#platonic soulmates au

[lunar-wandering]

LMK Platonic Soulmates AU

The Platonic Soulmates AU is set in a Universe where soulmates/soulmarkings literally just mean that a person will have a positive impact in your life/that you're meant to spend the rest of your lives together, whether that be platonically or romantically.

Marks appear in the location of the first point of Significant Emotional Contact, AKA, instead of introductory handshake, it'd instead be the shoulder bump when one decides to trust the other. Soulmarks can move based on the marked's will/how the marked person views the bond.

When a soulmate dies, or two soulmates are on bad terms/refuse the bond, the mark will turn grey, and occasionally will fade if one lets go of the idea of the other.

The entire main cast are each other's soulmates- everyone has soulmarkings for each other.

Seasons 1-3 include events as follows:

MK forms soulmates incredibly easy, mainly because he trusts easily. Most of them are on his arms, which he displays proudly by wearing sleeveless shirts. ...Some of them are on his face though.

(As soulmarks are things to be proud of, most people wear sleeveless shirts, as the arms are the most common spot for soulmarks. It makes any people wearing long sleeves, like Wukong, seem out of place.)

MK forms a soulmark for Wukong on his shoulder when Wukong tells him to believe in himself.

MK gets super excited when he sees the glow, immediately checking the mark out, and completely misses Wukong's look of absolute horror.

(Wukong believes, that anyone he becomes soulmates with is destined to meet a terrible fate. Everyone he's ever known has either died or become his enemy, after all. He usually avoids touching people because of this, but he didn't expect for MK to trust him that fast.)

He makes MK promise to hide the mark, albeit MK is incredible confused about it, but eventually agrees. (He becomes more confused later on when Tang claims that the Monkey King physically can't form soulmarks, as he knows that is entirely untrue).

Since Wukong is so against it, the mark is, while not greyed out, dull in colour. It sometimes brightens more, but doesn't really stay bright until sometime in s3.

Wukong's mark for MK is on his arm... specifically the one that gets the sleeve torn off at the end of s2. This is how the others find out Wukong has soulmarks in the first place.

Wukong has greyed out marks for the members of the JTTW crew, they haven't faded because he still hasn't let them go.

The others see said marks whilst helping to patch him up prior to s3ep1- Wukong was passed out at the time.

Mei: you have a soulbond with MONKEY KING?? MK: is it really that shocking? Tang: I think it's more shocking that you didn't tell us. MK: well, he asked for me to not tell anyone. Mei: why? does he hate the idea of having a bond with you that much? MK: I think... it's more the concept of soulbonds in general, that he hates. (Silence from everyone, as Sandy finishes removing Wukong's damaged shirt at the same time Wukong's glamours all flicker down, revealing his greyed out marks) MK: ...I don't think his friends stay around very long.

Since MK's friends are, technically, the JTTW crew... Wukong is shocked during s3 when, at the exact time he decides he might be able to trust these people, his greyed out marks suddenly change slightly whilst gaining colour, and the others, despite never having shared a touch with Wukong, suddenly gain marks for him. There's a huge uproar about it, one Wukong does, in fact, try to run away from.

Moving back to s1, MK does have a mark for Macaque, on his back, it never really fully coloured in, and turned fully grey at the end of ep9. It flickers sometimes, and still isn't truly coloured in all the way by the end of s3, as the trust is only tentative.

Macaque's mark for Wukong is... on his eyebrow. When they were younger, Macaque walked into a tree branch, and Wukong gently ran his thumb there while checking him for a concussion. Up until s3ep8, Macaque's scar cuts directly through the greyed out mark.

Wukong's mark for Macaque used to be on his hand, but it moved to his back after... the fight.

MK and Mei develop marks with Red Son SHOCKINGLY early on, during the race when they all were in the same car for a moment. Red Son wanted NOTHING to do with this, so their marks stayed partially coloured up until the New Years special. (Red Son's marks for the two of them are on his chest, near his heart... since he wanted to keep those feelings hidden).

Back to s3- when Lady Bone Demon throws her power into someone/controls them, they lose all their soulmarks and have to redo them (The other person they're bonded with doesn't lose their mark, but it does become greyed out). It doesn't truly matter if the touch is meaningful or not, it becomes the very first touch.

All this to say that after Macaque is freed from LBD's control... Well... His mark for Wukong is now on his neck. At least he can hide it with a scarf instead of a glamour, now.

Notably, during the "The Monkey King I know will never stop fighting you" scene, the focus is not on MK's jacket (cause it doesn't exist shdlfksjldfksd) but is instead on the greyed out soulmark on his shoulder.

Post possession, Wukong has... a bit of a crisis over all his marks being gone. He's a little hesitant to initiate contact with anybody to get them back.

That being said Wukong does press his forehead against Macaque during their little argument at the end there so Wukong's mark for Macaque is now on his forehead. He glamours it away but MK and Macaque both saw and know it's there.

I imagine that over the course of a few weeks he ends up developing soulmarks with the others again, slowly. None of them are going to rush him, after all.

[newbieineverything]

Platonic Soulmates AU pt2

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"Marco finally!” Thatch whined, such a drama queen, "What took you so long?"

"Ace took another mission this morning yoi," Marco sighed, "had to make sure he took his meds with him this time."

Thatch became serious at this, the kid is really worrying his older brothers.

"This is the third one this month."

"Yeah."

"And you weren't able to get anything out of him?"

"No, you?”

"Nothing," he sighed "He rarely comes to the kitchen anymore, doesn't raid the pantry or join me & Haruta for our latest pranks."

"I can't believe I'm not grateful for that yoi, but the kid is rarely at game nights except when Deuce drags him there and when I see him he is either alone or with Kotatsu." Marco rubbed his face, exhausted just by thinking about it "and he is avoiding me now, he knows he should have gotten his new med supply from me and he's avoiding me, god at this point I just hope he takes them even if he won't talk."

"Dammit!” Thatch yelled covering his face "What happened!? What did we do!? Why did he just start hiding our Jolly Roger? How did we hurt him? It has been going on for more than a month and it's getting worse!”

"Thatch calm down yoi," He's tired, they're both tired but-"I know you're worried, we both are but shouting won't solve this, you know Deuce said it's not us and that it's a bad time for Ace."

"I know!" Thatch took a deep breath "...I know Marco, but what can we do now? We didn't pry and waited like he said but Ace isn't getting better!"

"Yeah I know yoi, honestly I don't think even he thought it would continue for this long that's why I talked to him, he said that he'll try one more time when Ace returns, if it doesn't work he'll involve us."

"...."

"What?"

"You couldn't have led with that?"

[pechoraflow]

“I’ll Still Love You Anyway” - my Batfamily platonic soulmates AU - has been translated into Chinese!!! 

Thank you so much to yaoluoluo for this amazing translation I loved every bit of it ❤️❤️❤️ I didn’t know I needed to hear the Batkids call Bruce 爸爸，老头子，and 父亲 but I did and I freaked out about it for literally hours. There were tears.

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[kennahjune]

Thinking of Steddie Soulmates where you feel every pain your soulmate feels.

Thinking of little Steve feeling every backhand and punch from Eddie’s dad.

Thinking of little Eddie feeling Steve break his arm and the pain being so much worse because his parents refuse to take him to the hospital until the school gets involved.

Thinking of Eddie finally moving in with Wayne and sure, the paternal beating are done, but now he’s just a small town Freak that’s constantly targeted.

Thinking of Eddie and Steve in their Sophomore/Freshman years respectively, not knowing who the other is outside of rumors and (unknowingly) their shared pain.

Thinking of Eddie finally escaping pain, the bullying turning to mainly verbal shit.

Only to be thrust right back into pain because his soulmates a walking hazard.

Thinking of Eddie having no idea what’s going on when he suddenly feels like one giant bruise after Steve’s beat up by Jonathan. Eddie watching Steve fall from grace in his Junior year and not connecting the dots.

Billy coming along and smashing a fucking plate over Steve’s head while Eddie’s peacefully sleeping. Eddie jolting awake with a shout because /holy fucking shit ow—/

Neither of them connecting the dots.

Then Steve graduates, and Eddie’s held back. And the pain subsides for a bit.

And then fuck all happens in Starcourt and Eddie literally feels like he’s dying and Jesus H. Christ is his soulmate /ok/??? Like they are getting seriously fucked up.

And then that recedes and it ok for a while— Eddie will still get killer pains that seem to circulate in his chest and head, but that’s to be expected with whatever tf his poor soulmate is going through year after year.

And then the fuckery of March 1986 happens and Chrissy Cunningham is dead in his trailer— his home— and he’s wanted for fucking murder and hiding in Rick’s dingy ass boat house—

And then he’s shoving none other than Steve Harrington up against a wall with a broken bottle helps to his throat. Eddie’s so piped on adrenaline he barely feels the sting in his back, but he does feel the zing of pressure on his throat and ok /ow—/

And he’s staring at Steve Harrington, who looks kinda terrified and so pretty and Eddie’s holding a bottle to his throat and is that Dustin?—

And—

And holy shit.

Eddie’s eyes widen at the same time as Steve’s and the realization hits them both at once.

[batsbratsandbarbedwire]

Steddie soulmate au where your soulmate's favorite song constantly plays in your head.

How long til Steve's like "why is there always screaming?"

Eddie stomping on tables doing his little non-conformist dance with, like, Springsteen's I'm on Fire on loop in his brain.

Steve's concussions, the headaches, the chaos. He's alone in the dark, trying to sound out what the screams are saying to distract himself from the pain.

Eddie's got The Beachboys and ABBA and Springsteen cassettes hidden under his mattress because once you're a little boy who wasn't loved, even reformed under the unconditional love of Wayne Munson, you don't take love for granted at all, and he'll be damned if he's not gunna know everything about anything his soulmate loved.

Steve keeping little pencil mark tallies on the corner of his desk at home for how many times a week the song in his head changes.

An Iron Maiden song Eddie loved for a day catches for some reason, and he hears it back in his own head for the next two weeks and he's fucking giddy with it.

Steve fixated, gets really good at deciphering the screams, knows the full lyrics of every song by the end of the first night he hears them. Keeps him company at home.

Once, Eddie's picking Dustin up from Steve's. Steve waits out on the driveway with Dustin, talking shit and fucking off, Eddie pulls up. When Dustin climbs in, he shuts the door, windows are down, Steve pokes his head in to acknowledge Eddie, hears the song. It's been on loop in his head for three days. He knows every word. They don't always catch for that long. He looks up at Eddie. Blinks.

Eddie's caught for a second, by the look on Steve's face. Dustin's shuffling through his bag, looking for a miniature he wants to show Eddie, but Steve's lips quirk up a little. And then he says, "doubt sunk itself in you, it's teeth and talons through, you're living catch two two, deluding."

Steve watches Eddie's eyes flick to his radio, then back to Steve.

"This ones lasted a few days?" Steve says quietly.

Eddie's eyes drop to Dustin, then back up to Steve. He grins. "Modern witchhunt, mass hysteria. Fits, huh?"

"Yeah," Steve smiles. "Little bit."

Dustin pulls out his figure, starts rambling to Eddie, pauses, nods and says "later, Steve," before he's on about his figure again, talking a mile a minute.

Eddie laughs. He leans over the console. Grins innocently at Steve. He taps his temple. "We'll talk about why this caught you later, big boy."

Steve's warm as he watches the van full off. The song in his head doesn't change for another two weeks.

[hairmetal666]

TW for internalized homophobia and related bad decisions

Steve is 12 and he thinks about finding his soulmate all the time.

You're supposed to find them through touch; your life together will flash in front of your eyes. They're rare, though, soulmates. So rare that most people never find theirs. So rare that some people say they're made up.

Steve wants to be one of the lucky few. He wants it to be a true, unbreakable bond, a love he gets to have forever.

He wonders if he'll find his soulmate at school. He's popular, he thinks. Tommy would say they were popular. But Tommy's definition of popular mostly has to do with the number of kids he can get away with being mean to, and that's not really Steve's deal. Tommy is like a prey animal, the way he can find weaknesses.

There's a new boy at school. Steve doesn't know his name, but they have English together. He's too thin, with huge brown eyes, and all his clothes are too big. His head's been inexpertly shaved and he never looks anybody in the eye. It's only a matter of time before he catches Tommy's interest, and Steve wishes he could stop it somehow, but he's never been good at going against Tommy.

The day comes, of course. They're standing in the hall, the new boy walking towards them, head down, as always. Tommy nudges Steve says, "What a loser."

And Steve shrugs, starts to ask Tommy about football, if the Colts can make the Super Bowl, but the boy is nearing and Tommy is cackling.

"Watch this." Tommy sticks his foot out.

The boy doesn't react fast enough. He falls forward with a bitten off yelp, and Steve moves without really thinking, only knows he can't stand to see him fall. He catches the new kid beneath his armpits, Steve's thumbs brushing the soft skin his arms.

The world around him falls away at the touch.

---

He's sitting on the floor in the band room, Eddie--the boy's name is Eddie--next to him. Eddie's hair is a little longer and Steve's in a green polo he doesn't recognize, and he's never been in the band room in his life. They're leaning into each other and laughing and Eddie's so beautiful.

---

They're in the woods--Skull Rock, Steve thinks. Eddie's hair is curled and frizzed around his chin, and he's laughing, his cheeks pink, his dimples prominent. He tries to pull his hair in front of his face, but it's not long enough yet to reach. Steve is overwhelmed, wants to kiss him so bad. He's never had to wait to kiss someone, or been unsure, or--

He wants to kiss Eddie.

So, he does.

It's hard, desperate, not the first kiss Steve expected, but then they've been waiting for so long.

---

Steve stands in the hallway of Hawkins High. He's wearing a striped, beige short-sleeved polo, and flirting with Nancy Wheeler.

He likes Nancy, she's pretty and smart and fun. And it's easy. He can hold her hand. Can introduce her to his parents. Can take her on dates and kiss her in public.

She bats her big blue eyes at him, and he can't help but kiss her.

He pulls away gently, brushing his thumb against her cheek, and when he looks down the hall, Eddie is there, frozen. His mouth is wide, his eyes glassy.

Steve thinks the way his heart stutters must be what dying feels like.

---

He's sitting on his diving board, facing away from the pool. He smokes a cigarette and there's a bat studded with nails at his feet, what the fuck. Music thuds, shrieks and laughter seep into the cool night air.

He should be playing the gracious host. He should be having a good time. Instead, his eyes search the woods and he taps another smoke out of the pack.

"Harrington?" The voice makes him jump, hand flexing around the bat handle. "It's freezing out. What are you doing?"

He recognizes the voice now, doesn't turn, doesn't respond, can't stand to see another person he let down; another person who could call him bullshit and be 100% correct.

"Do you not have a jacket? C'mon, man."

Something warm settles over his shoulders, and he inadvertently breathes in weed and leather and cedar. He squeezes his eyes shut, like that will make the comforting, familiar scent go away. He'll have to move to shrug off the jacket, though, which would mean acknowledging Eddie's presence.

"Can you at least say something, Harrington? You're freaking me out."

"I'm fine, Ed--Eddie." The nickname falls from his lips too easily. He doesn't miss how Eddie flinches.

His hair is long now, down to his shoulders, brittle looking in the cold. He's wearing a t-shirt and worn flannel, arms wrapped around his chest for warmth now that his jacket is draped over Steve's shoulders.

Steve is an idiot. He's such an idiot. Chasing after Nancy when Eddie is--

"I'm sorry," he says. He turns to face his soulmate, then. "I'm sorry about Nancy, I--"

Eddie jerks back like he's been hit. "Fuck you, Harrington," he snarls.

---

He sits in the back of an ambulance, eyes swollen shut, face throbbing. He's wearing a sailor suit for inexplicable reasons, which is almost more upsetting than the ambulance. He smells like puke and something toxically sweet.

A girl is with him, one he doesn't recognize, but he feels deeply, instinctively protective of her. He holds her shaking shoulders tight, tries to whisper comfort to her through his busted and bleeding mouth.

He's pretty sure he has a concussion.

"Steve!" Someone screams over the sounds of the EMTs and firefighters, of the building burning and collapsing behind them.

Eddie bursts through the gathered onlookers and past the ring of police cars enclosing them. He's falling into the ambulance before Steve has a chance to react.

"Sweetheart," Eddie sobs. He tries to cup Steve's face, but his fingers flutter around the damage. "Sweetheart, oh my god. I came as soon as I heard. Are you--what can I--"

Steve stares at him--his hair falling from its messy bun, his cutoff Metallica tee, concern and love leaking from those brown, brown eyes--and bursts into tears.

---

They sit on the roof of his house, sharing a joint back and forth. It's chilly, bordering on cold, winter just on the horizon. They're laughing, leaning into each other, and Steve is--he's happy. Elated. Could float away with it.

Robin--Robin-- is in the bathroom, or maybe in the kitchen for snacks, and it's just them for now. They're looking at each other, smiles wide, eyes bright.

They're taking it slow. Steve knows it's important, after what he did. They talked about it, his abandoning of Eddie for Nancy, chasing what his dad told him was normal and expected.

He doesn't want to cross any boundaries, wants to do this right. How Eddie deserves. But they're leaning into each other and they're smiling, and he's so in love. Intoxicated with it, lost.

In the end, he doesn't know who makes the first move, just that they're kissing and it's like coming home.

---

He's in a building, a shed or something. It's musty and dirty, smells like oil and gasoline and a building left closed up too long. Eddie's in his arms and he's talking through hiccuping sobs.

"I didn't save her, Steve. I didn't help. I just left her there! She was broken in pieces and I--I--"

Steve holds him close, tight, squeezes his eyes closed to stop his own tears from falling. He never wanted this for Eddie, never wanted him involved. Thought he could protect him from all of Hawkins's terrible things.

They aren't alone. Robin is there, coming up to hold Eddie too, plus a redheaded girl and curly haired boy he doesn't recognize.

"We'll figure this out, Eddie." The boy promises.

"We won't let anyone hurt you. We know you didn't murder Chrissy," the girl says.

---

Steve is in a world he doesn't understand, and Eddie is his arms. Eddie is in his arms, and there's blood everywhere. He's not awake, he's not--his heart beat is soft and slow, too slow, and his breathing stutters, and Steve can't--

"Baby, stay with me." He begs as he runs across the dead and rotting landscape. "Eddie, please. Wake up, okay? Wake up for me. I need to--I need to know that you're alright."

Eddie stays limp in his arms.

"Please," he begs. "You can't leave me. We promised, remember? We promised we'd be together forever. The rest of our lives. Me and You. Our six little nuggets. You promised."

The portal back to Hawkins is less than a dozen feet away, he's so close. Eddie gasps to consciousness, but his eyes are still hazy.

"Hi, sweetheart," he mumbles.

"Hey, hi, you're doing so good. We're almost out, okay? We're almost out and we'll get you to the hospital."

Eddie reaches out a weak hand, touches the edge of Steve's jaw. "Love you, Stevie," he whispers. "Glad you were mine."

He goes still in Steve's hold.

---

The images come faster now--

A hospital room at Hawkins General, Eddie hooked to machines. Steve holds hands with an older man. They wait in terrified silence

Eddie propped in a bed, a bunch of kids around him, Steve and Robin at his side. His eyes keep sliding to Steve, like he's making sure Steve's real, that he's still there

Their bodies tangled together in a bedroom Steve doesn't recognize

Steve down on one knee in a marble room lit only by black and red candles, Eddie standing in front of him

Hand-in-hand on a cliffside overlooking the ocean. The Chief of Police, Jim Hopper, stands in front of them with tears in his eyes and a beaming smile on his face

In a big, green yard behind a cozy little house. A little boy with Eddie's eyes and curls riding on his shoulders. Eddie sprinting around with a tiny girl giggling after him, perfect imitation of the King Steve hair-do on her tiny head

In a park, surrounded by family and friends. Steve has a little bit of a paunch and wears glasses. Eddie's hair streams around his shoulders, going grey at the temples. There's a banner strung between trees proclaiming 'Happy 20th Steve and Eddie!' They're surrounded by everyone they love and it's perfect

---

The images flash too fast for Steve to catalog after that, seconds-long glimpses of a shared future, and then he's back in his body in the hallway of Hawkins Middle, still holding too tight onto Eddie's arms.

Eddie rears back, face pale and terrified, and Steve is too shocked to do anything but let him go.

Tommy's yelling, but Steve only has eyes for his soulmate, who scrambles to his feet and throws himself down the hall away from them.

"What the hell, Harrington? Why'd you catch him? That was about to be funny as hell! I bet he'd have broken his nose--you ruined it!"

Steve isn't listening. He's trying to hold on to the memories of their life together, the ones that are already fading.

The last thing he remembers is that, sometime in the not-too-distant future, he'll find his way to the band room, Eddie Munson, and the rest of their lives.

[trohpi]

moonwater soulmate au where soulmates feel each others pain so remus feels regulus being abused at home and regulus feels the transformations every full moon

also remus recognizing the kinds of injuries sirius has (and tries to hide) as being the result of abuse due to his soulmates injuries, which is why hes the first marauder to realize what sirius’ home life is like

also also pre-hogwarts sirius memorizing the moon cycle for regulus so he could know the exact days hed be hurting the worst, which is why hes the first marauder to realize that 1) remus is a werewolf and 2) remus is his little brothers soulmate

[little-bumblebeeee]

*Eddie receiving nudes from Steve*

Eddie: these are high quality tf?? Ain't no way your phone took these pictures did you get a photoshoot done??

Steve: Robin helped

Eddie: fuck you mean "Robin helped"??????

[g1ngerbeer]

stuff from an au where the doctor is a ghost with no memories and only donna can see them

[lunar-wandering]

what do the soul marks look like in the platonic soulmates au? also who in the main cast specifically has what marks where?

the soul marks usually look like things that like,, represent a person, y'know?? like, Wukong is represented by a sun and stuff like that.

outside of one's i've already said, I haven't really thought too much about where each mark is, just that everyone has marks for each other. MK definitely has at least one on his face, probably on his cheek, although which person it is for is debatable. Most of the others have theirs on their arms.

[newbieineverything]

Platonic Soulmates AU pt3

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Two months after the New Year, the Moby Deck was moored on one of the captain’s favourite spots for relaxing in an effort to keep Ace with them for more than two days.

Who could have known that the whitebeards were so soft?

Deuce thought gratefully while trying to find Ace, he knows that this time he wouldn’t be in the crowd.

He’s truly grateful that Oyaji saw how special Ace is and that the crew was able to convince him to join. 

The previous months were the happiest he has seen Ace look. And it helps that with Whitebeard it’s the safest Ace could be.

And with Ace’s eighteenth birthday, he thought it will only be better for his friend, however, he immediately isolated himself and started going on missions far from the Moby with no rhyme or reason.

He thought maybe he didn’t get Luffy as a soulmate or maybe life decided that Ace didn’t suffer enough and gave him no soulmate. 

He wanted to give him some time to process it, If Ace went to this degree to get privacy to process it so be it, but he wasn’t getting better and he couldn’t corner him for a while but now is finally his chance to get through to him.

Finally, he found him on nearly the other side of the island in a secluded place.

“It has been hard to get a hold of you lately captain we’ve been worried.”

"...Sorry for worrying you."

“Alright, talk to me.” He started, sitting down next to him. “You know the deal, I listen, you talk and if it can be solved I'll help.”

“My Brother hates me” Ace stated as if it was a fact and not the most absurd thing he could say.

“What? Ace- No” Deuce chuckled uneasily, the fuck happened!? “Luffy could never hate you!”

“It’s not Luffy” 

What? Does he mean from the crew, what happene- 

“It’s Sabo.”

“...Ace- Sabo is-” He faltered, “You said he’s dead.”

“Yeah, I said-” He chuckled sorrowfully, a sound that should never ever be from Ace. 

“I thought so,”  His hand shook slightly as he pushed his sleeve up to show his tattoo. “But his mark turned blue.”

“His S turned blue, and I can’t think of anything else that’d make him fake his death and not tell me- tell us for Eight years that he was alive except that he hates me.” 

His hands were shaking when Deuce took it in his, worrying that he would hurt himself from how hard he was gripping his tatto.

“Ace, don’t you think you’re jumping to conclusions? There could be another reason it doesn’t have to be hating you!”

“What other reason could be?” He whispered. “It has been Eight years Deuce, It can’t be protecting us because no one on Dawn knows he's alive! He has been declared dead by his family and other than them no one would hide it from us!”

“...Maybe he needed to make everyone else think he’s dead? And- and when it’d be safe he’d tell you?” It was a weak idea and he knows it but Deuce can’t believe that someone who grew up with Ace could do that to him!

“They already declared him dead.” Ace’s voice was monotone as if trying to distance himself from what he was saying, “His family, the town, the kingdom everyone knew he was the one on the boat and his family tried to bury it. So there’s no one to protect us from.”

Deuce wants to cut in, but he knows the best he can do now is to give him a listening ear and support first and help second.

“It was my fault from the start.” Tears started falling and Ace didn’t bother wiping away.

“I thought I knew better, I thought if he was with his family he would be safe, he would be cared for, they could give him what I can’t, that sooner or later he would hate what became of his life and wish for his old one.”

“I let that trash influence me, I let my doubt and insecurities turn me against my brother, I decided not to go and save him, I was the reason he was alone.”

“So Why wouldn’t he hate me?”

“Ace-”

“And I know!” He heaved, “I know I deserve his hate!”

“But why!?, Why couldn’t he tell Luffy?!”

“Why couldn’t he just tell us he was alive and then leave? It was my fault! Not Luffy’s, Not Dadan’s or Makino or Gramp!”

“I could have lived with his hate I just wanted him to live.”

“Thinking that he was dead, living without him, I have felt less, like there’s this part of me- of my soul that died with him”

“And I-” He gulped, looking as if he was pained to admit what he’ll say next, “and I want know did he never, once in those years feel like that? That no matter what he does, that gap in his life could never be filled.”

“Did he ever turn around expecting me to be there? Did he ever feel that his back is unprotected because I wasn’t there?”

“Do I even have the right to wish that my absence from his life affected him as much as it did me?”

“I get why he wouldn’t tell me” He whispered, lowering his hat to cover his face, “but why, why would he not tell Luffy?”

Deuce squeezed Ace’s hand wanting- no, needing him to focus on what he’ll say and not on whatever is going on in his brain.

“Ace you didn’t deserve this,” He started slowly. “You were a kid who life loved to screw with, who did the best he can for those who loved, and if somehow your brother really blames you for anything then know he’s wrong” 

Ace’s eyes widened and he opened his mouth no doubt to object and defend his brother.

“No hear me out, whatever happened you were ten, you had no control over any of it, you’re a good person, a great captain, who’s loyal to his family and a great brother and I doubt anyone who knew you for more than a week could hate you, there must be another reason, alright?”

A skeptical hum is all he got and he knows it’s the most he can get now.

Right now the best they could do is finding Sabo. The easiest way would be waiting for his birthday, surely seeing the mark will make him come to Ace or at least make himself easy to find. 

“Alright, you know when his eighteenth birthday is? If it’s soon we shoul-”

“NO!” Ace yelled, grabbing his shoulders “No, I have to find him before he gets his marks!” 

“What! why?”

“Because I need the truth from him before he discovers that he’s stuck with me and decides to sacrifice his freedom for me!”

“Ace-”

“Deuce, he knows me, I know him, even if he hates me Sabo is the kindest person to live, if he discovers that he’s soulbonded to me, he’d force himself to forgive me or reconnect or something!”

“This is why I have to find him before the next month, I need the truth and not whatever crap he would pull because he’s being kind!”

This is why he took missions non-stop? To find Sabo? Not because he was guilty?

Who’s he kidding it’s Ace it’s definitely both.

“Alright alright we will do it your way, we will find him before your birthday, BUT we need help you spent two months already randomly searching now we need an expert.”

“...Who is it Haruta?”

“No, Your Grandfather, hear me out, He’s a high-ranking marine He must have more connections to the civilian side than us, If your brother was a pirate we would have seen his bounty so he must be a civilian and I doubt that Whitebeard’s network would be focused on the civilian side let alone outside of the Grand Line, your Grandfather is our best shot at this”

“...You’re right.” Thankfully he looked convinced hopefully Garp would be able to help. 

“and his connection with the revs could be useful too.”

Having found something to focus on other than his self-deprecating thoughts Ace looks better already, hopefully, Deuce’s faith in his brother is rewarded or he will make sure that Sabo won’t have a peaceful life ever again.

Seas what would his captain do without me? Can't believe he forgot such an important-

“DID YOU SAY THE REVS!?” 

[lukas-dusk]

Celebrity AU

Interviewer : So, in the show the character of Robin and your character a really close, what about in real life?

Steve : Oh it's really like in the show, ask anyone, we’re close.

🎤

Eddie : Robin and my husband sometimes have sleepovers. In my bed. With me in it.

[theshippirate22]

eddie’s favorite story to tell about steve? the time he heard the first two notes of apple bottom jeans at a club and whipped around so fast to try and find robin that he pulled a muscle in his neck

[teehhhhhhhhhhh]

billy batson but after he became captain marvel he only ages on his birthday... which is every 4 years because hes a leap year kid.

could imagine a platonic soulmate au where the soulmark is how many birthdays your soulmate has but its lowkey wonky donkey and inconsistent that some people who have leap day birthdays count all the years of life or just the birthdays they have.

i could also imagine a found family soulmate au with the justice league, and they got a 11 on their wrists. they think their soulmate is a kid until they meet cap and find out that he has a leap year b day so ACTUALLY hes 44

literally the embodiment of "they assumed, and they assumed wrong"

billy is just chilling as his identity is safe yet again

[pien-art]

totally enamoured by @eve-is-obsessed ‘s fic “Need Me Then” <- go check it out !!! I can’t wait to read more of this au !!!

[withacapitalp]

All this was inspired by listening to She’s So Overrated by Madilyn Bailey so fair warning LMAO. Also this got SO MUCH LONGER THAN I MEANT IT TO IM SORRY IT WAS JUST ME WRITING DOWN AN IDEA......

Okay so I’m having thoughts about modern AU lead singer Eddie Munson who’s been in the industry for years with the boys. Corroded Coffin is a staple of the metal industry, but for a few years he’s been feeling really stalled in his career and just stuck in place. He’s still making music, still performing, but he feels like he’s getting farther and farther from that kid who used to scream and sing in his closet bedroom in the shoebox apartment he used to share with Wayne. 

So when he and the boys are in an interview and the interviewee brings up how “King” Steve Harrington from The Four is trying to reinvent himself with the help of former bandmate Robin Buckley, Eddie goes off. He works himself up into a little tizzy, ranting Munson Doctrine style about how a former teen pop star trying to become some second rate folk singer isn’t anything special, and that he wouldn’t be caught dead cashing in like that. 

That Steve’s music is bad (even though he’s honestly never listened to it) and “King” Steve is overrated. How even Beiber is better than him. He’s just bullshit. 

Of course the interview goes viral, and finds its way to Steve and Robin. Robin listens to it first and she doesn’t want Steve to watch it. She knows how close things like this cut him (especially that word), and how he’s been dealing with a lot of hate from everyone even from former fans who are confused by the sharp contrast of his new music- aka the music he’s finally being allowed to write now that he’s broken away from his momager- but Steve makes her show him. 

She’s sure that she’s going to have to spend the next week rebuilding his confidence. 

And instead, Steve’s lip curls into a smile, and he grabs his songbook, telling her to find her guitar. 

Eddie wakes up five days after the interview to a huge flood of social media notifications, a dozen missed calls from the boys and his manager and his uncle. He ignores them all and goes to see what he fucked up this time. 

Eddie opens Youtube and it’s at the top of his recommendations. The thumbnail is Steve and Robin sitting together with a guitar in her lap. The title of the video is just one word. 

Bullshit. 

This can’t be good. 

Eddie listens to it even though he doesn’t want to. He’s a lot of things, but he’s not a coward. Not anymore. He listens to it because he has to know how much he’s fucked up. 

And then he listens to it again. And again. And again. 

It gets stuck in his head. All of it. Not just the song (which admittedly is pretty killer) but also hearing the flippantly mean words he had casually thrown at Steve being shoved back in his face. He had seen Steve as an abstract thing, just a symbol of everything wrong with the industry, not a real person. And now this actual human being that he’s hearing has turned all of that garbage into a song that feels more genuine then most of the music on the last two albums he wrote himself. A song that has heart, joy, and a strong current of pain underneath, especially in the bridge where Steve just sings the word bullshit over and over. 

There’s even more than that. He also sees the way Robin and Steve interact while they’re working the smiles, the jabs, the silly little way Steve bobs his head along as he listens to her play, the way they both collapse into giggles at the end as Steve directly quotes the part of the interview where Eddie said that Steve “is just another laundry basket devil trying to act like a big shot now that he’s too old for teen girls to moon over.” 

He can’t remember the last time he and the boys had that much fun making a song. 

Hell, Eddie even sees their apartment. It’s a pretty nondescript room, but he can see the wear and tear on the furniture, the cobwebs in the corners of the room, the slightly drooping houseplant with the name “Dart” lovingly painted on its pot. It feels like a home, and as Eddie looks around at the bedroom in his far too big mansion, he feels even more like a fraud. 

Eddie listens to the song on repeat for most of the morning. In the afternoon he finally answers everyone, and starts to put his plan into motion. 

By that evening he’s on the phone with Steve asking him and Robin to help Corroded Coffin write their next song.