i’d love to know your opinions on this if you managed to stumble upon this drabble! I do plan on this having a part two, and potentially more depending on how many it takes to finish the story. Hopefully not too long lol. Hope you enjoyed <33

[archivingfanfiction]

Lost Time Without You

by rotasha

In a universe where your soulmate’s injuries show up on your skin, Bruce is convinced he doesn’t have a soulmate, and Clark is seriously concerned for his soulmate’s well-being.

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Soulmates Clark x Bruce!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33665278/chapters/83663635

[ghoulishcraving]

obsessed with the idea of a soulmates au where the marks are usually a small to medium thing, think 10cm 20 or so is a big ass mark and will is out there with a full upper body even extends a bit towards his thighs (or full body) mark.

hannibal obviusly too, and its one of the reasons they both cover their bodies in layers of clothes even on summer.

Hannibal is not interested on his soulmate, or well he is scared of having such a thing and that important too (as the abnormal size of his mark indicates), a person that would be so thoroughly ingrained and melted onto himself who could inevitably rein over his life. (although a bit hopeful at the idea, someone capable of understanding him, of seeing him?) and the mark itself is, revealing of his true nature, even with his dark gothic aesthetics and peculiar sense of humor theres no justification for such a visceral mark.

will is embarrassed, not even his mark can be normal and although he is a bit hopeful at the idea of one he is a scared of what kind of person would be his soulmate, and the mark in itself is not very reassuring, the size and such a design weird, creepy, dark and possessive over his whole body. He who has been running from his darkness his whole life and just wants to be normal knows just from looking at it that his soulmate is a monster and there would be no going back if he met them, so he hides it, like he hides himself.

[fromthefirstmomentitouchedyou]

Soulmate au

Alex is so mad he could spit. He hates this wedding and these upright, rich assholes and most of all he hates his royal fucking highness, Prince Henry and he’s about to say all of that when the beeping starts, a long, low whine that cuts through the elegant classical music playing and Alex reflexively looks at his wrist where his soulmate timer sat and feels all the blood run from his face.

No, this can’t be happening, it just can’t. And certainly not with Prince Henry. His soulmate could be anyone else in this room it doesn’t have to be henry.

But a second later the exact same low hum begins to emit from the identical bracelet on Henry’s wrist. He thinks the shared look of horror on Henry’s face is the closest they’ll ever get to agreeing on anything. He attempts to hide his hand in his pocket but it’s too late….every head in the room turns to them and some of the have iPhones and Alex’s gut clenches. He can’t get out of this.

A moment later Henry is being dragged away by handlers and Alex feels himself being tugged away in the opposite direction but he can’t help but to look back at Henry, at his soulmate. And wonder how they’re going to get out of this.

[ghostlynimbus]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington Characters: Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington Additional Tags: Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Soulmarks (Name Tattoos), Temporary Steve Harrington/Nancy Wheeler, Background Relationships, Abuse, Child Abuse, Abusive Neil Hargrove, Neil Hargrove is His Own Warning, if it happens in s2 it might happen here, Rating May Change, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

Summary:

In a world where your soulmate's first name appears like a tattoo somewhere on your body sometime around the age of five, certain secrets can be hard to keep.

A soulmate identifying marks AU.

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[wolfgirl-sister]

Taken

His eyes lit up when he heard my name for the first time, and his jaw went slack in a silent gasp. I knew the words he would say before they even left his lips, those same words that had been in every romance movie I had ever seen: "I think... I think you might be her."

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I've never been comfortable with the idea of soulmates.

"Don't worry!" My parents would tell me. "Once you meet him, it will all make sense!"

I didn't want it to make sense. Until I met the man whose name was marked on my body, I was not and could never be whole. The thought would keep me up sick with anxiety. I had an other half that I was separated from, rent asunder and if I couldn't find it, then I would never be happy.

"You'll meet him and your whole world will change!"

All my life, people blamed my unhappiness on being unable to find my one. Some even go so far as to pry for the name, thinking that if they just help, all will be well. That I'll forget how they treated me. A girl I used to call my friend once pulled down my pants to get a glimpse of my thigh, hoping to see the name for herself. My mark is so covered in scars that it's illegible. I can never make myself forget it.

Of all the people in my life, the only person who has ever been able to truly comfort me is my sister. She met her soulmate as a kid, at the time a rare and fortuitous occasion, but when they died in middle school, she was left truly and undeniably alone. She understood my frustration, knowing that while even a gaping wound would eventually heal, the knowledge that you're only half of what you should be will always stay fresh.

She understood the feeling of whispers behind your back, that you would never have a soulmate or that you hated the idea of having one. Her thigh has the same scattering of scars that leave their name unreadable. But more than that, she taught me how to move on. She helps me find value in myself as an independent woman in a society, and I remind her that we aren't broken.

Because of my sister, I don't care if I'm "complete". I don't care that I'm destined to meet someone who will fix the unfixable, who will make everything better. I am enough, for myself and for her.

She was my first kiss. And my second, and my third. I've stopped counting, but she's still keeping track. We carved our name in the other's thigh and swore it would be the last blood shed over a name. I'm too busy being enamored by the most beautiful woman alive. She fills me with joy and wonder, and every day I'm in awe of the fact that I have the opportunity to spend it with her.

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I always knew this day would come. It's hard, but I look him in the eyes and my breath catches. My chest feels hollow, as if the only thing left inside me is my free-falling heart. I don't even have to ask for his name because my body knows he's The One.

"I'm sorry," I say, and adjust my bag, already taking a step past him. "I already have a soulmate."

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Originally published on AO3 under WeaselWoosh

[sea-owl]

The eight children of the Bridgerton family have been hiding a secret from their mother. It's not anything too bad, really, but when one lives in high society, some things are considered tabboo even if it's something as mundane as tattoos.

And the worst part is? They didn't even get these tattoos, their soulmates did and their soulmates are jerks who don't consider what is put on their bodies appears on also shows up on the soulmates. Tattoos are permanent!

Ironically enough, the tattoos all have that silver outlining to them, meaning all their soulmates go to the same artist.

Anthony was the first to have a tattoo show up on his skin. It was lilies going up his side. Tulips joined them on the other side later.

Poor Benedict had the most tattoos from his soulmate of all his siblings. This required him to get quiet good at hiding them with clothes and cosmetics. The biggest and most detailed piece was on his back shoulder, which was Cinderella inspired. The clock striking midnight with Cinderella' glass shoe sitting in front of it. Underneath is written "Have courage and be kind."

Colin's soulmate had tattoos only on their back. The left shoulder had a feather quill dripping ink. In different spots on his back were butterflies, with one half being wings and the other half being different quotes from literature.

Daphne's soulmate had a whole sleeve down their arm. The sleeve is composed of a compass at the shoulder with different map coordinates around it, and waves going down her arm, a tiny ship popping up here and there.

Like Colin Eloise's soulmate had their's only on their back, but their's also covered her entire back. It honestly looks like a garden with all the different plants and flowers she had. The most notable was the baby's breath that had twin flowers resting in the middle.

Francesca's soulmate had half sleeves on their lower arms. On the left was music notes to a song she would sometimes play if bored. On her right looked to be a memorial piece, to a brother, she would guess.

Gregory was the lucky one all his siblings would mutter. His soulmate only had a tiny ankel tattoo of a bird flying out of a cage.

Hyacinth's soulmate has gemstones on the inside of her forearm that looked to be partially buried in her skin. She was still underaged when that tattoo appeared, and Anthony almost lost his shit.

They all groan whenever a new tattoo appears because those are getting really hard to hide from Violet, okay? And makeup is expensive!

Anthony in frustration once broke the high spciety rules of soulmate writing and asked (demanded) his soulmate stop getting tattoos.

Kate immediately went to Sophie after reading that message and had her draw in marker a skelton hand, flipping someone off with pretty flowers around it. She's gonna let him think she did another tattoo.

Anthony about near had a damn anuyersym.

[chenziee]

News Coo

@lawluevents - Day 10: Pirate King Luffy AU/Confessions @onepiece-bingo: News Coo

Alternate summary: can't hide shit from Morgans...

HAPPY LAWLU DAY!!

I hope you enjoyed this series because I'm not done with it xD still have some bingo squares left 👀

[ Read on AO3 | series ]

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Stretching her arms over her head, Nami sighed in content. Peaceful days spent sunbathing in the Sunny’s garden were always the best.

“Caw!”

Nami paused, shielding her eyes carefully before she turned her eyes upwards, looking at the sky… just before a bundle of papers the News Coo dropped fell right on top of her head.

“Hey! I don’t pay your insanely expensive subscription to be treated like this! I’ll sue!” she threatened.

She only got another “caw!” in response. Somehow, it sounded to her like the stupid bird was laughing and she was so going to have a word with its employer.

Clicking her tongue in annoyance, she grabbed the tightly wrapped papers, trying to untie the cord in a way that didn’t tear the news inside. She really should go grab some scissors. Who the hell tied this thing?!

She barely managed to finish the thought when Robin’s hand grew right in front of her, bearing the very scissors she so needed. Huffing out a small laugh, Nami thanked the archeologist who didn’t even move from her chair or so much as put her book down the entire time Nami was struggling with this stupid News Coo delivery.

The moment Nami snipped the cord, the tightly rolled bundle unfurled and Nami winced at being greeted with her own face smiling seductively up at her from a brand new wanted poster. Why did it keep going up? She couldn’t even collect a single berry from that stupidly high bounty… At least the picture was cute, she supposed.

“The boys are gonna get so noisy again,” Nami groaned to no one in particular. Maybe she should hide these, at least for a little while. Just hold on to this peace a little longer…

Quickly sifting through the stack of wanted posters for both their and Torao’s crew, Nami barely paid attention to the numbers—even their previous ones were stupid high, what did a zero here or there matter anymore? She would never understand why the others always made such a big deal about it. Except maybe Chopper and Bepo, the poor boys deserved to finally get some recognition by now; even Nami felt bad for them.

But then, she reached the end of the bounties and instead, a special report came to view.

And Nami completely froze, staring at the headline with wide eyes. She read it over and over and over again, trying to wrap her head around it but failing.

STRAW HAT LUFFY—THE NEW PIRATE KING

It really said that.

It really fucking said that.

“How?!” Nami cried loudly before she could stop herself. “What the fuck kind of sources—?! We literally left the island two hours ago!”

“Oh my,” Robin said with a chuckle, undoubtedly peeking over Nami’s shoulder with an extra pair of eyes. “Morgans’ quick. He needs to introduce me to the souls of the dead who report to him. I could use them as well.”

“Not now, Robin,” Nami groaned. She had hoped to get in one shopping trip before the world blew up but no.

Not only did the world get turned on it’s fucking head four times over in the span of the past maybe two months—and then eight times more once Robin pieced the poneglyphs together—now she couldn’t even buy some nice clothes in peace.

And judging by the hands that appeared like omens or disaster on the railing right next to her…

She was not not going to even get to enjoy one quiet, sunny afternoon.

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“Torao! Look!!” Luffy called, bursting with excitement as he propelled himself away from the garden and back to where Law was taking a nap with Bepo. He felt a little bad about the way he crashed right into the two of them, but he was just so giddy!

“Fucking—What the hell, Straw Hat-ya?” Law snapped once he got his bearings.

“Sorry. But look!” Luffy repeated, shoving the special report he stole from Nami in Torao’s face.

Luffy watched expectantly while Torao read the headline, his eyebrows furrowing more and more with each passing second. Well… that wasn’t a reaction Luffy was expecting.

“Torao?” Luffy tried.

Law was silent for a second longer before he slowly opened his mouth to speak, his eyes not leaving the paper in Luffy’s hands. “How the fuck does Morgans know we’re soulmates and why the fuck does he think we’re getting married?”

“Huh?” Luffy blinked a few times, tilting his head to the side. What was Torao talking about?

As he looked at the paper in his hands, he finally noticed he was holding it out backwards—the front with the headline announcing him conquering the Grand Line was facing towards him… which meant he was currently showing Torao the backside.

The backside, which was apparently also the front side with another bombshell headline.

Slowly turning the paper in his hands, Luffy quickly skimmed the announcement on the other side.

STRAW HAT LUFFY TO MARRY HIS SOULMATE, TRAFALGAR LAW

As he read the words over, Luffy hummed thoughtfully. “Oh, is this because I was planning to ask you once we got to Sabaody?”

“Excuse me?!” Law asked, full of shock, but Luffy didn’t pay him any attention.

“Who cares about that, look at this!” Luffy made sure he was holding the paper right when he showed it to Torao again. He was grinning so wide his cheeks were starting to hurt.

“Did you seriously just casually blurt out you were going to propose to me only to follow that with ‘who cares’?” Law asked flatly, his eyebrows shooting up as he stared at Luffy over the paper—and not paying attention to what was written on it, goddamn it!

“Torao~!” Luffy whined and raised the paper higher. “Pay attention!”

With a resigned sigh, Law finally turned his attention to the most important thing—only for his reaction to be completely underwhelming.

“You needed a newspaper to tell you were the Pirate King now?” Law asked in a tone that sounded so very unimpressed.

“This makes it official! Torao, come on~” Luffy said, a large pout on his lips as he slumped forward, sprawling himself over Law’s lap where he was leaning back against the still sleeping Bepo in a half-sitting position.

At that… Torao finally laughed, the sound light and easy and sending vibrations through Luffy’s body. Ah, Luffy really could enjoy this little moment forever…

“Sorry, I’m joking,” Law huffed, his body still lightly shaking with amusement when he leaned down to press a small kiss to Luffy’s temple. “Congrats.”

“Why are you so mean, I hate you,” Luffy huffed—but his grin made it back on his face full force and he giggled happily. “Thanks!”

Luffy almost had to stop himself from purring when Law’s hand found its way to his hair, running through the strands carefully, fingers lightly scratching his scalp. How did Law do that? Was Luffy turning into a cat now?

Oh well.

Leaning into the touch, Luffy felt himself relax completely. This really was the best day ever—the ending of his dream was within sight, he had the best ship and crew to see it through with, and he had his Torao right next to him.

The only thing that was missing was some meat and—

“The answer is no, by the way.”

“What?” Luffy asked with confusion, turning his head to the side to gaze up at Torao.

“To your proposal. I’m not going to marry you,” Law explained, closing his eyes momentarily. “Who put that idea in your head anyway?”

“Sanji and Penguin,” Luffy replied without hesitation.

Law rolled his eyes. “Of course,” he said with a sigh. “Look, do you even want to get married? Do you realise you’d have to stand there for the ceremony while the cake was right there and you weren’t allowed to eat any of it?”

Luffy paused while the information processed in his head. Damn, he really didn’t think of that…

“Yeah, okay.” Luffy nodded to himself decisively. “Can we just skip to the party?”

At that, Law laughed again, shaking his head as he ruffled Luffy’s hair. “Yeah, sure. I’ll ask Black Leg to make a fancy cake and all.”

“Yay!” Luffy cried before a snicker forced its way past his lips. “As long as you’re happy, too!”

Law rolled his eyes. “I feel like we’ve had this conversation before but you’re literally my soulmate and I love you so what the hell would we need a wedding for? Not to mention the World Government is basically on fire right now, who even has the authority to do weddings as it is?” Law asked in a tone that suggested he wasn’t looking for an answer before he added, “Also it’s just way too much of a bitch so yeah, I’m happy as it is.”

“Okay! No bitch ceremonies,” Luffy said, his voice shaking with laughter at the way Law clicked his tongue at the teasing remark.

And when Luffy pulled Law down to his level, the both of them smiling into the soft kiss they shared… Luffy decided not to mention this was the first time Law told him “I love you” directly.

After all, Law showed his love to Luffy every day in the way he smiled, the way he always left enough room next to him when taking a nap with Bepo, the way he brought out his precious Sora, Warrior of the Sea comic collection from the Tang’s safe storage space so that Luffy could read them.

He showed Luffy he loved him in all the little things, all the little moments they shared—just as Luffy did for him.

And Torao was right; they didn’t need words, a wedding, or even their soulmarks to know it.

[tokkiheart-writes]

I Wanna Teach You How Forever Feels

Summary

In a universe where Oh Seung Moo’s famous thriller webtoon W is also an omegaverse story, his main character Kang Cheol is a Beta who is hiding the fact that he is by using scent blockers so as to appear like an alpha to the general public.

When the author’s daughter, Oh Yeon Joo, is pulled into his webtoon by Kang Chul to save him, she discovers gradual changes occurring to her the more she interacts with Kang Cheol and becomes the lead female.

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In other words: An AU re-imagining of the show with A/B/O elements which results in a massive overhaul (honestly, the story may end up almost unrecognizable, who’s to say?)

I only have 14 followers on AO3 and 3 here on Tumblr and I’m probably going to lose them all because of this lol

Anyway, sorry for bringing this into creation, my brain wanted to write my first A/B/O fic and wanted to make one for W: Two Worlds.

Not that it had a choice, this is the only fandom I write for lol

[rocketinthesky]

We’re not meant to be, but my heart refuses to listen

Max already found his soulmate, and is in a committed relationship with her. But why is his heart defying fate and pulling him back into George’s orbit?

- A Soulmate AU (GAX)

-fluff, slight angst, happy ending, canon divergent, rated Teen and up

Part II —> (Part I) (OR read on ao3)

Didn’t quite work out, though.

The information whirs around in Max’s mind like an incessant chant, George’s soft whisper still hot against his skin every time he remembers his words.

They’re on break for the summer, and Max doesn’t really get to see George. It would be easy, in theory, to text him if he’s free to hang out. Maybe for a game of paddle. Or lunch. Or a drink. But it’d be equally weird. They’re friendly, not exactly friends.

When race week comes back around, Max finds himself anticipating seeing George more than the actual race. Part of it has to do with the car devolving into a shitbox mid season. Max feels a little resigned. He has already locked in the championship. He doesn’t have the mental energy to expend towards a car that stopped performing.

His eyes immediately latch onto George when the man appears in his Mercedes polo, approaching the spot where he and a few other drivers are standing and idly chatting.

George meets his gaze, holds it. He grins, wide. All teeth, the crinkles at the corners of his eyes. Nose slightly scrunched up in that cute way of his.

Max smiles, clapping him on the shoulder when he’s finally standing next to him. He gets swept up into a conversation with him—random small talk about whatever really comes to mind. His eyes continuously flicker down to his exposed wrist, the husk of a tree inked on his skin, delicate branches reaching out and bare. He absentmindedly scratches his own wrist.

“Planning to grab dinner at this Italian place later with Lando and Alex. Wanna join, mate?”

The invite takes Max a little by surprise, but the answer leaves him faster than he can even process it.

“Yes.”

George’s responding beam feels like the lifeblood running through Max’s veins.

Dinner goes well.

Contrary to expectations, he doesn't end up fourth-wheeling the three friends. Rather, George seems to be striking up conversation with him more than the other two, and Max can't find it in himself to complain.

They don't drink since they still have their third free practice session tomorrow, but Max still feels a slight staticky buzz under his skin at how close George is next to him, their sides touching. Max has to fight the urge to press closer still. He can't possibly be that greedy.

Max and George head back together, George offering to drive and saving Max the uber fee to the hotel. It helps that they're staying at the same hotel.

There's something about talking to George that makes it difficult to...stop. Max keeps wanting to prolong the conversation, wanting to hear George's voice, a lot rawer and deeper, a little slower and language less refined than when he's talking for the cameras. It's always engaging, interesting, sometimes a little ridiculous with the constant banter.

Max can't help but lament reaching their hotel, signaling that they need to part ways for the night.

When Max reaches his room, he flops onto the bed with a groan. He can still feel the heat of George's palm seared onto his shoulder from when he said 'goodnight'. He turns over his wrist, stares at the rose inked on it. It looks wilted to Max, even though he knows that's physically impossible.

Just then his phone buzzes with a phone call. He sighs when he sees the name, feeling a bone-deep exhaustion settling within him. The guilt eats away at him as he picks up, and greets his girlfriend. The guilt isn't enough to force him to pretend to be happy. He'll just hope she thinks it's because of the race preparation.

He perks up a little, not so much with excitement, rather with his nerves setting alight at her hesitant yet unyielding words.

"We need to talk, Maxy. Not now, obviously. When you're...back. I'm sorry for springing this onto you right now. I just...sorry."

The call disconnects, not giving Max the time to either process her words or come up with any response.

Shit. Max thinks. Shit, shit, shit.

He fucked it up, didn't he?

Max, for all his oblivious demeanor, knows that those words, that tone, can only really mean one thing. What pains him—no, scares him—is that he feels a sickening sense of relief over it.

He wants to throw up.

Grabbing his phone, he opens up Instagram and instinctively finds himself opening up his messages with George. They haven’t sent any messages in weeks. Max doesn’t think they’ve ever had a proper conversation over text, even.

Max

what’s ur room no.

?

George

508

Max blinks a few times at his phone screen, unable to process reality. The reality of him impulsively asking George about his room number, the reality of George telling him without demanding any sort of explanation.

He gets out of bed embarrassingly quick, barely remembering to grab his room key-card before walking out, making his way towards George’s room.

George opens the door at the second knock. Max’s breath catches in his throat seeing him; George, shirtless, only donning a pair of boxers. He must’ve been ready for bed.

“Did i interrupt your sleep?” Max croaks out, feeling both apologetic and flustered. He tries very hard to keep his eyes focused on George’s face and not let them wander down. He notices George looking over him too, definitely noticing that Max is still wearing the same shirt and khaki shorts from their dinner prior. George, thankfully, doesn’t mention it.

“Nah, mate, you’re good.” George smiles. He back away from the door, opening it wider. “C’mon in, then.”

Max does, a tad dazed from everything that’s been happening. He hangs his head low even when he walks over to the sofa and plops down. The cushion shifts and he feels the air beside him become warmer as George situates himself right next to him.

“Everything alright, Max?”

“Yes,” Max replies, all too quick, mostly out of instinct.

Obviously George doesn’t buy it, but he doesn’t push it either. He claps Max’s shoulder and gives it a short squeeze. The fleeting touch is alarmingly grounding.

“Anything to drink?”

Max turns his head enough to flash George a wry grin. “Gin and tonic?”

George barks out a laugh. “Not until the race is over, buddy.”

Max grimaces, sighing in defeat. “Just…plain water then.”

As George walks to the mini-fridge, Max’s eyes follow him of their own accord and he’s rudely reminded of George’s…bareness. Jesus, did the boxers have to be so tight? Max swallows around the shameful lump in his throat, quickly ducking his head just as George turned around to head back to him. George's lack of self-awareness is starting to annoy Max just a little as he accepts the offered water bottle with a murmured thanks.

They stay like that, sitting in silence. George quietly scrolls his phone, still next to Max, the heat of his body emanating off him and sheathing Max in a warmth that has the numbness subsiding a little.

Max idly scratches at his soulmate mark on his wrist, ignoring the tenderness of the spot from his repeated abuse.

“Earth to Max,”

Max registers the palm waving right in front of his eyes with a jolt, blinking away the bleariness of his eyes. He raises his head to find George looking at him, a hint of worry leaking through the friendly smile he’s sporting.

“Huh?”

“I said, you’re welcome to crash here for the night. If you want.”

Max’s face is alight at the mere prospect of spending the night in George’s room, and it must show if the teasing glint in George’s eyes is anything to go by.

“Mate, why would i crash on your couch when i have my own bed just downstairs?”

George chuckles and shrugs. “You can take the bed.”

Max arches a questioning eyebrow. “Why would you take the couch when you have a perfectly comfortable bed to sleep in?”

George laughs loudly this time, nudging Max’s side as he does so. ��I’m a gracious host, not a doormat. The bed is big enough for two grown men and then some.”

Max’s heart leaps to his throat. George Russell might just be the death of him.

“You’re serious?”

George shrugs noncommittally, as if he didn’t just offer his colleague and rival racer to sleep beside him in the same bed.

“Your call, Max.”

Max’s treacherous heart has already made its decision.

Max only hesitates for a moment, seeing George already settling under the covers on the left side of the bed, contemplating if taking his shirt and uncomfortable shorts would be too bold and strange. But he’s too exhausted to be hung up over it and decides fuck it before divesting himself of his shirt and shorts till he’s only left in his boxers, just like George. George would have no right to complain since he brought it upon himself, and of course he doesn’t look like he’s even thinking of complaining as he watches Max tentatively getting into bed.

The distance between them is a chasm, further widened as they both curl up on their sides and face each other. George’s chin is tucked under the sheets, mouth hidden beneath them, but from the crinkles at the corners of his eyes Max can tell he’s smiling.

Max suddenly feels like a kid again, having a sleepover with a friend. Sharing a bed, fighting the urge to giggle for absolutely no actual reason other than the lack of burden in their company.

George’s company lifts the weight off Max’s shoulders, just a little, and he finds himself fighting a grin, a little incredulous at this whole situation. It’s George who breaks first, shaking with suppressed laughter, before Max ends up giving in and joining.

It’s a strange sight; two grown men giggling like children, sleeping in the same bed, facing each other. The distance between them feels lesser now, though neither have shifted closer.

“Feels like I’m back to our karting years again.” George says.

He’s resting his head on his hand, wrist exposed. Max’s eyes are wired to look, mirth dimming the slightest bit as he sees that same inked tree for the umpteenth time.

“Yeah.” Max says, wistfully. “Feels a little silly.”

“Silly’s good, sometimes.” George says, quieter now.

Max’s eyes turn to look into his. Everything about George is infinitely softer under the yellowish dim glow of the lamp which is still on. Max’s fingers itch with the urge to rake through George’s bangs. They’ve gotten quite long, the curls almost reaching his brows.

“It is.” Max says, clenching his hands into fists under the sheets to stop himself before he can do such a thing.

“G’night, Max.” George says, twisting his body towards the nightstand to turn off the lamp.

“Night.” Max mutters, burying himself deeper into the comfort of the sheets, letting his eyes fall shut with the darkness now sheathing the room.

He has the best sleep he’s had in a long, long time.

Funny story, this will have one more part aha. Welp :pp i rly am just going with the flow. Let’s see where Gax take me! Originally i thought this would be angstier but as always i’m just not very good at that lol this was pretty fluffy. But wtv Gax deserves happiness! They deserve fluff!!!! Ty for reading and i hope you enjoyed hehe <33

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Platonic Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Hydra Peter Parker Summary:

In which Peter fails his mission - kill Tony Stark - because his target turns out to be his soulmate. Go figure.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59561710