#flower soulmate au

[chrysalis-the-butterfly]

Huskerdust and Soulmate Flowers

I was recently researching the various Soulmate AUs that people have come up with for their fandoms, and one in particular stood out to me: the Flower Soulmate AU.

What if every time something tragic happens in your soulmate’s life, a flower appears on your body somewhere? ... Imagine having a partner at war, and flowers are appearing everywhere over your body. When they return home, they have scars while you have roses.

And I started thinking about Huskerdust, and what would happen if they were soulmates, and what would happen if one man grew flowers when the other was hurting.

Imagine Husk behind the bar, late at night, feeling a tingling on his face and noticing a patch of cherry blossoms around his eye, and watching as more and more of them bloom on his chest and under his trousers, and realising, "Yeesh, Anthony must be having a really hard day at work," and heading upstairs to run a bath and find the First Aid kit.

Imagine Angel at work on another day, in his dressing room, yanking red roses out of his spine and knees, muttering, "Come on, Husk, can you not have chronic pain while I'm trying to shoot a movie?" and then immediately feeling guilty, and resolving to give Husk the best darn back massage he's ever had when he's back at the Hotel - with all six arms out.

Imagine Charlie noticing Husk's cherry blossoms and Angel's roses, and knowing what this means because she has an izote flower by her left eye, the same eye that Vaggie is missing. Imagine Charlie squeeing at the prospect of Husk and Angel being soulmates and getting married and whatnot, and the two men insisting that they're not soulmates, the flowers are a coincidence, they don't even like each other ... except they do.

Yeah, I think I want to write a fanfic about this.

[gay-flyboys]

Um hi hello so I may be a stressed weakling who tends to explode somehow when freaking out, and I'm kinda in the middle of reading Hair Twined With Flowers and. Um. Yeah. This happened. Love the fic, keep doing what you're doing!!!

And if I’m a sobbing mess on the floor then what??? HM???? THEN WHAT OH MY FUCKING GOD IM GONNA

[fvbofk]

Flower Soulmate AU

Has this been done already? Most likely.

Am I still going to post this? Yes.

In the shower this soulmate AU popped in my head where wherever your soulmate has an injury, flowers will grow from your skin where your soulmate has been injured.

The worse the injury is the bigger the flower.

Each person grows a unique type of flower corresponding to their soulmate, the flower that grows on your body is native to the region your soulmate was born.

Scars turn into flower tattoos, the same kind that grows from the skin. Because of that, drawing/receiving flower tattoos (that you get from the shop, on purpuse) is taboo, people could think that it is from their soulmate.

Everyone has a flower tattoo on their belly buttons, in case you didn’t know, your belly button is a scar from where the umbilical cord was attached.

Internal injuries will make you grow flowers inside of you, it won’t kill you but it will be very uncomfortable (a lot of diseases were found because of that, a person growing flowers inside of them and then checking their soulmate).

Yes, lung/stomach/esophagus and all of that will make you throw up flowers hanahaki style, it won’t kill you tho.

Flower recognition forums/sites/whatever become very popular.

Self-harm becomes a more prominent issue, people harm themselves trying to communicate with their soulmate and sometimes it goes too far.

When your soulmate dies, the flower tattoos wilt.

I’m using flowers explaining this AU because it’s easier to explain it with them, but it could be any plant, if it is a plant like a cactus or a poisonous one it won’t harm you.

[pineapple-frenzy]

Hello! If you are still taking prompts, literally anything from your flower soulmate au for Zutara 👀💜🌸

Aahhh this took quite a while but I had too many thoughts and ideas for what to draw

I went ahead and made another comic and I'm just gonna ramble for a bit qlfjlqkwqk

I think I mentioned this before, but Katara didn't like her soulmark flowers for a quite some time because they remind her too much of painful memories and her inability to protect those dear to her. So for the longest time she would pick them off her face and pretend they weren't there. It wasn't til she worked things out with Zuko that she started to accept the flowers as a part of her and she didn't feel the need to pick them anymore

[planetwaynez]

FLOWERS AND GOLDEN STRINGS

Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

SOULMATES AU!

Synopsis: Jason is certain that he is meant to help others, not just as a vigilante but also as some sort of twisted cupid. He thinks he is meant to only watch other fall in love and never find his forever and always, however after buying Lian some flowers for her birthday and a sucession of events envolving soulmates, he can't get the flower shop girl out of his head. Y/N thinks that the Red Hood is so hopeless in love with his soulmate but why does this fact bothers her so much? Why she wanted to be the center of his affaction? After months helping the vigilante, she meets her soulmate, Jason, but she can't forget the Red Hood. How will she deal with all those new and complicated emotions?

Warnings: SMUT! Canon-divergent, violence, foul lingauge, jelousy, complicated feelings, angst, fluffly, miscominucation, slow burn, injuries, kidnaping, paranoia and more to be added.

CHAPTERS

One

Two

Three

Four

Five

Six

Seven

Eight

Nine

Ten

[sam-loves-seb]

find someone who grows flowers (in the darkest parts of you)

Ian was practically born with his. He’s had it for as long as he can remember, this bunch of wild red carnations blooming between his shoulder blades. “Pride,” Lip tells him, his finger on the page of a library book about flowers. “Sounds about right for an army nerd like you.” Ian punches him in the arm, but the definition makes him smile. Fiona never saw it like that growing up. She used to tell him they were all about love. “Love and happiness,” she’d say, tracing the pattern on his back through his t-shirt. “These ones around the edges? They’re more orange.”

// soulmate + flower mark au

@gallavichthings @notherenewjersey

[ekat-fandom-blog]

It was known that whenever your soulmate got a scar or a bruise you'd get a flower in the same place. The flowers coincide with how they were feeling when they got the scars/bruises. As the scars/bruises faded, so did the flowers.

Sam and Valerie had figured out they were soulmates because they got the same flowers in the same area every time their soulmate (or soulmates. They weren't sure how many they had.) got hurt. Some of the flowers never faded, showing that their soulmates scar never did either.

As time went on Sam got more and more interested in how the soulmate marks work. Found as many resources as she could, and when she ran out of them, she started experimenting. The experiments didn't last very long. Everyone was very upset with her. It didn't matter, she had proof that the flower meaning guide she found was accurate.

Cass had always been careful to hide her soulmate marks when she'd been with the League. They were a sign of weakness. They were also a sign of a potential traitor. Her father told her to never look at them.

When she left, she found them interesting to look at she didn't understand why they were there or why they appeared or disappeared. They just did. They were pretty. She saw them on other people sometimes too. While she hid them when she was in public as she only wore her Orphan costume and then kept to long sleeves and pants, she took joy in admiring the pretty flowers.

She learned what they meant and what they were after she was adopted by Bruce. She wasn't good at reading words, so the "Flower meanings list" wasn't very helpful, but Steph and Tim helped her figure out their meanings.

Steph didn't mean to hide her soulmate marks, but it was easier sometimes to hide them along with the bruises and scratches and other injuries than it was to avoid covering them up. She started to suspect that Cass was her soulmate when she saw flowers pop up when she got hurt. She thinks Cass noticed flowers appearing on her whenever the other got hurt, too.

After they confirmed their status as soulmates, they started to suspect that they had at least one more. There were a few thyme (courage, strength) sprigs and tansy (hostile thoughts, declaring war) littering them both showed that whoever their other soulmate was, was probably a spitfire. Their soulmate's flowers eventually stopped appearing so frequently.

Valerie left Amity, promising Sam to call as often as possible. The new city, Gotham, was dark and gothic. Valerie knew Sam would love the place. The fact that her soulmate could so easily fit in with the villains made her hope they never decided to settle down here.

It wasn't easy to adjust to the place, given how dreary and loud and crowded it was. She had to deal with too many idiots trying to pickpocket her. It was enough to make her wish she'd gone to a city closer to her hometown. Like Faucett City.

It really didn't help that there were vigilantes that had decided to take an interest in her. Dumb vigilantes that had decided to name themselves after animals. It's almost as bad as Danny's pun. Or "Superman".

[carrotcouple]

“We found him!”

Jiang Cheng pressed his lips together to not cry out in pain as he was pushed roughly to the ground. The holes in his trousers made the stone cut harshly into his knees. He tried to raised himself up on his hands but a Wen soldier kicked his head and down he went again, stars in his vision. He was scared. He was angry. Had Wei Wuxian gotten away alright?

If he had then thank God.

“Oh?”

Wen Chao’s voice.

Jiang Cheng grit his teeth, tears stinging his eyes and anger boiling under his skin.

“What happened to the other one?”

“We couldn’t find the other one, only him.”

“Well, this one is good enough. He is just as guilty of his shixiong’s crime,” Wen Chao snickered.

Bastard. The one with crimes was him, how dare he pretend that Jiang Cheng’s family and Sect had committed sins?

“Oi, Jiang Cheng,” Wen Chao’s boot settled down on top of his head, pushing his face into the blood stained stone under him. Jiang Cheng growled. “Where’s your shixiong?”

“Fuck you,” Jiang Cheng snarls.

Wen Chao raises his foot and then slams it down. Jiang Cheng feels like he hears his nose crack. Warm blood fills his mouth. It hurts, he’s scared, he’s furious. He wants to grind Wen Chao to dust and feed his ashes to maggots.

“Listen to this dog bark!” Wen Chao cackles.

Wei Ying please be safe.

“Someone get him up, he’ll be a good exam-” Wen Chao removes his foot, sounding dismissive and uninterested. Jiang Cheng lunges forward, leaping up and smashing his knee into Wen Chao’s face. If he’s going to die he might as well die fighting like his mother did. He’s the son of the Violet Spider! Wen Chao shrieks, stumbling backwards, hands going up to his nose which is now bleeding like Jiang Cheng’s. Jiang Cheng aims his fist towards Wen Chao’s throat.

“Wen Zhuliu!” a shrill female voice screeches.

Molten fire collides into Jiang Cheng’s shoulder and he hits the ground. He rolls to the side, attempting to shoot back up to his feet, but then he’s kicked in the side. He curls up momentarily, but that’s all that’s needed. Blows rain down on him. He grunts in pain and then bites down on his lips, desperate not to give them the satisfaction of crying out.

He’s in so much pain.

It hurts.

A-Niang.

“Take him inside! I’ll make him scream!” he hears Wen Chao shout.

He’d rather die than do something Wen Chao wants of him. Someone grabs him by the hair and pulls him up, dragging him backward. He whimpers, scrambling furiously, trying to get away. He grabs at the hands in his hair, scratching at it to get free. He scratches at arm guards. They continue to drag him, hair coming out of his scalp and then he’s thrown onto a slightly elevated platform of stone.

Before he can orient himself, he’s being pulled to his feet and his hands are being chained to hold him up. The top of his robes are pulled away and his eyes widen.

“What are yo-”

Wen Chao is cackling in front of him, still bleeding from his nose, an ugly purple bruise on his face. He’s holding a discipline whip. One of Yunmeng Jiang’s discipline whips. Disgust, fury and fear wells up inside of Jiang Cheng. The audacity of the man to hold something only a Jiang elder is allowed to hold. But he is also horrified. He knows what Wen Chao is going to do.

Jiang Cheng is the heir of Yunmeng Jiang. A model student. To be hit by the discipline whip is the greatest shame.

Wen Chao raises the whip.

“Wait! Sto-” Jiang Cheng cries out.

Ice and fire across his chest.

A wail bursts from his lips. He kicks his legs out, arms yanking at the chains, desperate to curl up. Tears streak down his cheeks as agonized screams leave his mouth. He can feel nothing, only flames on his chest, burning a path across his skin. Blood seeps into his brown-gray robes. There is blood dripping down his wrists from how hard he is trying to pull his hands free.

Distantly he hears laughter.

A hand grabs his chin and he’s forced to look at Wen Chao’s face through his tears.

“Let’s hear you apologize for your actions, dog,” Wen Chao says.

“I...hope you rot in hell…” Jiang Cheng grits out.

He is his mother’s son. He will not die begging. He will not beg for a life that he has given up to save one of his loved ones. His sacrifice has been made. There is no point to-

Wen Chao strikes him across the face.

“Wen Zhuliu, teach him what it’s like when people don’t revere me,” Wen Chao spits out.

Jiang Cheng blinks furiously, trying to clear his head. His chest hurts so much. He slowly looks up and sees Wen Zhuliu standing over him.

A-Niang, A-Die…

Wen Zhuliu’s arm lights up with spiritual energy and then before Jiang Cheng can even flinch or close his eyes, it makes contact with his stomach.

Silence.

Jiang Cheng hears something like a deranged wail and then sobbing and it takes him a moment to realize it’s him. His body is cold, like Wen Zhuliu has carved out his heart while he is still alive. An integral part of him has been taken from him. He feels violated and robbed. He wheezes for breath, unable to process what’s going on around him, crying hysterically.

He’s truly lost the only thing that had given him value.

He doesn’t hear Wen Chao and then Wen soldiers laughing at him. He doesn’t feel Wen Zhuliu undo his bonds. He falls into a heap on the floor.

Without his core there is nothing to him.

He’s as good as dead now.

I hope...Wei Ying is safe.

[fandoms-in-law]

Revealing Flowers

Summary: Steve and Eddie both know they're soulmates. They've never spoken and don't know how to start speaking to each other but they know it. The Upside Down at least gets them talking to each other.

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Steve knew his soulmate. He just didn't know how to approach or talk to him.

Eddie knew Steve's soulmate. He was trying to pretend he didn't unless Steve started speaking to him.

Hawkins High didn't know who Steve Harrington's soulmate was and loved to speculate and gossip each time he saw a girl more than once. 

Robin Buckley had been a prime candidate until she produced the receipt for her tattoo of flowers people had pointed at saying they matched Steve's. It had been a promise to each other of permanence but not dictated by a soulmate bond.

The only other student everyone knew had tattoos was Eddie and even he'd stuck to animals and patterns rather than convincing the artist to let him have flowers.

They'd forgotten the times the jocks had bullied him for fake soulmate flowers. Billy had found it especially fun to do after the second ones that appeared on his face vanished in a few weeks. Somehow he never realised those flowers matched with other injuries he'd recently caused.

~

"I don't get it." Robin said, hurrying through the store to start her shift.

Steve watched her curiously since no customers were around. "Get what?"

"Nobody knows your soulmate but you say you do. How? You're not dating them or speak to anyone other than that kids and me." she spoke quickly, glancing at the door.

"Eh, he got bullied over faking soulmate flowers. I was off for part of the week but the fading ones matched my injuries. Just didn't know how to talk to him so tried getting the bullying to stop." Steve shrugged. He'd mentioned before that his soulmate was male but never wanted to say who before actually speaking to him.

"Munson? Him? You can easily start talking to him. He's leading the kids club or is it some other guy you've complained over losing Dustin to a million times." Robin rolled her eyes as if it really was that easy.

Steve raised an eyebrow at her. "And when my injuries and scars get questioned?"

She opened and closed her mouth a few times trying to think of something but the after work customers started arriving before she did.

~

"Help us find Eddie!" Dustin had snapped it while he and Max did all they could to take over Family Video.

Steve froze, before reaching for the scissors. "Robin? Write 'Let me help. Where are you?' with these please?" He asked, holding both hands out. He wasn't sure Eddie would reply but it would give a better answer than whatever the kids planned on doing.

She didn't say anything as she did, and he didn't react to the scratches being put on the back of his hand, looking to the kids instead. "He's my soulmate. I just never knew how to approach him and he didn't speak to me either. This is over Cunningham, right?"

"It's gotta be back! Eddie wasn't meant to get involved!" Dustin agreed, pacing from stress. "Let's call the rest of Hellfire, see if they know where he'd go."

Max shot a judgemental look at Dustin before turning it on Steve. "Are you explaining that so Dustin forgets to freak out about it cause he's worrying already?"

"Nope just to explain doing this." Steve held his arm up as Robin had just finished scratching his message out.

Before more could be said though flowers were appearing on his forearm.

Steve glanced at them and around the shop. "I'm calling Keith. Your parents have insisted you go home to stay safe if there's someone murdering girls in Hawkins and mine are demanding I join them in California for safety though I've no clue how they heard about the murder already. He can manage the shop now." He resolved. If the Upside Down was back it had never been a one day and finished situation, except for Starcourt but he wasn't sure of that even.

"He replied? Let's go!" Dustin was trying to push them out the door before Steve could make the call and getting dodged.

"After I've at least tried to ensure we have a job for after this is sorted." Steve insisted, glancing at his arm and seeing it still wasn't enough to just drive to. He checked on their system for the full address from the name on his arm while making the call.

~

Eddie had peered out of the boat shed when Steve knocked, justifiably hesitant but letting the four of them in silent until the door was shut. "I didn't do it, Harrington. I don't know what happened." he said then,eyes remaining on Steve the entire time.

"So it wasn't a monster? Normally when things like this happen in Hawkins a monster is seen." Steve asked, certain that would've been mentioned rather than nothing known.

Eddie blinked at that, slumping in on himself. "You're serious? Weird shit has happened before?"

"Yes but it changes every time." Steve gentle his tone, accepting that even if Robin max and Dustin were there and at least one of them wanted to ask their own questions Eddie was only focusing on him. "What did you see? So we can try and help from there."

"She... fuck! Chrissy levitated, floated to the ceiling and then-" Eddie broke off heaving slightly. "Don't make me describe it. She died on the ceiling."

Dustin made a noise of alarm, getting the pair to jump to face him, "Only El has done that so far! And that's when she's in sight of a person!"

"El?" Eddie asked, glancing around at Max and Robin as if expecting one of them to identify as her.

"A girl who had superpowers, moved away last year and had lost them." Steve explained in an aside, he clicked at Dustin, heading towards the door. "You think that through. Let's get to the car. Eddie, you're being a coat pile and coming with us."

Eddie didn't stand, even as Robin and Max filed out.

He was shaking his head before Steve looked back at him. "I can't risk that. They're - they're blaming me, aren't they?"

"You can. Nobody would expect you to be staying at my house, Munson. They're idiots so come on, big empty house with heating and comfy beds or a drafty boat house?" Steve repeated his decision, gesturing impatiently.

Eddie still hesitated but at another gesture reluctantly followed.

~

They didn’t talk about being soulmates. Through the time Eddie was hiding at Steve’s, through Nancy and Robin trying to investigate more of what Wayne had mentioned and Dustin’s realisation that the compasses were changing direction towards a gate, neither Eddie or Steve mentioned the soulmate connection again.

That’s not to say they didn’t grumble about it, Eddie had definitely had complaints over how weird soulmate flowers felt as they formed and Steve got to point out he’d never had enough to notice.

He was noticing now, feeling his skin rippling even as he worked with Nancy and Robin to try and get their original plan back. Whatever had happened with Dustin and Eddie while the vines had tried to kill them was probably killing Eddie now and Steve knew he needed to rush.

Without saying more than “Eddie.” He handed the axe to Robin once their molotovs were thrown and ran, hoping she’d be able to behead Vecna while he tried to save Eddie’s life.

The extra seconds he got from feeling the flowers forming might not have saved Eddie’s life but Steve definitely felt like they did as he lost himself in as much first aid as the Upside Down allowed and getting himself, Dustin and Eddie out and to the hospital. He’d raise hell himself if anyone tried using bullshit accusations to prevent his soulmate getting necessary care.

~

“My boy’s been worried about you.” Wayne commented seeing Steve coming back to the room.

In the week since Eddie was admitted they’d gotten to know each other pretty well, chatting the times Eddie slept through their visits but Steve still felt unnerved by the comment. “I know. He’d been trying to get the nurses to bring a second bed in here so I can rest properly instead of in a chair.”

“I don’t mean since whatever happened. I mean since 83 when his face got covered in flowered to match your injuries and every year since then.” Wayne corrected, nodding to the other chair, “Although he is definitely worried about you currently too.”

He blinked at the mention, eyes tracing over Eddie automatically. “We haven’t spoken about it.”

“But you both know you’re sticking to each other anyway.” The observation was one Steve had been avoiding. It felt vulnerable to admit that when Eddie hadn’t said anything but Wayne didn’t look annoyed. He’d spoken as if that was a fact.

“I don’t want to leave him, but it’s Eddie’s choice what we are, do.” Steve muttered, spotting Eddie’s eyes flickering but after a moment of quiet he settled back to sleep again.

Wayne watched him for a moment, “Well how’re you gonna learn that if neither of you will start talking about it? I’ve been telling him to just say hi to you for years and now you’re talking you ain’t mentioning the soulmates connection for some reason. He said that was how you found him but you’re still not asking how he feels about it or saying what you think. Silence don’t get you far.”

Steve nodded, pursing his lips as he thought over the advice. “Okay, Eddie, stop pretending to sleep and join the conversation. You wanna date and be soulmates?”

“Yes?” Eddie’s brow furrowed, his head rolling to blink at Steve. “How’d you know I was listening?”

“I heard talking as I came up the hall. Wayne doesn’t talk to himself.” Steve stared between Uncle and Nephew unamused for a moment. “I know Dustin told you about the other times shit happened. If there’s one clue I’m going to notice first in the group it’s noises cause my hearing is the best.”

“Oh.” Eddie paused for a moment, taking in that information, “So soulmates?”

Steve smiled at him sweetly, “Yes, I’ll get a date arranged for when you’re released, okay?”

“Okay.”

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[nocoastposts]

Happy Sunday! Thank you to @wordsofhoneydew for the tag.

My Hanahaki inspired AU finally has a name! This fic is set in a world where soulmates leave flower shaped marks on each other’s bodies during moments of passion (biting, scratching, etc.).

Please enjoy six some sentences from you flower, you feast

Henry’s heart stutters momentarily but he doesn’t try to interrupt again. Alex smiles gently and starts trailing hot, firm kisses across Henry’s lower stomach. Each press of his lips aligns with the small carnations littering his pale skin. Alex punctuates each kiss with an affirmation.

“You are allowed.”

“You are gorgeous.”

(Henry thinks his heartbeat stops altogether, and he wonders how he’s still standing.)

“You are lovely.”

“You are worthy,” Alex whispers before nipping at an unblemished expanse of skin. He blows a stream of cool air onto the rapidly forming flower blossoms.

“You are everything.”

No-pressure tagging @anincompletelist @meraki-yao @songliili @littlemisskittentoes @sparklepocalypse @kiwiana-writes @affectionatelyrs @inexplicablymine @happiness-of-the-pursuit @bigassbowlingballhead @eusuntgratie @heybuddy-drabbles @getmehighonmagic @theprinceandagcd and an open tag for anyone who’d like to share their WIPs!

[swampythesweetsketch]

Where did those flowers come from?

[gay-flyboys]

Hair Twined With Flowers - Now Complete!

Chapters: 5/5

Rating: M

Length: 35.3k

Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Canon, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Press and Tabloids, Minor Injuries, Humor, Magical Tattoos, Banter, Non-Explicit Sex, References to Oscar Wilde, bisexual awakenings, Queen Mary Bashing (Red White & Royal Blue), Flirting, Drunken Confessions, Jude law - Freeform, Dorian Gray's Homoerotic Undertones, (yes that is important), Alex Claremont-Diaz Has Abandonment Issues, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor is So Whipped, Emails, Good Sibling June Claremont-Diaz, Gay Flower History Lesson, Kissing, Touchy-Feely, Everyone Needs A Hug

Summary:

Most people get used to the feeling of their soulmate flowers appearing—it’s never something that’s too intense. They show up with just a slight pain so you didn’t accidentally look down one day and find your shin had been entirely covered in a bright red bouquet of whatever flower the cosmos decided to permanently etch onto your skin.

Alex has long since made peace with his flower being a fucking type of mint. Technically. His skin is decorated in several places with long strands of lavender. They’ve all faded now, a ghost along his skin, barely visible if you weren’t looking, though they never fully go away.

or

The Soulmate Flower AU

[robertdowneyjjr]

cackling at the thought of steve doing everything he can to not only get into tony’s good graces, but also maria’s. all while howard is just amusedly watching in the background.

so part 4 of the soulmates au @stark-and-shield @polizwrites @soliloquent-stark

(parts: one, two, three)

the next morning, steve quietly eats a late breakfast in the kitchen nook of the stark mansion while howard sits across from him reading the news on his tablet. sometimes steve wishes he could be a normal person again instead of jacked up on this super serum, because with the amount he’d been drinking the night before he’d be hungover as hell and that would be the only thing he could focus on. as it is though, he’s as sober as it gets and all he feels is embarrassment for being so dramatic and whiny the entire night he was out with howard.

he tries to ignore it all and focuses on stuffing his face with the massive omelette that jarvis had made for him. then he regrets it immediately when maria swans into the kitchen looking all elegant and beautiful while steve’s cheeks are puffed up from all the food he’s shoved in his mouth.

“good morning darling,” she greets her husband with a kiss on the cheek.

the joy evident in howard’s expression at this simple gesture once again reminds steve of his bad luck with his soulmate and he wonders for the millionth time if he’ll ever see the other man again. he’s trying really hard not to be jealous, but it’s hard when he feels so damn lonely all the time.

“steve, did you sleep well?” maria asks as she pours herself a cup of coffee.

steve hurriedly swallows his mouthful of egg and wipes his mouth before answering. for some reason maria always makes him feel like a chastised schoolboy even though she has never been anything but friendly to him.

“good, thanks maria. how was your night?”

“oh just wonderful,” maria gushes. “tony and i had a lovely time at the opera. howard, dear, tony told me the most fabulous news. he’s met his soulmate!”

howard grins. “that’s great! i’m happy for him. he’d been waiting for a long time,” he says.

again, steve can’t help but feel bitter about his own life. he forces a smile and softly responds, “good for him,” and hopes it doesn’t sound as condescending as those words could sometimes be.

“yes, well, he can tell you more about it some other time,” maria tells howard. “tony and i are going for brunch with ana in a bit. he should be coming downstairs soon.”

a few minutes later, steve’s ears perk up at the sound of unfamiliar footsteps approaching the kitchen. he’s never met howard’s son before despite having come out of the ice for two years already now. he knows howard and tony had a strained relationship that has steadily on the mend, and steve is looking forward to finally getting to know him.

“morning, mama. morning, dad,” says a voice that steve swears he’s heard somewhere before.

a man with dark hair and darker eyes turns the corner into the kitchen and steve’s jaw drops.

“you!” he exclaims.

tony stares at steve for a few beats. “you,” he says flatly.

“i’ve been looking for you.”

“right. well now you’ve seen me. mama, shall we go?” with that, he turns around and leaves the kitchen just as quickly as he’d entered it. maria follows him, but not without a knowing smirk directed at steve.

“what was that all about?” howard asks.

“it’s. it’s him, howard. your son is my soulmate.”

“you mean tony is the one you so casually yelled at in the middle of a busy street in new york city? the one who now has what is undoubtedly an awful reminder of how you met? tony. my son. he’s the one you’ve been looking for all this time?”

“yes! it’s him!”

steve smiles broadly and hope blossoms in his chest. his luck might just be turning around. howard will help him. he just knows it.

but howard just laughs loudly, guffaws shaking his entire body as he shakes his head.

“well, good luck, pal. you’re gonna need it.”

———

howard does the opposite of helping steve.

steve shows up to the mansion more often now despite knowing tony doesn’t actually live there. his hope is that at some point he’ll run into his soulmate again. tony’s close with his mom. he has to visit somewhat often, right?

“maria says we’re going to have to file a restraining order if you keep showing up like this,” howard says one day. “tony agrees with her.”

“howard, please! i just want some time with tony! why won’t he even give me a chance?” steve cries. this amount of whining coming from a grown ass man like him is unbecoming, he knows. but he doesn’t really care anymore.

“don’t worry steve i won’t actually file a restraining order against you. but if you’re going to keep coming over then at least bring some beer or a pizza with you, will ya? it’s the polite thing to do.”

he sends flowers to tony’s office everyday, and with them a note telling him he’ll be at the coffee shop where they first met, waiting at the corner table. tony never shows up.

“does he really hate me that much? did i really ruin it all right from the start?” steve asks.

“you know what, the hating you part is probably my fault. sorry buddy,” howard tells him, clapping him on the back.

“howard, what did you do?? if it’s your fault then you have to help me!”

“hmm, no. maria says she’s having fun watching you grovel and as my soulmate and love of my life, she’s the one person i’m supporting in this entire situation.”

“what the hell, howard!”

“if and when she decides you’ve done enough to atone for your sins then i’ll be here for you.”

“you’re a terrible friend. i’m going back into the ice.”

[wow-an-unfunny-joke]

I don’t like hanahaki disease for the same reason I don’t like soulmates. It removes the choice. All the love and feelings feel instantly dampened by the lack of choice. I mean I get that with hanahaki disease there is technically a choice, but “love me back or I’ll die” isn’t really a choice, and the other options aren’t much better either

“Either you love me back or I loose the ability to love/ loose all my feelings for you/ forget about you entirely”

“Love me back or I’ll live with this chronic illness forever”

These aren’t good alternatives, if still feels forced and one sided

[planetwaynez]

FLOWERS AND GOLDEN STRINGS

CHAPTER ONE

Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

Soulmates AU!

Chapter Synopsis: Jason knos how things works, how people get togheter and how Fate is always working, he just wonders when it's going to be his turn to be loved. Y/N loves her job, she loves the tiny, comfy flowershop and her co-workers and costumes, but it's still Gotham and wierd things are bound to happen, anyways.

WARNINGS: mugging, self-deprecating thoughts, wierd interections, Jason punches a guy, it's pretty chill for a first chapter.

WORDS: 2,2k

TAGLIST: @27drunkdeer @solarrexplosion @mariam12344 @nyxisnotok

Soulmates. The golden string floating around them doesn’t lie and neither does the golden string tattoo that shows up almost right away around their pinkie fingers. 

Jason watches dumbfounded the scene in front of him. Of course, count it with Red Hood to help you find your forever and always while saving you from a mugging in a 7-Eleven. 

Jason scoffs as the couple hug each other, even the guy that was trying to take the money from the cashier stopped in his tracks watching the scene.

“Are you some type of cupid?” the guy with a ski mask asks. The reason why? This is not the first time that the Red Hood is the bridge between soulmates. It happened last month during a rescue in The Narrows after Ivy decided to transform Gotham into a jungle. It happened four months ago when he was stopping a guy from stealing an old lady. It happened one year ago at the Iceberg Lounge while he was taking care of a few Crime Lord Things. 

It seems to be a recurring thing with Jason. He seems to be destined to find others soulmates but not his, apparently. 

“No” he answers, bittersweet, and punches the guy in the face knocking him out cold. 

In the back he can hear the police coming and he knows it’s his cue to leave but Jason can’t help it but to look at the new couple once again, noticing that they already seem so in love with each other. Reluctantly, he leaves the 7-Eleven, with a new theory about himself in mind.

What if he is only meant to, truly, help others in this lifetime? What if he is not meant to have his own forever and always? Maybe this is all due to his death and resurrection, maybe way before that, maybe before he was born, Fate already knew he was not meant to be a whole soul in this lifetime, maybe this is who he is and he has to be ok with that.

The engine roar of his bike is not enough to make his thought spiral stop, it seems it only makes him think more about the things he doesn’t have. The wind is cold and its blowing at him, making him take a deep breath, even with the helmet on he is grateful for the cold in Gotham tonight, it calms him down. 

It's almost six in the morning, so he stops at one of his safe houses. This one is special, he thinks to himself as he gets inside, since it was the first safe house that he got after he started controlling the pit madness, this house, this is like a home. Its purely and entirely his. From the tiny kitchen with all the things he needs to the couch in front of the TV and the bookshelves in his bedroom. The bathroom with one mirror for him to shave, the black courtin dividing the showerhead from the rest. The round table in the kitchen and the two chairs, one for him and one from when Alfred or Roy comes visiting, the toys in the living room in a big pink box for Lian. 

This is a safe house and also his safe space, his little heaven on Earth and that’s why he only comes here after patrol when he needs comfort. He can’t risk people finding out about this place but this time he is just so tired. 

He needs a hot shower, and some tea, and then a deep sleep until the odd hours of the day. But he gets none of that because when he steps his foot inside the house, his phone starts ringing. It 's Roy. 

“Good Morning, Jay!” Roy’s voice is excited on the other side of the line and Jason knows he had a full night of sleep just by his friend's voice. 

“Morning” he answers, voice tired and he can definitely feel a headache forming behind his eyes at this point. But he needs to know what Roy could possibly want at the time of the day.

“Jeez, what happened?” the redhead asks and Jason wants to laugh when he thinks about the 7-Eleven encounter. 

“I just put two soulmates together, by accident, again” Jason answers, taking his combat boots out and lying on the couch, letting his muscles relax a little bit from the tension he's been feeling lately. 

“I can’t believe this” and Roy laughs, because yes, it is a laugh type of situation. Neither Jason can believe his luck at this point. “You have some type of superpower, Jay”

Jason sighs, he thinks its more of a curse but he says nothing about that, changing the subject of the conversation.

“What do you want? Must be a reason for you to call, right?” he says instead, trying to forget the patrol and Roy understands. Deep down, both of them know that Jason is a hopeless romantic and just wants to find his soulmate, but he seems to be running out of luck for himself. 

“Just wanted to remind you that Lian’s birthday is this sunday” the line goes silent, they both know that Jason forgot and it's already saturday morning and he didn’t finish preparing Lian’s birthday present. “You coming, right?”

Jason can’t not come. It’s Lian, after all, his little sunshine.

“Yes, of course I am,” he answers, knowing that he will have to go earlier to patrol tonight to come home earlier and have some sleep before he takes his bike to New York City to attend Lian’s Tea Birthday Party in the afternoon. 

“Good, she will be so happy to see you” Jason can tell Roy is smiling, because he is also smiling thinking about a little front toothless Lian smiling at him on sunday. 

“Yeah, I will be happy to see her too” taking a deep breath, Jason takes his body armor off and relaxes a little bit more on the couch “I gotta go now”

Telling each other goodbyes, Jason gets up from his couch and goes to his bathroom after talking to Roy to take a hot shower, thinking about the only missing piece of Lian’s birthday present. A bouquet of flowers.

He wants to make his goddaughter feel special, so he bought the doll that she's been talking about for months now and decided to give her flowers, since she loves them so much. He also wants to give her a good example of what a guy or a girl should do to make her feel special, that’s his and Roy's goal, to give Lian all the safety they didn't have when younger.  

Jason thinks about that little flower shop near this safe house, this little flower shop he always goes to, just to see if everything is alright when they close late at night, since they are situated near The Narrows, and he knows the owner from when he was a street kid, he takes care of that place. Mrs.Sullivan was always kind to him and he is just repayin that, in his own way. He could go there to buy the flowers, but he will be in full Red Hood gear, since he has his time counted from now on.

Clicking his tongue, Jason finishes his shower and puts in some sweats to sleep. He gives up on the tea and goes directly to bed, thinking about how he will make a bunch of civilians feel not threatened at all when he enters the flower shop later that day. 

It’s almost seven pm and Y/N is tired. The flower shop was busy with clients and with the arrival of the flower supply, but she can’t be sad about it, the more that she sells the more Mrs.Sullivan will pay her commissions, and she can’t deny it, she loves love. She gets happy to see others happy and with the approaching of the Soulmates Holiday on July 12th she’s been working more than normal and seeing happy people all around, even being close to The Narrows.

She smiles as a girl leaves the store with a huge bouquet for her girlfriend and Y/N feels warmth in her chest, sighing she can’t help it but think about when its going to be her turn to feel the same happiness as the one that is already mated to the other half. 

She looks down, annotating another successful sale when the front door opens and makes that little sound thanks to the noisy hinges of it. 

“Welcome to the Sunshine Flower Shop, how can I help you?” She says it all in one breath and looks up, with a welcoming smile on her lips when she feels her gut get cold. In front of her is standing one of the most dangerous men in Gotham. The Red Hood. 

He is standing there and his presence alone makes the store seem smaller, adding his physic, Y/N feels almost claustrophobic. 

“Do you have lilies?” he asks, his voice a robotic tone because of the helmet he is wearing. She gulps and nods, still smiling softly at him, all thought a little worried.

“Which color?” she questions it and he just stares at her, well at least that's what she thinks he is doing, since she can’t see his eyes with the helmet on. The silence is thick and she can feel the air leaving her lungs bit by bit.

“Which color says I love you best?” When he speaks, Y/N takes a deep breath and feels like her head is once again functioning right. The big bad Red Hood just wants some flowers for his soulmate, no biggie. 

“Honestly, none of them” silence again. Y/N thinks that she might have just made this guy angry and Jason feels like an idiot for not knowing the meaning of lilies. “But the red tulips mean true and eternal love for someone. And it's also a beautiful flower”

Jason looks at her and tilts his head to the side, he can’t help it but thinks that he probably looks more intimidating this way but she looks extremely comfortable in his presence since he started talking to her about the flowers. He can’t help it but also thinks that she would look beautiful standing in a field of red tulips. He blinks, slightly shocked with his thoughts.

“That will work. Please a big bouquet of those” he watches as she arches an eyebrow and a smirk shows up in her lips, there is also this amused glint in her eyes.

“How big?” she questions it, getting a little notebook and a pink pen in her hands, looking down to annotate something. 

“Big enough that I can’t close my arms around it” he says, thinking about how cute Lian is going to look with a giant bouquet of tulips in her tiny arms. 

“Ok” she says, a smirk adorning her pretty face and turns around, going to the back to make the bouquet. 

Jason looks around, appreciating the little flower shop, always so cozy and almost domestic. He smiles and thinks that this place is just like Mrs.Sullivan and the girl that he was talking to.

A pretty girl. The prettiest he has seen in years. 

He feels something grow in his chest and Jason’s hands are sweating as if he is fifteen again. That 's weird. He does get nervous around pretty girls but not like this, not since he got bigger and stronger.

A few minutes later she comes back with an obscene amount of flowers all wrapped up in a pretty bouquet. 

“Here it is” when she puts it down on the counter his brain stopped working in its full capacity. The only thing in his mind is how beautiful she is, how sweet and how her smile could heal all his old internal wounds only if she smiled at him every morning for the rest of his life.

He pays, thanks her and leaves with the flowers but he can’t shake this weird feeling out of his chest everytime he thinks about that flower shop again.

“She loved you know that, right?” Roy asks Jason as they watch Lian hug her new doll and smell the bouquet of flowers. All the little girls and boys around her are mesmerized with the size of the bouquet and the moms are looking at Jason as if he is some sort of Knight in shining armor. Roy has that smile on his lips that always means that when they finally get to be just the two of them, the redhead will make sarcastic comments about the situation to Jason.

“I know” he answers, looking fondly to his goddaughter, that is talking her friend's ears off about the doll and the flowers that he just gave it to her. “I planned a lot this gift and I am so happy that she loved it”

Roy knows Jason like he knows himself and he is sure that his best friend is hiding something from him and it involves those flowers that his daughter loved so much. He looks at Jason and makes some mental notes about the brunette, anything that could indicate this weird behavior but the only thing Roy notices is the fact that Jason can’t look longer than five seconds to the bouquet.

“When this party is over I want to know what happened at the flower shop” Roy says slowly and with a big smile, to not attract people's attention to them.

“I will tell you don’t worry” Jason answers in the same way, thinking that even if he tries he can’t hide things from Roy, ever.

And that, sometimes, like right now, sucks.