#sister soulmates

[braveclementine]

Chapter 32

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OC: Elizabeth Y/L/N (created so you don't get Y/N and Y/S/N consistently mixed up. I do not condone any copying of this.

YOU WENT LOOKING FOR YOUR MOTHER as the dinner came to a close. The wedding cake would be up soon and then the garter and flower toss which you were sure would embarrass Elizabeth greatly.

Your mother was with your father, and you heard their shouting before you saw them. They had closed themselves off in their bedroom so that the guests did not hear they were arguing.

"The farm was Y/N's!" your mother shrieked. You could tell she had been crying. "You are taking everything away from her!"

"No, I am not." Your father said, trying to keep his calm. "Y/N does not want the farm, she does not like the farm. Both of our daughters will be happier this way. Y/N will not have to keep the farm and Elizabeth will."

"Y/N was going to sell the farm you idiot!" Your mother shouted.

"I know." Your father said calmly. "Another reason I gave the farm to Elizabeth. This farm has been in our family for eight generations. There was no way I was going to let this farm be sold. And Y/N no longer needs any money she could have gotten from this farm. She's married to a billionaire, or did you forget?"

"You also took away her chance to get married first." Your mother snarled. "Do you not understand how the first child is supposed to work?"

"Why should Elizabeth always be put second?" Your father snapped. "Why? What's the point?"

"It's the way this world works." Your mother said. "I was a first child and I was always put first, the way that Y/N should always have been put first!"

"And I was born third." Your father said coolly. "And I know exactly how Elizabeth feels. You would never understand. You would never understand how it is to be second, to be looked at last, to be observed last, chosen last. I refuse to let our daughter go through that as well. That's why I fought it when she was growing up. And I cannot believe you are doing this on her wedding night!"

"It shouldn't be her wedding night." your mother sniffed. "It should be Y/N's."

"Well her wedding will be coming up very soon." Your father sighed. "So I don't know why it matters."

"Poli-"

"If you talk about how Polite Society will look down on us one more time I'm going to blow a fuse." Your father snapped. "Polite society hasn't done a damn thing for us, how many times to do I have to tell you? Politicians look down on farmers, you know how many times they've tried to take this farm from our family? You think we're poor? That's because they keep taxing us every cent that we make to try and get us to sell our farm! There's your polite society."

"I knew you should have gone and worked in the factory when you had the chance." Your mother sighed.

"Why should I give in? Why?" Your father snapped. "This is my father's father's father's father's farm. Eight generations. The Government has no right to take it from us!"

"But Y/F/N," Your mother sounded desperate. "I've gotten an amazing contract from this company. They'll pay us thirty million for the land!"

"Thirty million?" Your father sounded incredulous. "Only thirty million for eighty acres of land? You've got to be kidding me. What company?"

"TYPHON." Your mother said and your heart leapt in your chest.

"Absolutely not." Your father snapped. "That is not a company we'll be taking money from. They kidnapped and tortured Elizabeth."

Your mother was silent for a moment and then said, "I know. I told them where to find her."

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"Y/N, WHAT'S WRONG?" LOKI CAUGHT your arm as you rushed through the crowd. You felt sick and you had no idea who you were looking for. You had no idea if you wanted to tell Fury or not. And on Elizabeth's wedding night?

You bit your bottom lip, eyes darting around the crowd. "I- my mother. . . Come with me."

You dragged Loki far away from the party, deep into the woods. You were shivering as a cold wind started to blow and Loki took his dress jacket off to put it over your shoulders.

"Talk to me Y/N. I can't entirely read minds like Wanda." Loki said and looked back to the tent. "Should I go and get her?"

You shook your head. "No. I don't even know if I want to tell you. Not now. Not on Elizabeth's wedding night. I cannot ruin it. Please, you must ask me later. But I do want to tell you this much: it's about TYPHON."

"Are they here?" Loki asked, straightening up immediately, a dagger created from nothing in his hand.

"No." You shook your head, though you weren't sure if your mother was or not. Nor were you sure why TYPHON wanted to buy the farm. "I can't tell you all of it, because you'll freak and I can't have you freaking tonight. Not when you're supposed to be with Elizabeth. But for some reason, TYPHON wants to buy this farm. I'll tell Fury all the details when you go on honeymoon."

Loki hesitated and then dipped his head. "Fine. But I will want every detail when we get back."

You nodded. "I'll tell you. I promise."

Loki held his arm out. "Now, let's go back and enjoy the party."

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STEVE HAD GONE TO GET SAM AND BUCKY drinks so the two of them were sitting by themselves at one of the tables. Sam had handed Bucky back the jacket and Bucky was being quiet. One hand was under the table and Sam knew that his hand was in his pocket.

"Why'd you keep it?" Sam finally asked and Bucky looked up at him. "The figurine that she made you. Why'd you keep it?"

Bucky sighed. "I like it."

"I know Steve didn't keep his." Sam responded.

Bucky hesitated and then said softly. "Actually, he did."

"What?" Sam was shocked.

Bucky's eyes flickered to where Steve was still getting drinks. "Look, Sam-"

"You want her." Sam demanded. "I know you do. I've seen the way you looked at her. Why are you ignoring her?"

Bucky shook his head. "Can we not talk about it?"

"Why?"

Bucky sighed, "Look, it's just about something that Steve thinks, okay? Now can we drop it?"

Sam didn't want to drop it at all, but he watched Bucky clammed up, putting both hands on the table as Steve came over, handing drinks to them.

"Thanks Stevie." Bucky said, giving him a strained smile which Steve missed as he turned to give Sam his drink.

"Thanks Steve." Sam said softly, taking a huge sip. He'd make Bucky crack. He just needed to get him away from Steve.

"Hey buddy, we're heading out." Tony said, coming over and clapping him on the shoulder.

"You're sober." Steve noticed and Tony grinned.

"Well, I need to be sober tonight." Tony said, "You know the bonding and all of that." His smile slipped off his face a little. "Actually, I've sworn off drinking. I refuse to let a repeat of the club happen."

Steve stiffened a little and Sam stood. He hugged Steve first, "I'll see you guys when I get back."

"Don't have to much fun without us." Steve said, hugging him back tightly.

"I'll try." Sam said, hugging Bucky next. He looked at Bucky as he hugged him and then kissed him roughly. "Love you Buck."

"I love you too." Bucky murmured, kissing his jawline. "Now go have some fun."

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ELIZABETH WAS NERVOUS. SHE WAS wearing a light blue dress for the honeymoon. Tony would normally have booked a flight, but Stephen simply portaled them to the hotel in the Bahamas. She waited patiently as they checked in and she found that they were actually staying in a separate, rather expensive villa right by the ocean side.

"Come on sweetheart." Tony said as they filed out of the hotel, wrapping an arm around her waist.

She thought she was going to throw up.

These were all men who already had sexual experiences. And she knew absolutely nothing and had zero experience.

Tony and Stephen chatted easily with each other. She could sense that the two of them were happy and carefree. But she sensed something different from the other three. Loki was deep in a serious conversation with Hogun about something, which she couldn't hear. Sam looked lost in thought as well.

Her stomach turned again.

She yelped in surprise as Tony scooped her up in his arms to carry her over the threshold of the Villa. Once inside, the outdoors noises quieted a little and they all turned to her.

"How do you want to do this sweetheart?" Tony asked gently.

She blinked and then looked at Loki, "Is something wrong? You seem. . . distracted."

Loki winced a little and then after a slight hesitation admitted, "There might've been a new development with TYPHON."

"What?" Elizabeth and Sam asked.

Elizabeth was surprised. She'd though Sam was in deep thought over the same thing.

"When?" Tony asked, frowning.

"At the wedding." Loki shrugged. "Fury said he'd take care of it though, so we don't have to worry about it."

"Are you sure?" Elizabeth bit her bottom lip. "If there's danger-"

Loki shook his head. "There's no danger. It's more related to your actual farm than yourself. Or your family. Well, we've always said TYPHON had spreading branches. Y/N overheard your parents talking and your mother said TYPHON wanted to buy the farm. That's all. But it isn't necessarily because of you that they want the farm. They buy up properties everywhere. Y/N just wanted Fury to look into it to keep you safe."

"Oh." Elizabeth murmured, blushing, "Okay."

"So." Stephen asked softly. "How do you want us?"

Elizabeth blushed deeper, eyes flickering between everyone. "Can we all just. . . together and like, I don't know. . . see how it goes?"

"Sure." Hogun said softly, kissing her temple. "C'mon, leave your bags here."

Elizabeth blindly followed Hogun up the stairs, clutching her hand in his. She wasn't sure why she was so nervous, but she was shaking so hard that her teeth were chattering.

Or maybe she was just cold.

Oh wait- she couldn't get cold.

"Relax." Hogun whispered in her ear, which did nothing to help her relax as it sent goosebumps down her spine.

Elizabeth closed her eyes as the others moved around her. She relaxed and then she made the first move.

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ELIZABETH WAS STILL WEARING HER  wedding dress as she approached you. The sky was either a blinding white or a deep red, it didn't seem to be able to make up its mind.

The wedding dress was slightly different from what she'd actually worn. It was still white, but the design in the front was different. Instead of the two curves meeting in the middle, there were birds stitched into the silk fabric. And it wasn't as long, seeming to be ripped along the bottom, the edges black with dirt.

"Hello big sister." Her voice was pleasant and the sun shone through the clearing. Her brown hair was down, swirling around her in a way that should have been messy, but instead was flattering. She looked like either a goddess descended from the Heavens, or a devil risen from Hell.

"Elizabeth." You whispered back and went to step backwards, before you found that you were standing on the edge of the cliff. The Cliff.

"Did you come here to think?" Elizabeth asked softly. "I come here to think. I like to think about that time period, you see. I was just a little girl Y/N and you were so jealous."

"It was an accident." You whispered. "I never meant-"

"Lies." Elizabeth hissed, her eyes darkening into black tunnels. "Your mind was fueled with your mother's poisonous words. A mother that clearly wants me dead too. You're the little prize, just a trophy Y/N. A trophy for mother. Glorious Y/N, precious Y/N, perfect Y/N, beautiful Y/N. Ensnares all the soulmates so that they abandon the little stupid ugly sister. Well, imagine if you didn't exist."

"I never meant for them to not accept you." You whispered. "It's not like I told them to be cruel to you."

"But you stayed with them." Elizabeth pointed out, reverting back to an angelic phase.

"Of course I stayed with them!" You replied hotly. "They're mine."

You froze on your words. Steve and Bucky were not yours. Not really. They were supposed to be both yours and Elizabeth.

Elizabeth laughed and it sounded like a beautiful bird song. "You're completely right. They're yours. All yours Y/N."

And then she pushed you off the cliff. You screamed, your body twisting over so that you could see the crumpled, dead figures of Steve and Bucky at the bottom of the cliff.

"Y/N!"

Steve's voice jolted you straight out of bed and Bucky caught you with his hands. Both of them looked worried and you sunk into Bucky.

"It's okay doll." Bucky murmured, hugging you to him.

"Y/N," Steve's voice was soft, but also firm. "Look at me."

You looked at him and saw the serious caring face he was wearing. "It was just a nightmare." You croaked out.

"I know." Steve murmured, pulling you into his arms as well. "But I need you to look at me and tell me the truth."

"Okay?" You questioned, your heartbeat speeding up again. Had something happened?

"Are you scared of your sister?" Steve asked seriously.

You blinked, heart rate slowing down with the confusion you were feeling now. "Elizabeth? No, I'm not scared of her?"

"Y/N, you were shouting for her to stop in your sleep." Steve said gently. "You don't have to protect her just because she's your sister. If you're scared of her, if she's hurt you or if you're scared of her hurting you, we can take care of it."

You were flabbergasted and also guilty. The nightmares weren't from Elizabeth ever hurting you. They were a manifestation of your fears about something you'd done to her and were afraid of revenge for so long. But Elizabeth being Elizabeth had simply forgiven you with zero repercussions.

"She's never hurt me in my entire life." You explained.

"Clint said these dreams have been going on for a while though." Steve said with a frown. "Please Y/N, don't lie to me."

"I'm not!" You protested, shrugging out of his arms so that you could look at him better. "I would swear on a stack of Bibles Steve, she's never hurt me. I mean, besides our sword fights we had when we were kids, but that's it."

Steve looked uncertain, but he was clearly going to drop the conversation. He sighed and then nodded, "Alright."

You wished you could explain everything, but you didn't want them to look at you differently. It had happened when you were ten years old, there was no reason to bring it up now.

Or ever.

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[mischievous-thunder]

Logan doesn't have to say anything to Laura. She's intelligent enough to realise that she's going to have two dads to love and protect her from now on. The smile on her face says everything about how she feels about her new family.

[dclovesdanny]

Anger Management

2/2

The Justice League was having a diplomatic mission with the Ghost King, which was going fairly well, until he saw Red Hood’s soulmate fact.

Everyone tensed when he grabbed Red Hood’s arm, before looking him up and down.

“Well, you are her type.” Is all he says before fishing out a whistle from his bag. It makes a horrible shrieking noise, and a portal rips open. In it, the Justice League can see the Ghost Kin’s court meeting, and a Red Haired Lady approaches. She looks more human than anyone else there, but all the magic users can tell she is part of the realms.

“Jazz,” The king gestures to Red Hood, whose arm is out. The words ‘I was possessed by my first boyfriend’s ex.’ Stand out starkly on his skin.

“I found your soulmate.”

[natalievoncatte]

Lena didn’t mean to overhear. She was at the bar to grab a drink, and was taking it when she noticed Kara and Alex conspiring intently together. It was a private moment, a sister moment, so she shouldn’t have listened, and yet she did anyway.

“I’m sorry, Alex. I don’t want to ruin your wedding.”

“You’re not, kiddo. This isn’t the wedding, this is just a little night out. I’ll be happy if we get through the ceremony without a bridge collapse or an alien invasion or whatever.”

Everyone was having a good time. Kelly was with James, who’d come in from out of town for the ceremony tomorrow. Nia leaned back to Brainy as she made a giggling attempt to hit the dart board. The other guests were milling about, mingling and chatting and getting tipsy.

Lena felt more than a little maudlin, because Kara was hanging with Alex and that left Lena alone in the crowd.

“I’m so happy for you,” Kara was saying, “I just hope I get it myself some day.”

“You’ll find someone, Kara. You’re a beautiful, amazing person- not Supergirl, you.”

Lena pretended not to notice them, nursing her scotch. (A double, neat)

“That’s just it,” Kara choked out. “There is someone, Alex. There already is. She just won’t ever want me like I want her.”

Lena looked up in absolute shock and at the absolutely, perfectly wrong time. Alex’s eyes met hers, her expression as shocked as Lena’s was.

Rushing away from the bar, Lena headed for the pinball machines, not looking back. She downed the rest of her scotch in a coal-hot rush and it only added to the churning in her belly. She swallowed hard and her throat was instantly dry, and she cursed the afterburn of the liquor.

“You heard her.”

Lena wheeled. Alex was standing behind her, a beer in either hand. She handed one to Lena.

“You know what they say about liquor after beer,” said Lena.

“Lena, we both have advanced degrees and we both know that’s bullshit.”

That was good, because Lena downed half the brew in one long pull.

“Jesus,” said Alex. “I was trying to get you to slow down.”

“Yeah, well,” said Lena. “I’m Irish.”

Alex snorted. “You’re deflecting. You heard what she said.”

“Maybe.”

Alex rolled her eyes. “I’ve been through five fucking years of this and I’ve had enough, Lena.”

“Enough of what?”

“Kara’s wrong about your feelings.”

Lena blinked, took another pull. “How do you know she means me?”

Alex looked at her flatly.

“How do I know it’s you? Because she always rescues you. She’s always defended you. She gave you chance after chance and never gave up even when you were at your worst. Kara would die for you. A fifth dimensional imp offered to grant her wish and she didn’t wish for her planet or her parents or to have our dad back. She wished for you. For a second chance.”

“Fifth dimensional what?”

“She reversed time for you, Lena.”

Lena gaped at her.

“What do you mean? She did what?”

“She made me swear never to tell. There was a time when she was too slow, when she was already in the middle of a disaster when you got shot. She’s the only one who remembers that timeline because she fixed it. She flew at superluminal speed and went backwards in time so she could be in two places at once. Apparently a Kryptonian can do that, but she swears it can only be done the one time.”

Lena’s beer was sloshing in the bottle from the shaking of her hands.

“For God’s sake, Lena. I know you’re in love with her. You two had a bad breakup without even dating first. You spent a billion dollars to hang out with her at work. You filled her office with flowers. You let her in, you let her bring you into our family, and you forgave her for doing something really fucked up and you forgave me for pushing her to do it.”

Alex clapped a hand on her shoulder.

“Lena, sack up and go get your girl. She’s at the bar crying into a Shirley Temple because I cut her off. She’s waiting for you.”

Lena stared at her.

“Alex, I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t need to say anything. Go. Get. Her.”

Lena looked at her beer, downed the last of it, and gave Alex a curt nod, marching past her.

Kara was sitting at the bar. She was dressed in skinny jeans and a loose N’Sync t-shirt and leather sandals. She was among friends here and had removed her glasses, her hair in a sloppy ponytail. She looked like she’d rather sulk at home than party.

Lena hopped on the stool next to her.

“Hey.”

“Hi, Lee. Having fun?”

“Not really,” said Lena. She waved the bartender away as he approached to offer her another drink. “I’m kind of down honestly.”

“Weddings always depress me,” said Lena. “Watching other people get all the happiness I’ll never have, basking in their joy for a while. It’s like sitting by the fire in someone else’s house, but eventually you have to go home to your own and it’s empty.”

Kara’s eyes glittered with tears. “Yeah. It does feel like that, doesn’t it?”

Lena rested her hand on Kara’s wrist.

“May I have this dance?”

Kara looked up sharply.

“This isn’t really a dancing kind of place.”

Lena snorted. “I’m a billionaire. I can do what I want.”

She slipped off her stool and offered Kara a hand.

Kelly and Alex had reunited. They were talking animatedly, and Alex pointed at Lena. Suddenly she rushed over to the jukebox as Lena took Kara’s hand and led her to an open space.

The music changes to Wonderful Tonight. Eric Clapton.

Lena was going to kill Alex.

“Huh,” said Kara.

It seemed natural that Kara would lead, being taller and more graceful by far, but Lena put a hand on her hip and rested the other on her shoulder, wondering if Kara could feel her pounding pulse through her palms.

It started with them like middle schoolers, half a foot awkwardly apart, movements jerky, but it quickly changed. Lena didn’t know who bridged that gap first but soon they were pressed body to body, Kara tilted forward to rest her forehead against Lena’s.

Lena went from chastely pressing a guiding hand to Kara’s flank to an arm looped lazily around her hips, hand resting gently against her ass. Her other hand moved from Kara’s shoulder to her neck, thumb grazing Kara’s jawline.

Kara, hesitantly, reciprocated, less dancing with Lena and more swaying with her in a meandering hug. They were so close that Lena’s head swam.

“Do you remember when you first got back from the Phantom Zone?”

“I don’t think I’ll ever forget,” said Kara. “When I came back and I saw you standing there, I could barely take it. You looked like an angel.”

Lena nodded gently, nudging closer to Kara until she could feel the presence of the other woman’s lips without touching.

“You looked like you wanted to kiss me.”

Kara’s entire body went briefly rigid, then relaxed.

“You could have,” Lena whispered. “You could have and I’d have kissed you back. I swear I can think of a dozen times when you were about to kiss me and I wanted it right then, I wanted it so bad.”

Kara choked back a small sob. “I remember the first time I thought about it. It was when Morgan Edge was framing you and you were so upset, you were crying. You were so sad and beautiful and soft and I wanted to kiss you right then. I wanted to make you feel better any way I could.”

“That would have been a great time.”

Kara laughed. “That would have been a good time. Maybe the best time.”

“The second best time is now.”

Lena looked up. They were holding each other now and Lena knew there were eyes on them, that their friends were watching.

Kara didn’t seem to notice or care. There was a fresh sparkle in her eyes, wide and nervous, her lips trembling in a half smile. She didn’t seem to know what to make of what Lena said, perhaps questioning if she’d heard right.

Poor Kara, her Kara, would find any excuse to steal the happiness from her own hands, to martyr herself, to seek penance for a crime that she never committed. Lena knew her guilt, felt in sing in her own soul like a kind of magnetic resonance.

Lena Luthor did not believe in silly things like soulmates or fate or destined lovers.

But she believed in Kara Danvers, and Kara Danvers kissed her. Lena barely registered it at first, so gentle was the brushing of Kara’s soft lips against her own. She gave Kara no chance to retreat into embarrassment or confusion, kissing her back so intensely that there could be no mistaking the intent. When she did, it was like seeing the stars for the first time, and a pleasant warmth pooled low in the cradle of her hips.

Kissing Kara felt like coming home.

They were staring at each other. Lena drank the sight of Kara staring at her, shocked expression full of an elation, a pure excited joy that magnified her stunning beauty a thousandfold until Lena thought she might die of pure love for this woman that she held in her arms. She went in for another kiss and this time, neither hesitated.

Alex’s voice cut through it all. “Hey, you two. Get a room.”

She was by the jukebox, grinning ear to ear despite Kelly’s scowl. Before either of them could react, Alex dropped a coin in the jukebox and played… the fucking Macarena.

“I don’t know whether to murder her or send her a gift basket,” Lena snapped.

Kara curled a finger around Lena’s chin and their eyes locked.

“Maybe we should get a room,” Kara whispered.

Lena swallowed hard.

“What are we waiting for?”

Kara took her hand, and stuck out her tongue at her sister as they left the bar.

[crimsonlovebartylus]

halloweekend.

regulus is little red riding hood and barty is the wolf, and yes regulus is walking him around with a chain.

[atalienart]

The royals!

[your-mommy-ems]

and if i told you we're platonic soulmates in every life time, what then?

[nelkcats]

Jason spend all his life thinking he didn't have a soulmate, at 14 years old he was excited, checking his arm and the mark, but it never appeared; maybe it was because he was from the scums, happiness was not for him, his death and the Lazarus pits just reinforced the thought

Years later, on the other side of the nation, Danny was sobbing silently. Stroking where he could see the words "Behind me, I'll protect you", written on his arm in red, apologizing for leaving his Soulmate's arm empty of him.

The GIW had captured him weeks ago as Phantom, the first thing they did? cut his vocal cords with blood flowers, Frostbite didn't think it could recover, Danny knew it wouldn't

[missowo]

I love how they can read each other mind and same thoughts in canon

[tkachukisms]

what if WE🫵😳🤯 were perma-lineys and we've known each other since your rookie year and have always been attached at the hip and wherever I was you were also always there and we were BOTH BOYS❓️😳

[braveclementine]

Chapter 37

Warnings: Heavy angst, then resolution

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OC: Elizabeth Y/L/N (created so you don't get Y/N and Y/S/N consistently mixed up. I do not condone any copying of this.

ELIZABETH HAD NEVER BEEN MORE FURIOUS. It had been an extremely crappy night. She knew she'd told Bucky her deepest secret: She really did care about soulmates. It absolutely shattered her when Bucky and Steve rejected her. All she had ever wanted was her soulmates and for her soulmates to love her. She would've even given up the farm for all of her soulmates. She knew Bucky was there when she fell asleep.

He was gone when she woke up again. And Hogun and Loki weren't back either.

Nor had she seen Tony and Stephen as they both disappeared into the lab and library respectively. And Sam had seemed in such a bad mood she felt quite alone.

And then Y/N was asking all of these questions, pressing. And Y/N had revealed that Tony had known about why Steve hated her. And that he hadn't told her!

And Y/N just kept pushing and pushing and Elizabeth snapped.

At least she didn't freeze a coffee table this time.

"Just shut up!" She shouted at Y/N, "Who the hell do you think you are? You have no rights to complain here!"

"Neither do you!" Y/N snapped. She'd stood up at some point, crossing her arms over her chest and leaning against the wall by the kitchen exit. "You've got everything you want!"

"Excuse me!" Elizabeth was fuming now. "Everything? You're so stupid Y/N! How could I possibly have everything! You have all of your soulmates! All of your soulmates love you! Mom loves you! Dad loves you! God fucking everyone loves you Y/N! You've even got friends! You've got a real job! You're going to be the Queen of Asgard!"

"So what?" Y/N smarted. "So what! You've got all of that too!"

"Mom tried to have me killed!"

"You have amazing superpowers that you could use to become an Avenger!"

"I don't want them! I never wanted them! And you! You who hates the farm, hates everything about the farm, you got the most amazing superpower ever!" Elizabeth shrieked, eyes brimming with stupid tears. "Are you kidding me right now? Do you know how much harvest I could bring in if I had your powers? What I could do with the farm if I had the ability to control nature like you?"

By now, just about everyone had gathered around the kitchen doors. From where Elizabeth was standing, she could only see Wanda who looked anxious, but a hint of dark skin meant that either Sam or Rhodey was standing just slightly behind her. And Elizabeth was sure that they weren't the only people there.

"It's a useless power!" Y/N smarted. "I don't see why you've got to be so angry at me!"

"Why the hell are you jealous of me?" Elizabeth asked. "You went ahead and got your stupid superpowers because you were so jealous that I had superpowers. And now, you hate them! I mean seriously!"

"Jealous!" Y/N shrieked, leaning away from the walls. "Why the hell does everyone keep asking if I'm jealous? Are you jealous?"

"YOU'RE RIGHT!" Elizabeth finally shouted at the top of her lungs. "YOU'RE ABSOLUTELY RIGHT! I AM SO JEALOUS OF YOU IT'S UNBELIEVEABLE! YOU HAVE LITERALLY EVERYTHING Y/N AND YOU DON'T EVEN REALIZE IT. YOU HAVE AMAZING SOULMATES WHO ALL CARE ABOUT YOU! YOU'VE NEVER HAD TO DEAL WITH REJECTION, YOU'VE NEVER HAD TO REALIZE THAT YOUR OWN SOULMATES THOUGHT YOU WERE CAPABLE OF KILLING YOUR OWN SISTER! YOU NEVER HAD TO DEAL WITH ANY OF THE SHIT THAT I'VE DEALT WITH. YOU NEVER HAD TO LIVE, REALIZING THAT YOUR OWN MOTHER WANTED YOU DEAD! YOU'VE NEVER HAD TO BE LOCKED UP BECAUSE YOU COULDN'T CONTROL YOUR POWERS! YOU'VE NEVER HAD TO FIGHT FOR YOUR LIFE AND BE HUMILIATED BECAUSE YOU COULDN'T KEEP YOURSELF SAFE!"

Elizabeth was sobbing at this point while Y/N stared at her like a gaping goldfish. "You're gorgeous and funny. You have a great sense of style and everyone likes you. You've never doubted yourself and you've always known what you want to do with your life. You've always reach your goals and you're the favorite. You've never had to work for anyone's praise or attentions, you always just got it. You got the friends and the boys and the teachers' approval no matter what! So yes. I'm jealous you! So fucking jealous."

Y/N's eyes were glittering and she shouted right back at Elizabeth, "FUCK YOU! SCREW YOU ELIZABETH! HOW DARE YOU SAY IT BEFORE ME! WHY'D YOU HAVE TO SAY IT FIRST! YOU THINK IT'S BEEN EASY? YOU THINK LIVING WITH THE GUILT THAT I ALMOST KILLED MY SISTER IS EASY? Oh yeah, it was easy for you because you're so SWEET that you could just fucking forgive me immediately. WELL IT DOESN'T WORK LIKE THAT FOR ME! AND EVERYONE LOVES YOU! YOU'RE AN AMAZING COOK AND YOU'RE SO FUCKING SMART YOU COULD'VE GONE TO COLLEGE AND BECOME A DOCTOR! You really think you had no idea what to do with your life? You've always planned on running that farm! YOU ALWAYS STICK TO YOUR MORALS, NO MATTER HOW ANYONE ELSE SEES THEM! AND I ADMIRE THAT SO FUCKING MUCH."

Y/N slammed her fist against the table. "Everyone here took to you so easily. You fit in so easily! Even FURY loved you! I had to struggle to fit in! But everyone loved you immediately! And you HATE the city! How is that even possible! Why do you even think I pushed you off that cliff in the first place? I was jealous of you! I've always been jealous of you! God, as much as I knew I was the first born and mother kept telling me I was amazing, I never thought in a million years that my soulmates would choose me when you were the other option! You are so beautiful Elizabeth. Everyone's mouths dropped when you came down that staircase as the Asgardian ball and they never did that for me. Hell! Loki even chose you as his soulmate and added me on as a second! Sam preferred you over me! But you stand there and you say that your soulmates all rejected you! Fuck you! Of course I'm jealous of you! Fuck why did she have to be right!?"

Both Elizabeth and Y/N seethed in anger, both of them crying. Elizabeth collapsed into the chair at the kitchen counter, crying into her arms. Y/N sank down against the wall.

After a moment or two, the both of them calmed down and they looked at each other.

"Fuck you too." Elizabeth muttered.

Y/N let out a shaky laugh.

"I really am sorry." Y/N murmured, getting up and moving to sit next to Elizabeth. "God I had no idea you were jealous of me. I had no idea you thought I was better than you. I've never been better than you Elizabeth."

Elizabeth hiccupped, wrapping her arms around Y/N and snuggled into her.

There was some sort of cordial peace between the two of them that had never been there before.

And all the both of them could keep thinking was:

What happened next? 

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[scrumptiousstuffs]

seeing first with khaotung's mother caused me severe brain damage. first all shy, khaotung smiling fondly... im in delulu land theres no going back im already ill

We are all in delulu land 🧡🤍💫 - let’s be happy there together 🤣

And here, let me add more to your deluluness - KT mom posted this in her IG update:

That’s his TWO SONS there 🫵🫵🫵 …she adores both of them equally

Plus, here - have this video. I can’t resist seeing First trying to control his blush when the fans/MC teased him when KT’s mom hugged him (and decided to stay next to him for the photo session 🥰)

05/11/2024

Source of video as above

[arthurmargon]

charthur besties RISE

[wardenparker]

In the Still of the Night, ch 5

Zach Wellison x female reader Co-written with @absurdthirst

Grown up and looking to the future, Zach Wellison and bunkmate Shane Morrissey are working for a new cruise line that offers its guests a vintage Vegas experience on the Mediterranean. The romantic atmosphere is rubbing off on many of the crew members, and Zach finds himself to be no exception when he meets the beautiful lead singer of Shane's band.

But being wrapped in the seductive arms of an atmospheric cruise is a far cry from real life. How will their relationship fare on dry land? They can't know unless they try.

Rating: E for Explicit 18+ Word Count: 5.7k Warnings: *Blanket warnings for this story include: Cursing, alcohol, food, cooking, eating, discussion of clothing/costumes. Mentions of prison time served, mentions of past homelessness.* Somnophilia (consensual), vaginal sex, unprotected sex, morning sex, discussion of sex. Summary: A few weeks into your relationship with your soulmate, new steps lie ahead. Notes: These babies make me so stinkin' happy.

Ch 1 ~ Ch 2 ~ Ch 3 ~ Ch 4

It takes no more than a week for you to really understand how bad you have it for Zach. The butterflies of this new relationship have only intensified, and every night you snuggle deep into his arms wondering honey how you could have gotten so lucky that have a soulmate this wonderful.

There’s a profound sense of peace that has come with discovering you are his soulmate. A soothing of his soul that he never realized was as turbulent as he now knows. Even as hard as you both work, as tired as he might be, nothing is as relaxing to him as having you curl onto his chest in the tiny, single person bed you manage to share while his fingers brush up and down the smooth curve of your spine. “You sounded good tonight.” He praises, “but that’s every night. The crowd was eating it up.”

“Love songs are a lot easier these days,” you admit, pressing a soft kiss to his chest. “Seems obvious, I guess, but it’s true.”

“Miguel told me that the next cruise is already booking up for dinner every night.” He huffs. “Reviews are through the roof.”

“That’s because your food is fucking amazing,” you remind him, humming softly as his fingers graze up and down your spine.

“Most of the reviews have focused on the vibe of the club.” He gives you your dues. “And that’s all because of you, baby.”

“Neither of us can take a compliment.” It’s something you definitely have in common since you’ve noticed it plenty since you started dating and discovered your soulmate status. “But we love to give them.”

“It’s hard to accept that there might be some redeeming qualities in me.” Zach admits quietly. “But I refuse to see anything negative about you. It simply doesn’t exist.”

Leaning up on your elbow, you drop a kiss on his lips and sigh. “Ditto.”

He smiles softly at you, wearing his heart in his eyes but he doesn’t care. You seem to feel the exactly same way by some miracle. He reaches up and caresses your cheek and down your neck. “I got so fucking lucky with you.”

Turning your head to press a kiss to the inside of his wrist is easy, and you smile against his skin before lying back down on his chest. “You’re amazing. I just want to help you see that.”

“God, I could never imagine being here a few years ago.” The sounds of the engine room are muffled but almost melodic when combined with the sound of the water against the outer hull. The rooms for the crew are below the waterline, but Zach doesn’t mind that. There are worse places to sleep.

“Can I ask…?” Zach always says you can ask him anything but this is sensitive. When he nods you bite your lip and continue carefully. “What happened? With discharge and everything, I mean?”

He knows you deserve to know. “Nothing bad.” He promises, twisting his head and looking up at the ceiling as he tries to figure out what to say. “I wasn’t kicked out or threatened with the brig.” He sighs softly. “I went over to Iraq with my unit. My friends, my brothers.” His voice gets softer. “I was the only one in my squad that came home alive.”

“Shit.” You squeeze him gently, your arm around his waist holding onto him like an anchor and a promise. “I’m so sorry. I—I can’t imagine how hard that must have been for you.”

“I felt guilty- I still feel guilty.” He admits, his voice thick with emotion. “I’m not special, why did I live and they didn’t?” He’s not looking for an answer, because there isn’t one. “Rodriguez was married to his soulmate. Had a fucking baby on the way.” He closes his eyes. “Fucking IED made sure he never met his little girl.”

“There’s no good answer to why some people come home and others don’t.” It doesn’t help anyone to pretend to have a great insight here. You asked for Zach’s story, and you’ll support him through it. Just keeping it simple. “I can only say that I’m grateful you came home.”

“The worst part?” He closes his eyes. “All of their wives knew. Down the fucking second, when their soulmates died.” He huffs. “Didn’t need the knock at the door to know their worlds were shattered.”

“They knew the risks,” You remind him gently. “That doesn’t make it better, I know.”

“Not a fuckin’ bit.” His tone is ironic. “I blamed myself. How could I not? Everyone asking me to tell them about that last day, those last minutes before the world went to shit and we—” he swallows harshly. “I felt like they blamed me. Hell, I blame me.” He admits. “If I had seen something, maybe they would still be here.”

“I’m sure that if there had been a sign to see, you would have.” Unable to undo what was done that day, the best you can do right now is to reassure him. Remind him that it isn’t his fault, because you’re absolutely certain it wasn’t.

“I still felt guilty, couldn’t look them in the face.” He knows a lot of it was projection, but he couldn’t help but feel like they hated him for living. “Stopped visiting, talking to my buddies that were left.”

"It's whole new world out there, baby." You promise him, the tone of the night reduced to quiet murmurs between you. "You don't have to walk through any of this alone anymore. The memories or the hard times, I mean."

“I don’t think I would have been a good soulmate back then.” He loves touching you, finding comfort in it as he strokes your skin. “After the grief came the anger. I was angry. Angry I lived, angry that I felt abandoned, even though I was the one pushing people away.”

"Maybe there's a reason we haven't met until now?" It's the most encouraging thought you can give him in this moment and you hope it helps. "Maybe this is the right time and the right place for us."

“On a cruise ship in one of the most gorgeous locations in the world?” He smiles. “Seems like a dream to me.”

“You think the Powers That Be just wanted it to be romantic for us?” You smile a little at the sweet idea. “I like that.”

“I think you deserve romance.” He chuckles quietly. “And I’m not the most naturally romantic kind of guy.” He shrugs one shoulder. “Need all the help I can get.”

“I don’t think that’s true at all.” With one hand you brush his growing hair out of his eyes and smile. “You’re more romantic than you think you are.”

He’s pleased by that answer. “Yeah?” He hasn’t done much, but if you think that he’s romantic, then he must be doing something right.

“Wasn’t it your idea to sit and watch sunrise yesterday morning because we both had to be up early and you wanted to start the day in a way that didn’t feel frantic?” When he had said it at first you thought he was joking, but no — you had really gotten out of bed together early yesterday morning to slip off to his favorite hiding space and watch the sun rise over the Mediterranean Sea together. It was incredible, so perfect that you had almost teared up.

“It was.” He admits, happy you had thought that was romantic. He has simply wanted a peaceful moment with you and it was his favorite way to spend the sunrise.

“Well, it was pretty damn romantic,” you tell him with absolute certainty.

“As long as you think so.” He leans up and kisses you. “That’s all that matters to me.”

“I absolutely do.” And steal another kiss before he can lay his head down again.

He's calm with you, peaceful. That part of him that thinks the worst or sometimes drowns out the positive is quiet. Filled with you. He’s slept better in the weeks that you’ve been wrapped up in his arms than he ever had before. “What’s your schedule tomorrow?” He asks. “Bingo again?”

"Actually?" You grin at him lazily. "The cabaret cast is doing bingo tomorrow. I have the afternoon off. What time do you have to be at the club?"

“Weeeeelllllllll.” He grins. “I’m planning on getting off the ship to go to the local markets.” He tells you. “Want to be my helper?” He is allowed to go to the local markets to pick out fresh ingredients whenever he feels it’s necessary and he wants to get some fresh caught fish.

"Ooo, a shopping date?" The grin on your face spreads wider. Learning about Zach's work has shown you how deep his passion for cooking really goes. The fact that he sort of fell into a culinary career and has ended up loving it is so wonderful to see. He really lights up talking about work. "Absolutely!"

“Good.” He chuckles. “We can sleep in since the market won’t be open first thing.”

"What a treat." You laugh quietly, wrapping your arm around his waist again to get comfortable. "That means I'll have time to wake you up creatively."

“And how do you want to do that?” Your sex life is amazing and he is blown away that someone as sexy and incredible as you wants him.

"Where's the fun in telling you now?" Teasing always comes with a raised eyebrow, and in the shine of the nighttime through the windows you grin at him all over again. "It'll be whatever I dream up. A surprise for both of us." The conversation about consent had happened early on, with both of you agreeing that being woken up for sex was high up on your list of pleasurable experiences.

“Now I’m ready to go to sleep so I can wake up.” He jokes with a snort.

"Let's do that, then." Anytime you can make him smile it counts as a victory in your book, and you press a kiss to your tattoo over his heart. "So we can both have excellent dreams and an even better morning."

Zach smiles softly. “Goodnight baby.”

“Goodnight, baby.” Your mind is already half drifting off, sleep taking over, and you lay your head down with a contented sigh. “Love you.”

Zach’s eyes pop open, heart pounding as he absorbs what you just said and the weight of it settled down over him like the warmest blanket. He tightens his hold on you and sighs softly. You’ve already drifted off to sleep so he’s just talking to himself right now. “I love you more.”

******

Morning comes too soon for all the wonderful dreams you’ve been having lately, but the trade off is that you get to wake up in Zach’s arms. It’s a more than fair trade, in your opinion.

He’s still sleeping when you open your eyes, snoring softly with the blankets mostly kicked off because he gets warm in his sleep. It does, though, give you a gorgeous view of that reliable morning wood he sports every day without fail, and you hum to yourself.

He’s already on his back, so why not climb on top?

Zach hums in his sleep, shifting slightly when you move. Used to the occasional times when you get up during the night to pee or grab the water bottle he keeps on the desk. So he doesn’t wake up just yet.

It doesn’t hurt the situation that you have consistent dirty dreams about Zach. It means that you wake up just as ready as he does, so that when you carefully sit up in bed to straddle his hips and sink down on his length, you’re drenched and wet with wanting him before you even sit up in bed.

The second you clench around him, Zach wakes up. His eyes aren’t even open but he knows what you’ve done. Moaning your name, he reaches for your hips with a sleepy smile as he finally looks up at you. “Good morning to me.” He rasps out.

"Good morning, gorgeous." It's easy enough to bend over and kiss him, keeping the motions of your hips fluid and intimate as you move on him in the morning light.

“Jesus.” His breathless curse is against your lips and he twitches inside you. “Can you wake me up like this every morning?”

"Maybe." You laugh against his lips, the sound only barely less raspy than his voice as he groans. "Only on mornings I don't use my mouth."

“But then maybe I wake you up using my mouth.” He poses. “Make it even.” He’s woke you up with his fingers and his cock, but not his tongue so far.

"Anytime, baby." Zach is an enthusiastic pussy eater, and that is never an offer that you're going to turn down.

“I want to- fuck—” you grind your hips down and squeeze his cock tight inside your molten walls, making him lose his train of thought. He groans and then tries again. “One night- that dress.” He manages. “In the club. Eat you out on stage.”

"Fuck." You almost lose your rhythm with that image presented to you, and your hips stutter at the thought. "The red one?" You know exactly which dress he's talking about. You have a dark red satin gown with a high slit up one thigh and a low neckline. The band always gets the best tips with that dress.

“Yessssssss.” He twitches again, his eyes darkening with lust at the thought of you in that dress. He’s imagined it many times but he’s just now gotten the courage to say something about what he wants. “Imagined laying you out on the stage.”

"I'll rip out the fuckin security cameras," you promise him, shivering with the fantasy. His hands have found your hips and are keeping your rhythm steady, but you swear you want to suggest throwing on robes and running to the club right now to play out the scene.

“You would be so loud in there.” He teases with a grin. “But it would be worth it. My baby is gorgeous when she’s cumming.”

As if to prove his point, the moan you let out when he snaps his hips up is deep and vibrates through the both of you with surety. "Then—fuck— make me cum, baby."

Zach plants his feet in the bed and holds tight to your hips. Rocking his hips up in desperation, wanting to hear your cries and feel you clench down around him. “Tell me how good it feels.” He grunts.

Your babbling brook of words runs over, always ready to praise and encourage him. Always ready to curse and moan and cry his name out into the day or night. With him you somehow always feel fuller than ever before, and you will happily tell him every time how good he feels inside you. How he feels like he was made just for you.

Zach loves praise, but there is something so satisfying about the panted, breathless praises you give him while he’s deep inside you. As if you can’t get enough of him. Mirroring that same needy mess he always finds himself twisting into for you.

Mornings spent like this always send you both into a sort of trance. Dissolving into such adoration for each other that it's useless to think of anything else. There is an extra layer to it this morning, for you at least, with words you dreamt of the night before still swimming in your mind. This isn't the right time to tell him you've fallen in love with him — not while he's literally inside you with both of you on the verge of cumming. But you'll be damned if your heart isn't pounding in your throat as you think it as loud as you can.

Reaching up, Zach cups the back of your neck and drags your head down to plaster his lips against yours. The knowledge of your sleepy confession has him even more sure of himself and he groans into your mouth.

It sears both of you for the same reason though neither of you is aware of it, snapping more connections into place and tangling you together even further.

His arms band around you, rocking up into your body as he pushes you both towards the edge of bliss. He moans softly when you grind down on him as he thrusts up. “Cum for me.” He begs.

It barely takes more coaxing than that. It barely takes more than those deep, long kisses and the way you desperately grind into each other for you to unravel for him. You cum with a shaking, gasping cry and smother the sound into the crook of his shoulder so his neighbors won't complain about the noise.

“That’s it baby, fuck, that’s it.” Zach groans softly, overwhelmed by how perfect you feel. Rocking up into you to work you through your orgasm and work himself towards his own.

“Cum for me, gorgeous.” It’s his turn to have encouragement, even as you feel nearly limp against his. “Feels so good when you fill me up.”

“Fuck baby.” He whines your name and his fingers dig into your flesh. “You can’t— you can’t say shit like that and expect me to last.”

A deep, throaty giggle bubbles out of you and you nip at Zach's neck under his ear where he likes it most. "Don't want you to last," you coo in his ear. "I want you to cum."

It’s not hard to give in, not when you are practically begging for him to. He twitches deep inside you and feels his belly start to pull taunt. “Fuck— I—fuuuuuuuuck.”

You talk him through it, murmuring honeyed words in his ear and letting your fingers trail up and down his back as he slowly floats back down to earth. It's practically a bragging right that you can feel the warm, sticky combination of the two of you dripping from your pussy.

"Shit." You sigh happily. "You're amazing."

“That’s you, baby.” He buries his face into the crook of your neck and breathes in the scent of you. Warm sleep, sex and your unique scent is probably his favorite scent in the world. He would bottle it up if he could. “I’m so goddamn lucky you love me. Don’t know how the fuck I got so lucky.” He mumbles into your skin.

"How...?" Impulsively, you almost draw away from him. Just to look into his eyes. But you exhale shakily instead — laughing at yourself. "Am I that transparent?"

“No.” Zach frowns slightly, wishing he hadn’t said anything. “You said- right before you went to sleep last night.”

"I said that out loud?" There is a thread of embarrassment in your voice, very thin but it's there. Instead of shame, though, you are all laughter. "I only meant to think it very loudly. But I guess..." You turn your head to kiss his cheek. "I can't be upset about it when it's the truth."

“I love you too.” He promises softly. “More than anything else in the world, I love you.”

"I love you so much." It feels like a star bursting in your chest to be able to say it, though you did not even realize you had been holding it back.

It makes him sigh, a soft, dreamy sound as he feels like he could float up and away into the clouds. The smile he gives you when he pulls back is positively beaming.

"Two weeks." You laugh softly, feeling giddy as you return his bright smile. "I can't believe that's all it has been."

“The best two weeks of my life.” He agrees.

"It feels like forever and no time at all." Something which continues to mystify you every single day.

“I never understood that when someone else said it.” He admits, chuckling at his own inexperience with soulmates. “But I do now.”

“It’s weird,” you admit, snuggling into him. “But I love it.”

“Yeah.” He chuckles softly. “How do you—” he hesitates, knowing that it might be a little too soon. It’s only been two weeks after all.

You raise your head to look at him “How do I?”

He bites his lip. “It’s too soon and if you tell me it’s too soon I completely understand.” He promises before he takes a deep breath. You arch a brow at him in confusion and he blows it out. “Howdoyoufeelaboutpossiblytalkingtothequartermasteraboutgettingasoulmatecabin?” He rushes out in a quick hodgepodge of words, stringing them together nearly incoherently.

“Absolutely.” There is nothing there for you to think about. No wiggling of pros and cons. No debate. Only the way your heart pounds and your cheeks burn thinking of getting to be with him all the time. “Yes. One hundred percent.”

He had been expecting you to baulk. To have some – valid – reasoning on why you should wait, so his expression is completely astonished when you spit out your answer so quickly. “Yes?”

“Yes.” You stretch to kiss him, lingering in that moment and breathing him in. Your soulmate.

He grins again, like a kid who’s woken up Christmas morning to find everything on his Christmas list under the tree. “Yes.” He nods. “We can— I’ll talk to him today.” He promises. “So he might come talk to you.”

“The only thing he’s gonna hear from me is how much I want to live with my soulmate.” The two of you sit up together, tangled in blankets and grinning like idiots. “Shane can stop bitching about us kicking him out.”

“Yeah.” He chuckles. “Diana is getting a little antsy to talk to him alone.” He admits. “I would normally go to my spot for a few hours to give them some privacy. Or just go to sleep.”

“This is payback for all the times I’ve left the apartment to give them privacy,” you assure Zach, not worried all that much. “They’re great roommates but our place is tiny and they’re loud.”

“So you figure it’s our turn?” He hums, slightly amused by the idea.

“Oh, absolutely.” Even in the midst of giggling, you can’t stop kissing him. Zach is completely addictive in his own unique way. “No question.”

“If we don’t like it, we can always change it up.” He reminds you softly. “Just because we are soulmates doesn’t mean you will like living with me.”

“The same goes for you.” Although you don’t think it will turn out that way, it’s good to try to be realistic. “If I have some habit you can’t stand living with then we need to talk about it. Okay?”

“What? You are as perfect as you appear and small woodland creatures come and clean the house everyday while you sing to them?” Zach snorts. “I’ll be fine.”

“Oh yeah,” you roll your eyes at him and pretend to huff but end up laughing. “The woodland creatures love commuting to a cruise ship.”

“Seagulls and rats?” Zach jokes, shrugging one shoulder. “I guess we can’t be picky out here. But I draw the line at an octopus making the bed.”

“The octopus will be very disappointed to hear it, but I’ll let them know.” This lightness he has, the levity to balance his more serious moments, is so welcome. It’s such a comfort. “I really do love you,” you murmur, almost sighing. “So much.”

“Still don’t know why.” He huffs softly. “But I’m not going to look a gift horse in the mouth.”

“You definitely shouldn’t.” A smirk splits your face, and you turn to get out of bed. “Especially since I’m about to suggest we shower together.”

“God, is it bad that I hope that the soulmate suites have a bigger shower?” He groans, although he’s already nodding.

“They might.” You waggle your eyebrows at him. “I heard some guys on the last cruise pretended to be soulmates to get one.”

“Now that’s a little fucked up.” Zach snorts, although he’s not exactly opposed to it. You do what you have to do sometimes.

“That’s how nice they’re supposed to be.” The shower in the room he currently shares with Shane is barely big enough, but it’ll do. At least for now.

“Then we will definitely have to talk to the quartermaster.” He hums as he follows you out of the bed. Is it fair that soulmates have better accommodations? No, but nowhere in life is completely fair.

******

It’s after you get back from the fish market that the quartermaster comes to find you. You’re on your way to the club to warm up when you’re stopped in the hall but a man you’ve only met once or perhaps twice before, but his uniform is enough for you to be sure of who he is.

“Good afternoon.” He smiles slightly as he glances down at his clipboard before he says your name. “Do you have a moment to discuss your quarters?”

“Of course.” It takes a slight gathering of your skirt — you wore the red dress that Zach fantasizes about tonight and it has a small train — but you pop down from the stage and other the man a seat at the nearest table.

“Zach Wellison has requested soulmate quarters with you.” He starts off, looking up to gauge your reaction. “Does that sound right?”

“Yes.” The sleeveless dress with its low neck shows off both your tattoo and Zach’s neatly, so you don’t have to worry about revealing proof or anything like that. “We discussed it very recently and he volunteered to be the one to put in the formal request.”

“I see.” He glances at the tattoos and looks down at his notes, finding that they match the description of the ones he had been shown by the chef. “Well, I see no reason to deny the request, unless you have no wish to cohabitate?” He lifts as brow as he looks up at you. “Forgive me, but I like to make sure that no one feels pressured to share a cabin with their soulmate.” He explains kindly.

“Of course, and it’s reassuring to know that you’re looking after your staff so well.” Not everyone gets as lucky as you and Zach have, even if they do find their soulmate. You know that. “But I do very much want to live with him.”

“Of course.” He gives you a soft smile. “Congratulations on finding each other.” He offers before he signs off on the paper and stands. “You will have a cabin assigned in the next two days.” He explains.

“Thank you very much for your time.” The door of the club opens again as you stand to shake the quartermaster’s hand, and the rest of the band pours in. Shane raises a knowing eyebrow at you, but Keo, Rick, and Cliff all look suitably confused.

“Something wrong?” Keo asks, turning towards the quartermaster as he walks out of the club.

“Not at all.” As short as the conversation was, you still feel like you need to stretch. “Just working something out with the quartermaster.”

Shane smirks. “Awesome.” He hums, aware of what that might be and the fact that he doesn’t have to find other places to crash every other day. He likes your roommate, but he felt it would disrespectful to Diana to share a room with her.

“It should make things a little less complicated.” It hasn’t exactly made your relationship with River an easier these last two weeks, but she has been great about understanding how important the beginning of your relationship with your soulmate is. This will take the strain off of things and let your friendship with her be easy again.

“I don’t understand.” Rick huffs, not exactly the most observant of the group.

You laugh, clapping your bandmate on the shoulder. “I’m shacking up with my soulmate, Rick. It’s all good.”

“Really?” His eyes widen and he grins happily, knowing how much you deserve to be in love and thrilled for you. “That’s great! When’s the wedding?”

"One thing at a time. We're moving in together plenty fast, no need to race to anything else." Is it maybe starting to be a fantasy that leaks into your dreams from time to time? Maybe. But that's why it's so important to have living together be the next step.

He chuckles softly, as if he’s not convinced and shrugs. “I’m still surprised that Shane and Diana haven’t tied the knot yet.” He admits and absorbs the halfhearted shove from his bandmate. “She wanted to get through her residency.” Shane huffs, although it’s more that he wants to be able to significantly contribute more than her wanting to get through the toughest time of becoming a doctor.

Keo smirks, putting on an over-the-top, dreamy voice. “It’ll be a winter double wedding. With the Rockefeller Christmas tree in the background.”

“It might be.” Shane huffs, secretly pleased with the idea of a gorgeous winter wedding to his soulmate. Bright lights and white snow, such a difference from his goth phase. “White tuxes with greenery for the lapels.”

“You gonna make us wear tuxes?” Cliff complains but the underlying grin in his voice says he’ll do it wear whatever Shane wants.

“Hell yeah.” Shane snorts, rolling his eyes. “And put your hair up in a ponytail.”

“We’re gonna make you brush it,” you tease, knowing Cliff will hate that.

“I don’t need to do a thing to my hair.” He shakes his mane out as if to prove it.

“You need to use conditioner.” Keo points out, rubbing his fingers through his own soft hair. “Anyway, it’s all moot. Our job is to do what the brides tell us, right?”

“It would be his wedding too.” Cliff scoffs. “Not just Diana’s.” He looks over at you. “Or yours.”

“I never said a word about me getting married,” you remind them. Both of your hands are held up in innocence. “Not seriously.”

“Oh please.” All of the guys scoff. “We all know you secretly dream about the white picket fence, two point five kids and a dog running around the yard.” Rick teases.

“Two point five is a weird number of kids and it sounds traumatic, so I’ll stick to just one or two.” It isn’t a secret that you want a family. A loving partner and kids and a home to call your own. You don’t disguise the fact that you want it. It’s just never really been a possibility with any of the people before Zach. And nods that you have someone you can see it with? Yeah. You’re absolutely dreaming about it.

“Three.” Keo predicts with a grin. “I can see you wanting to be outnumbered.”

“Three is…” You sigh softly, realizing you must look ridiculously dreamy and besotted. “It’s a lot. But I don’t think I would mind.”

“See? I told you.” He chortles and reaches out to bump your shoulder playfully. He is happy for you and it’s amazing to see you dream about more than your career.

“Shut up.” Even though you huff at him, you bump his shoulder back and grin. “I’m as surprised to see me this happy as the rest of you, for the record.”

“You kind of deserve it.” Cliff jokes. “Just a little.”

“Only a little.” Rick agrees, smirking when you laugh and huff at them both.

The group laughs and Shane shakes his head. ���Okay, okay, we have more pressing issues to worry about than this.” He reminds you all. “What are we playing tonight?”

“What are you in the mood for?” Keo asks, sitting down at his drum kit.

“I’m not sure.” Shane always defers to you for the set considering you are the one who knows what your voice can handle. “What were you thinking?”

“Tribute nights always go over well. A Night with the Rat Pack or even Elvis. That First Ladies of Jazz theme we did a few weeks ago went over well, too.” There have even been adventurous nights where you do full scores from some musicals. Those are best with specific crowds, though.

“Well, you let me know what you want to sing.” Your library of musical talent is vast and he loves pushing the band to match it.

When the other guys all seem to feel the same way, you suggest a Rat Pack themed night and start warming up. Zach likes Dean Martin a lot and you won’t pass up the chance to sing for him.

“Okay.” Shane starts to shuffle through the sheet music and put it in order. He knows that the music is loaded onto the iPad that is on the stand, but he prefers to also have paper copies. “Sounds like we have about fifty minutes of performance here.” He announces. “Any other songs or you want to wing it and entertain them?”

“How do you feel about a piano and vocal moment?” You look around at the guys curiously. “Moon River or In the Still of the Night? Something gentle and sweet.”

He chuckles softly. “You are so sentimental now.” He teases playfully. “That sounds good to me, you decide.”

“We’ll see what we’re feeling? About halfway through the set.” You nudge him though, and don’t even feel bad for a Moment. “You can’t tell me the introspective love songs don’t have you missing Diana.”

“Every damn night.” He admits shamelessly.

“Then you tell me.” The two of you share a small smile of mutual understanding. You understand Shane a whole hell of a lot better since you have your own soulmate in your life. “Whichever song makes you think of Diana more is what we’ll do.”

“In the Still of the Night.” He smiles as he tells you, “that’s the song we should play.”

“Absolutely.” It is the right choice, and you can feel it too. Because Moon River is a dream. A sweet one. But In the Still of the Night is a singer who can’t get their mind off of loving someone — not at all. And you have never understood that more in your life.

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[foursaints]

actually the idea of petuniajames infidelity has crazy potential and is making me feel insane. this one has an extra kick to it... and they were both complicit

[huntingrays]

pjo soulmate au:

soulmate au where everyone has the name of their soulmate written on them, but it’s just their soulmate’s last name

when piper and leo first met, they became fast friends. part of this was to do with them getting along so well, but another part was due to them having the same soulmark. they would always joke around about it, wondering if they either shared this ‘grace’ person of if they’d be with siblings

turns out, the latter was true… but they guessed the wrong sibling

the moment they met (or rather ‘met’) jason and learned his last name, piper immediately assumed he was the one, and leo jokingly asked if he had a hot sister. when they ended up meeting the hunters much later, while on the quest, leo was very happy to find out that jason did, in fact, have a very beautiful, cool, badass older sister. the only downside was that she swore off dating

so, if they both found their soulmates, why didn’t things feel… right?

meanwhile, for years, jason was both worried and excited to meet whoever this ‘valdez’ he was fated to be with. he was anxious about it, worried about being enough for whoever his soulmate would end up being. he wasn’t expecting someone like leo. he also wasn’t expecting to wake up on a bus with amnesia and the news that he’s dating his soulmate’s best friend. he wasn’t sure what to do in this situation. piper did have his name on her… was he both of their soulmates? was one platonic and the other romantic? sure, he began to like piper… but his feelings for leo were so… different. stronger. leo made him feel… strange. he made him feel safe. he wasn’t sure when he last felt that way. he wasn’t sure how to deal with all this on top of his amnesia

thalia wasn’t a hopeless romantic. she wasn’t like annabeth, who told her in soft whispers that she dreamed of meeting this jackson, hoping they would stay with her unlike her parents. however, she also wasn’t like luke, who burned his own mark beyond recognition after finding out hermes was his mom’s soulmate. rather, she was looking forward to meeting her supposed second half, but she didn’t let it control her life. she simply took care of her friends, became a tree, went on a quest, then became a hunter, thinking she would never meet this person as the years went by. after all, she learned post-tree that ‘mclean’ wasn’t a very common name, and was the last name of a very popular (and handsome) actor. she didn’t like the idea of a man old enough to be her father being her soulmate, so she tried not to think about it. then she met piper mclean, the actor’s daughter, who was even more breathtaking and stunning than him. she met her soulmate… who was infatuated with her baby brother. now she was in a pickle. does she tell the truth, or just forget about, letting the two be together while she forgets all about the girl and continues being a hunter? or does she come clean and see where this takes them? also what’s with her baby brother keeping that leo guy close to him? what’s with the looks he shoots him, the comfort he finds in the other guy?

why the fuck did aphrodite have to toss them a such a complex soulmate situation?