#alternate universe- soulmarks

[lian-does-star-trek-in-a-jar]

The Illogicality Of Love- Cover Post

Summary:

In which Spock lies, Kirk knows nothing about Vulcan biology and they're both complete idiots. or:

Spock and Kirk are soulmates, inscribed with each others names from birth. Spock has counted his whole life on never meeting the person named above his heart, and hated the human implications their existence has for him. when the impossible happens and their paths collide, he panics and does the illogical. Chaos ensues.

Rating: Teen and up

Pairing: TOS Spirk

Warnings: Minor spoilers for the series!

Can also be read on ao3 here

Tag: tiol

Status: Incomplete

chapters: 3/?

chapter one - chapter two - chapter three - chapter four - chapter five

[bkdk-fan4ever]

BkDk | Soulmates AU | Soulmarks | Brief Bakugo Katsuki/Kaminari Denki | Brief Midoriya Izuku/Uraraka Ochako | Bakugo Katsuki Is Bad At Feelings | Getting Together

Permanent Ink by Maxine

The words that bloom on Katsuki’s arm are painfully familiar, to the point that he can hear the grating, wobbly voice saying them in his ear. They’re specific in a damning way, but at the same time vague enough that it could be someone else who says them. Someone he still has to meet in a situation that hasn’t yet occurred.

…Okay, so that’s a bunch of bullshit and he’s not pathetic enough to cling to desperate hope like that for too long. But he’s got some time to convince himself it’s possible his soulmate is someone else. Anyone else.

Deku’s birthday is still a few months away, after all.

[meoawa]

How the Incubators fit into this mess

So the incubators are aliens that have long since figured out how to suppress their alien order.

One important thing to note is that they like to "Reward" species for finding a way to make active use of the negentropic nature of Puella Magi. I say reward but from the Incubator's perspective it's a perfectly fair trade.

Helping integrate the Doppel effect into the Human Order (in this case by signing up Homura and co. as the Masters of Purple) so that they can use old favors to get Alaya to hand over a copy for them to use in the future is a case of "Why WOULDN'T we do that?" And for undoing the degradation of mystery and making it so that the more people who know how to do magecraft the stronger it is, that is a case of "Here is everything your species needs to keep improving on the thing that will massively improve the effectiveness of future operations," and the doppel effect is is one of the very few examples that warranted that benefit.

[artimis-anime]

In a world with soulmates, platonic and romantic, do you think that when people die they post photos of the soulmarks in obituaries, for the people who haven’t met theirs? Or do you think it would be kept for only those who knew them in life?

[a-avengers-a]

Stucky | Alternative Universe - Soulmates | Captain America!Steve Rogers | Modern Day!Bucky Barnes | Soul Bonds | Romanian!Bucky Barnes | Past Drug Addiction | Pinning | Forced Proximity

Last Exit To Brooklyn (A Shrunkyclunks Soul Mark AU) by Glorimeien

When Steve Rogers emerged from the ice, he wound up not only in a whole new century, but also with a brand-new soul mark.

Knowing that the person he was destined to be with might be just around the corner made it easier for him to settle into a future where happily ever after was a sure thing.

Until the Romanian drummer of a 'popular in Europe' heavy metal band, and freight car of personal baggage, come crashing into his life...

[lockwood-fic-recs]

We Were Just Satellites

by WaitingForMyHogwartsLetter on ao3

Rating: T | Category: Multi | Relationship: Lockwood/Lucy/George

In a world where most are lucky to have one soulmark, a symbol representing the soul of the one that they would always be tied to (for better or for worse) having two is a rarity.

Some say it means you have a choice of a soulmate, but that’s not strictly true. Maybe two souls compliment yours, but if you’re lucky — really lucky — they may compliment each other, too.

[rabbitholessk]

SOULMARK AU

According to an outlandish urban legend, once you touch an object owned by your soulmate you will get a mark on your body. Only the old money families of Konoha knew about this stupid legend. Sakura had heard her great aunt tell her the stories. Yet when she asked her own mother, she admitted she had no mark on her body. Her mother had said it was a silly tale.

Sakura was running late, her car had taken forever to start and she had left her writing utensils in her passenger seat. Having run halfway across campus she makes it to her class with 30 seconds to spare. Upon arrival she realized she had nothing to write with. Searching frantically on the tables and under the chairs in her vicinity in the lecture hall she found a fountain pen. A bit extravagant for taking lecture notes, she thinks. She proceeds to uncap it and begin writing.

Feeling a twinge of pain on her upper back shoulder she rolls her shoulder thinking it to be a muscle spasm. The pain subsides shortly after. The pink haired goes about the rest of her class opting to keep the ornate fountain pen.

Sakura had agreed to go to the campus gym with her friend Ino that evening. Throwing on her workout clothes at her apartment she rushes over. They hit the treadmills and spot each other for weights.

“Forehead- you didn’t tell me you got a tattoo!” Ino spouts loudly as they are stretching on the communal mat post workout.

“Huh? I don’t have any tattoos, Pig! Your eyes are going bad.”

“Ha-ha, then explain that.” Ino says snidely and points to her upper shoulder. Sakura can’t see it when she tries to look. She stands and walks over to the mirrors, and turns around to look. The mark was something of a mix between a tattoo and a birthmark. Her eyes widen and she stares at her freckled shoulder for what felt like hours.

The mark was a familiar fan shape that Sakura was not able to place where she had seen before.

In a rush, she gives Ino a lame excuse to leave and go back to her apartment to examine the mark on her body in private. On the drive home from the gym, her anxiety gives her the shakes.

Was the legend true?

She is stopped at a red light in a busy intersection and looks around at the various buildings and high rises. The light turns as she spots the logo. One of the biggest and most competitive law firms in the city with a fan logo after their name Uchiha Law.

The car behind her beeps, jolting her to move from her stupor. Sakura makes a sudden turn to get a closer look at the building. She knows of the lawyers at Uchiha law from back when her fathers bakery had been bought out by a competitor, the Uchiha firm had mediated. Her father lost his life’s work and passion for a check, she thinks. Recalling how the light in her fathers eyes had since left, leaving behind the shell of the once happy man she knew.

The pink haired enters the building after parallel parking in an open spot out front. People are leaving in hoards going home from their work day. Why was she here? Why did she come in? This was stupid- a waste of time.

Her shoulder twinges in the spot where the new mark was. She grasps at it and falls to her knees onto the tiled entryway.

What the hell?

Her shoulder twinges again.

A dark haired man, around her age from what she can tell walks over to her. People walking all around her exiting through the grandiose glass door entrance.

This man offers her a hand. Before the world goes dark around her she speaks out.

“You…”

—-

Sakura smells the disinfectant before and knows exactly where she is. Sitting up she looks around the shared emergency room floor, hearing a variety of patients and finally landing upon the same dark haired man from earlier. He sits in a chair adjacent to her bed, her purse on the ground by his feet.

The man looks at her with a neutral expression.

“Did you cause this?” He rolls up his dress shirt and shows Sakura his inner left forearm, a Sakura blossom symbol in the direct center. She gasps and shifts slightly to show him her shoulder, lowering the sweatshirt she had thrown on after the gym. His eyes widen as he stares at the fan on her back.

“I thought my mother was loony when she told me that legend.” He states.

“My purse, can you hand it to me?” He reaches down and hands her the purse. She pulls out the fountain pen and hands it to him.

“Is this yours?”

The dark haired man takes the pen from her and examines it and nods.

“What now?”

“For starters you could…tell me your name?” The pink haired suggests.

“Sasuke Uchiha, you?”

“Sakura Haruno.” The Uchiha lets out a weird chuckle and looks down at his forearm.

“Fitting.”

[breadedsinner]

Mark of the Red Death

A sebhawke Necromancer AU for @persephoneggsy. Happy birthday!

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“Do you know what the most powerful force in the universe is?” Hawke’s mentor once asked her. She shook her head in uncertainty. “Love,” he said. She still did not understand, at the time.

*

By the time Hawke entered the castle, blood had become part of the walls, oozing from the cracks. Red handprints smeared across the castle walls, crisscrossing over one another until they became a single beast, clawing for release that never came. Banners and carpets torn, tossed in every direction. A few abandoned weapons were strewn about. Anyone could see this was a struggle, brutal and very recent, but to someone like Hawke, a mage so in touch with death, standing in the middle of it was like being in the belly of an animal, and feeling it die all around her. The clangs of steel still echoed in the halls, shadows of victims running to an escape they would never reach danced in the shadows. Their final heartbeats still hung in the air.

As foul as it was, the gore was not especially notable for Hawke. Every known nation in Thedas worshipped death in some way or another, and mages such as her were its disciples. Of course, some feared what she could do, some outright reviled, and yet she found herself highly sought after. Everything from mixing potions to communing with the dead; if it involved magic, Hawke could do it. It was the only way a simple Ferelden farmgirl could ever mingle with Tevinter Magisters and Orlesian Chevaliers. It was the only reason she was here, in this gutted Starkhaven palace.

It was not the blood that disturbed her this day, but whose blood it belonged to.

She proceeded down another hall, torn carpet under his feet, sunlight refracted through broken glass. As the chamber door appeared, she hurried, an anxious lump in her throat. She knew what she would find, but still hoped it was not so.

She threw the chamber door open and found her student, Dorian, standing over caskets. He loomed over her, she being a petite woman, but he looked upon her with reverence. He was of high Tevinter lineage, but even with all his expensive education, his own dabbles in Necromancy never came to more than raising a few long-dead corpses to stumble for a few moments. There was a reason his former mentor sent him to her.

As she walked, she looked at all the caskets, lined up in a row. Some of them were very small. All of them were closed, though Dorian was peeking inside the one at the far end.

“Is that him?” she said, her usually blunt voice cracked.

“Yes,” he said with remorse. "He is the only one in decent condition."

Dorian open the casket and they both studied the person inside. A young man--could not have been much older than either of them--lay still, with eyes closed. They could see the bronze sheen of his skin still leaving his body, the luster of his slicked brown hair coming undone. Plush lips formed a faint, serene smile, but the color was fading by the moment, cracks forming.

Hawke ran a finger along the slope of the prince’s slender cheekbone. "This is him, the youngest of the three Starkhaven princes. Did you examine the body? What did you find?”

“I did,” said Dorian, his voice solemn but with a tinge of eagerness, wanting to perform well for his renowned mentor. “He was lucky, in a way. Got an arrow in the chest while trying to lead others to a secret exit. He was so close, too. Another second and he might have made it."

Her finger ghost down the outline of his face, lingered on his chin, then she made a fist. A purple light, wafting and warbling the air, illuminated her fingernails and surged through her skin.

"You're going to bring him back?" said Dorian, trying to suppress to excitement in his voice.

"For a moment," said Hawke, her icy blue eyes turning like frosted amethyst. "long enough to ask him what happened here."

Hawke opened her palm and pressed it against the prince's chest. Purple light washed over her body and passed through him, as though she were transfusing her own energy into him. Dorian tensed, looking for color to return to the corpse, betraying his logical mind, knowing that's not how Necromancy worked. At least not any form that he or any journeyman mage was aware of, though there were tales of spells that could keep resurrected corpses near perfectly alive again, at a great cost to both caster and corpse. But not even an esteemed sorceress like Hawke could perform such a feat.

Hawke pushed harder, a bead of sweat against her pale brow. Her fingers clenched against the prince's blood-stained tunic when his eyes popped open. Dorian and the prince gasped at the same time, both shocked at the spell's success.

“Ah…” the prince’s cloudy blue eyes looked about; his body twitched as if waking from a long slumber. When his eyes cleared and found focus, they immediately locked onto Hawke, a wide, elated smile followed. “Marian!” he cried; his arms opened for her.

“You know the Prince of Starkhaven?” asked Dorian.

“He courted me briefly,” Hawke said, voice casual and flat.

“I beg your pardon?”

“Oh, Marian,” the prince’s voice was deep and sorrowful, his eyes pouring over Hawke. “I thought I’d never see you again.”

“I’m sorry, Sebastian, but there’s no time,” said Hawke, still steady. “Do you know what happened?”

His smile immediately faded. “I … I do.”

“If we’re going to get any justice for you and your family, you need to tell me everything you know. And hurry, I can’t keep up the spell forever.”

“Those … people who stormed the castle. They had no flag, but I heard their whispers, as I tried to escape. Lady Johane Harimann hired them. If you search them, I’m sure you will find further proof.”

“That’s a good start. Walk me through your last hours.”

The prince only seemed to move his upper body, his hands clearly aching to reach for Hawke. His eyes still foggy with death, yet they almost glimmered at the sight of her, like stars glittering through clouds of night.

As he finished, Hawke placed her hand over his. The purple light around her slowly dimmed, she sighed, and the prince began to fall back.

"Dorian," said Hawke, the last of her magic faded. "Start examining the mercenary bodies. Take account of all that are in decent shape."

"Are you going to 'interview' them, too?"

"I might, though I'll need to restrain them first. But let's see what we can find on them, first."

"Very well," he took a few steps out the chamber. "And... for what's it's worth, I'm sorry about..."

"Please go, Dorian," she said, her words blunt as stone. "I need to think."

"Of course," and he hurried out.

Hawke sighed as she heard the door clack, and the footsteps faded. She tried to collect herself with deep, slow breaths. She had walked battlefields and massacres, bloody accidents and cruel forces of nature. The sight of blood stirred no emotion after a time, yet the smell of death, the force that hung like heavy fog, still became overwhelming if she lingered too long. All the worse, that it was someone she knew. Someone she loved.

One more steadying breath. She has already made her decision when she first heard the news, and she was never one to go back on a decision once she made it.

She brought her hand to the prince's chest again, this time with a crackling red light. When she touched his skin, he shuddered and buzzed, like streaks of lightning consuming his heart. Blood rose in his face, spreading color throughout. Crackles of red light crisscrossed against the arrow wound; it did not heal to become normal skin again, but the blood and the gash were gone, replaced with a jagged crimson patch. A memory of death.

He groaned, and the corners of his eyes crinkled.

Marian sighed in relief but was immediately stricken by a sharp pain in her chest; the magic taking its due, boiling a patch of her skin, parallel to the prince’s.

"Marian," he said softly, less a jolting rise, and more a gentle awakening, as if stirred slowly late in the morning by a lover's touch.

"Oh, my sweet Sebastian," she said, her voice cracking. "I never should have left your side. If only I had..."

"Shh, it's all right, my love," he leaned into her palm and kissed the inside. "I know you'll make this right."

"I will," she said, and she leaned into the casket to kiss him. She felt the magic as it worked, re-threading muscles, erasing the cracks. A healthy dark olive hue poured over his face, spilling into his neck, then his chest. If anything, his kiss was even more tender than she remembered. “Listen, dearest one. I can’t bring anyone else back. I have given half my life to fuel yours. You feel pain, I feel pain. You die, I die.”

“I always wanted for us to share in everything,” he said, his voice as slow and sweet as honey, as if nothing in the world was wrong.

"I'll make sure everyone even remotely responsible pays dearly for what happened here. We shall wreak this vengeance together, and I will never leave your side again."

The prince looked upon her with clear, piercing blue eyes. "Never."

*

Hawke did not understand her mentor’s words about love in her youth. Even now, she was not certain if it was meant to be encouragement or warning. But on this day, she chose her own meaning for it.

[brightasstars]

The Diplomat's Son and the Boy in the Orchids' Garden

Chapter 13 is up

The banging was what woke Ragnor immediately, it was loud and insistent, as if someone was in danger. It took him some instants to figure out if he was dreaming or not. Then a thought crossed his head like a sharp, lightning.

Magnus. 

He shot up from his bed, running straight toward the door as he yelled, “Cat! Cat, wake up!”

Magnus crashed into his arms, wet and out of breath, it was clear he had been running all the way there. Ragnor hugged him and the boy started crying and babbling something about his father. 

Ragnor couldn’t get the details of what had happened between them since Magnus’ whispers were interspersed with sobs and hiccups, so he decided it was better to let him calm down first before they got into any further conversation.

Keep reading

@imandras, thank you again for making this happen

[boniface-fiction]

No Easy Way

Rickyl - The Walking Dead - 2.5K - T+ - AU Soulmates

"No easy way to say this, so I'll just say it."

That was a hell of a lot to be printed on a kid's arm, and upside down to boot, but Daryl was nothing if not recklessly single minded when he wanted to do something, and he wanted to read his soul mark.

"Your soul mate's a talkative little thing, ain't she?" Merle teased, with his squinted eyes bruised dark by heavy fists. Other times, when he smelled like burning plastic and slurred his words; "How the hell that bitch breakin' up with you as her first words?"

Read on AO3 here

[luxshine]

Chapters: 6/? Fandom: రంగస్థలం | Rangasthalam (2018), జై లవకుశ | Jai Lava Kusa (2017), RRR (2022) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Chelluboina Chitti Babu/Jai Kumar | Raavana, Chelluboina Chitti Babu/Kusa Kumar, Chelluboina Kumar Babu/Kasi, Chelluboina Chitti Babu/Lava Kumar Characters: Chelluboina Chitti Babu, Jai Kumar | Raavana, Kusa Kumar, Chelluboina Kumar Babu, Kasi (Rangashtalam), Lava Kumar Additional Tags: Dragons, Alternate Universe - Dragons, Dragon shifters, Soulmates, Soulmarks, Chitti Babu is a Water Dragon, Canon-Typical Violence, Deaf Character Summary:

After the events of Jai, Lava, Kusa, Jai survived but he and his brothers need a peaceful place to rebuild their relationship and get away from the darkness. Kasi, one of Jai's underlings, suggests the town of Rangasthalam, where he grew up. What the triplets didn't expect was to call the attention of the Water Dragon who watched over Rangasthalam.

[lian-does-star-trek-in-a-jar]

The Illogicality of Love- Chapter One:

Spock had always been ashamed of his soulmark. It had been on his side ever since he could remember, the messy, loopy letters sitting directly over his heart- a reminder of his accursed human half, since only humans had soulmates. The concept was ridiculous to Vulcan culture, of course- totally illogical in every way- after all, what here the chances of ever even finding your soulmate in a universe so vast? They created false hope, a lack of content and a lifetime striving for the ‘perfect’ person that for the majority would never materialise.

Spock had done research on them of course. To know what he was dealing with. It would have been illogical not to. It was possible for a human to fall in love with one that was not technically their soul mate- and indeed, most did. He felt no guilt, therefore, when he decided at the age of 16 he would do nothing in his power to seek out his soulmate- if they needed to, they’d find someone else. Not like it was really his choice, anyway- his father expected him to follow Vulcan cultural norms to the letter, including his betrothal at age seven, to a girl he barley knew and indeed would hardly become more aquatinted with until the time of their marriage came.

The words though. The damn name, scrawled there by some unknown, invisible hand. His father had had it covered at birth, recoiled at the sight of it, instructed him to not dwell on it, that no matter what it said it would have no bearing on his life. He had never read it. No one but Spock had, when, in his weaker moments, he had studied it, tracing his finger over the inefficient loops and swirls in the script, so different from his own neat print, the way Vulcans were taught to write.

James.

James.

Sometimes, a spark of hope overtook him, a longing to imagine the person behind that tantalising name- who had his own, somewhere out there, over their own beating heart.

He crushed it down, to the bottom of his gut, smothered the tiny flicker of warmth at the notion. He couldn't afford it. He'd never find them- any belief otherwise was a mistake with a broken heart at the end of it. He never intended to find James, he never wanted to, and he never would- a mantra that Spock was determined to live by.

A mantra he depended on to be true.

Chapter one - Chapter two>>

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[n2-crisis]

Having insane thoughts tonight, but I feel like the area where soulmate AUs and religion meet are under explored. Specifically, like, Christianity and its adjacent spawn, because those are the ones I know enough about to make this post.

But like, the concept of saving yourself for marriage, does that now include saving yourself from your soulmate? What if you’re gay? Is the church still homophobic? If the church is still homophobic, would they force you to never meet your soulmate. Are there religious people turning their soulmates down for God? Or if soulmates are seen as some kind of mandate of God, does the church become less homophobic? Or do they just do a sort of cognitive dissonance thing where only straight people’s soulmates are the work of God. Like, straight people finding their soulmates is godly, but gay people’s soulmates have been altered by the devil or something. Also, what about priests and vows of chastity? Many things to think about on this night.

Also, (most) people having a single designated person would probably do some weird shit to bi/pan discourse, but perhaps that’s a thought for another post.

[meoawa]

Overambitious PMMM Fate Soulmate Crossover

Soulmate bonds can both be forged at birth or over time. Homura starts out with only two marks indicating her as the soul child of Tart and Riz/Liz Hawkwood.

All her other bonds don't persist between loops until some threshold is reached, the first being her bond with Madoka after finding the resolve to keep going after learning that Madoka's potential increases every loop.

Each bond that persists between the loops adds generally beneficial changes to the timeline, though not all can be concisely explained.

Homura's mother was from a magus family that her element and origin was actively detrimental to the practicing of the family magecraft. As a result Homura's crest is filled with a mess of knowledge from before Homura's mother found her speciality of creating animals with Magical Circuits similarly to how one would make a Homunculus.

For the Fate Characters it's a Shirou/Artoria/Illya/Rin/Sakura/Luvia from birth soulbond.

Another result of Soulbonds is that Artoria and Mordred have positive relations with each other with Artoria giving the crown to Mordred to look for her soulmates. Mordred would then kill Morgan le Fay with a cold iron lance modeled after Rhongomyniad.

The 5th Grail war is interesting in that someone made a second grail, hooked it up to the first and made it so that it was two simultaneous great grail wars.

This second grail has a few kinks in that all the servants tied to it (Purple and Blue) are dual classed, if one side summons a Ruler the grail won't summon an independent Ruler but does provide the required command seals to the First grail's ruler.

War Participants

Red

Shirou, Saber Artoria

Illya, Archer Heracles

Rin, Caster EMIYA

Sakura, Rider Medusa

Bazett, Lancer Cu Chulainn

Luvia, Assassin Hassan of serenity

TBD, Berserker TBD

Black

TBD, Caster Morgan le Fay

TBD, Saber TBD

TBD, Lancer TBD

TBD, Archer TBD

TBD, Saber TBD

TBD, Berserker TBD

TBD, Assassin TBD

Red/Black Ruler Johanna

Purple

Homura, Lancer/Ruler Tart/Jeanne D'Arc

Sayaka, Saber/Avenger Mordred

Madoka, Assassin/Berserker Jack(ie) the Ripper

Kyoko, Rider/TBD TBD

Mami, Caster/TBD TBD

Hitomi, Archer/TBD TBD

Oriko/Kirika/Touka/Nemu/Ui, Berserker/Saber Lancelot

Blue

TBD, Caster/Foreigner Giles

TBD, Saber/TBD TBD

TBD, Lancer/TBD TBD

TBD, Archer/TBD TBD

TBD, Saber/TBD TBD

TBD, Berserker/TBD TBD

TBD, Assassin/TBD TBD

[allwaswell16]

A One Direction fic rec of soulmate fics that are hidden gems as requested in this ask. If you enjoy the fics, please leave kudos and comments for the writers! You can find my other recs here. Happy reading!

- Louis / Harry -

💕 De amore ex tempore by @persephoneflouwers

(M, 101k, historical) the Time Travel AU where alternate versions of themselves live simultaneously in different realities and their paths collide every time, until somehow, they converge into one.

💕 I'm Praying (that you don't burn out or fade away) by @lululawrence

(NR, 75k, soul stars) Harry and Louis are literal stars who have known they were soulmates from their creation eons ago, however when Louis came to Earth to start the next phase of their fated future, he forgot everything. Even Harry.

💕 You, Who Never Arrived by abrighteryellow / @a-brighter-yellow

(T, 42k, 90s au) Louis Tomlinson is days away from marrying a perfectly nice podiatrist when he gets a phone call that changes everything. Or, the Only You AU in which Louis has a soulmate and it's definitely not Harry Styles.

💕 i got a heart (but i don't got a soul) by tempolarriefics / @tempolarriefix

(NR, 19k, famous/not famous) the one where louis sells his soul before meeting his soulmate, harry is a popstar with a heart of gold, niall is inadvertently responsible for harry's boners, liam is a meddling angel, and zayn is a demon who made a mistake

💕 The Journal by 4ureyesonly28 / @evilovesyou , RecycledStardust

(G, 13k, magic) When Harry finds himself purchasing an antique journal in the ancient bookshop of a town he's never heard of, he doesn't exactly want to admit that he has no idea how he got there.

💕 Swimming Against the Tide by @neondiamond

(G, 9k, enemies to lovers) Louis and Harry are rival competitive swimmers who kinda hate each other. Turns out they’re also soulmates.

💕 You Can See It with the Lights Out by @larryatendoftheday

(M, 8k, canon) In a universe where you know as soon as you meet your soulmate, Harry's been shaking hands his whole career, waiting for the one.

💕 Crimson Clover by babyhoneyhslt / @babyhoneyheslt

(T, 5k, historical) Harry and Louis are soulmates, but one is already promised to another. When their plan to flee is discovered and they are separated, Harry falls gravely ill.

💕 Oh, what a world, and then there is you by LaDiDah

(T, 5k, historical) Harry and Louis have met many times before, in many different universes. Soulmates always find each other.

💕 Can't Imagine You Without The Same Smile In Your Eyes by galactic_larry / @galacticlarry

(T, 4k, uni) It’s been over a week since Harry’s first semester at university began, and he has had zero new exciting friendships or noteworthy experiences, just a bizarre dream that keeps waking him up in the middle of the night.

💕 Louis and the no good, very bad day by @haztobegood

(E, 4k, soulmate goose) Louis collapses back into the bed with a groan. Just when he thought his day couldn’t get any worse, there’s a fucking goose stuck on his balcony.

💕 Falling by @reminiscingintherain

(T, 4k, soulmarks) Based off the prompt:  you’re my soulmate and I know we’d have a happy ever after but you’re my best friends ex and if I dated you they’d never speak to me again and I don’t know what to do

💕 That’s the way love goes by bella28 

(T, 4k, soulmate goose) In a world, where soulmate geese are sent to the people who can't figure out who their soulmate is, Harry finds himself stuck with a goose when he is attending a concert of his favourite artist Louis Tomlinson.

💕 Bitter Soulmates Series by theweightofmywords / @lil0

(T, 4k, angst) They had never met, but he didn’t think there was anyone in the world he missed more.

💕 So Paris When We Kiss by cherrylarry / @beelou

(G, 4k, exes) There’s a travel website open that he certainly did not open himself. Niall has been trying to get him to Paris ever since he got his mark. There’s not any particular reason why he hasn’t gone, it just never felt like the right time. 

💕 What’s in a Name by @hellolovers13

(T, 2k, friends to lovers) Louis had always known Harry was his soulmate. The name on his arm disagreed.

💕 emotions won’t grow by localopa / @voulezloux

(G, 1k, angst with a happy ending) so, you’re the unfortunate soul stuck with me

- Rare Pairs -

💕 neither wanting more, neither asking why (series) by @justanothershadeofblue

(E, 40k, ot5) For Louis Tomlinson, there's nothing that compares with getting his soulmark and meeting his soulmate. Nothing that he could imagine that ever could.

💕 I Saw Several Angels in the Self Help Section by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup

(G, 3k, ot5) Zayn and Louis are soulmates. They're also missing some soulmates. For extra flavour, it's Christmas.

[pines4thetwin]

Stancest matching mark soulmate au! but the mark appears at defining moments in your life (and burns like shit)

A few unconnected ideas below the cut.

Young Stancest

So hear me out... when they're young they used to draw matching marks on their skin and pretend to be soulmates (and Filbrick beat the shit out of them when he saw them because obvious reasons) but they were kids and they really didn't understand why he was so mad about it but they stop drawing the marks but it doesn't change the wish they both harbor

Teen stancest

where Ford gets his mark around the same time he realizes he's in love with stan. And being confused because he's so very sure that he is stan's and stan should be his too right... right? He's seen every inch of stans body, maybe less frequently now, but he'd know if it was there. So he grits his teeth to stifle any sounds while it burns itself into his skin and doesn't dare mention it to stan

Alternately teen!stan getting his and hiding in the bathroom to hide his furious sobbing because it hurts (the burn of it and the fact that fords skin is bare of any soulmark) and hating the mark because he absolutely despises the idea of being anybody's but Ford's.

30s Stancest

Stan whose mark doesnt appear the traditional way. Him and ford fight and he gets kicked against the machine and it hurts- burns so much he's crumpled to the floor and he hits ford but thats about all he can do when Ford is dragged through the portal.

But he watches Ford drop the journal as a mark glows and burns itself into his brothers skin and doesnt even realize the significance until he finally works up the courage to look at the mark on his back and realizes that the same one had branded his brothers wrist moments after stan had gotten his... it cant be

And Ford, angry and scared as he's dragged through the portal and the journal falling from his hand instead of being thrown because his hand siezes from the burn of his mark coming in... and the universe is mighty funny to be telling him that stan is his soulmate in a moment like this.

Old Stancest

And it brands itself onto both of them the moment Ford comes through the portal and reveals himself and they dont even have a chance to react before their both gripping their arm right above their mark and stans hissing out a curse and Ford just stares between their arms and neither of them can believe it but honestly if you thought things between them were shitty before... this only makes things so much worse

Or with Stan spending decades unmarked and not really dwelling on it because he's too focused on trying to get his twin back and the second the portal works the mark decides to make an appearance and stan really doesnt care how much it hurts cause he's waiting with bated breath and he definitely doesnt expect ford to react the way he does. Later, when he sits alone he stares at the mark and wonders if fords got the same one and he really doesnt want to dwell on that thought because

Oh apparently he does have a soulmate and theres really only one person it could be

Sea Grunks

They're out at sea and its a relatively warm day. Stans got a tank on and his soulmark is in clear view. He doesn't get why Ford keeps glancing at it. Trying to be subtle and failing miserably. Doesn't really remember the significance of the mark anymore. But then he catches ford rolling up the sleeves of that sweater that Ford refuses to take off no matter how hot it is and he cant help but ask ford "when'd we get matching tattoos" and ford just laughs softly. He rubs his thumb over stans mark and plants a sweet kiss on stans lips and maybe stan should be shocked or disgusted but for some reason it feels like a long time coming.