#soulmate heterochromia or whatever

[haomnyangz]

wake up babe new binding lore idea. what if when u unlocked perfect attunement u and ur partner got each other’s eye colour. (for angst purposes what if it was permanent unless one of u dies then it fades) discuss

[luimagines]

Could you pretty please do a four soulmate au? Feel free to be creative with the way to identify the soulmate or just the heterochromia au! Little mascots could be cute too, but feel free to do whatever!

...My weakness. Let's do this!

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You knew you had a pretty lucky identifier.

Your two eyes were different colors. One was yours and the other was your soulmate.

You had noticed the initial age when you came of age. You had woken up one day and saw that your eyes was the prettiest shade of blue in existence. This made this so much easier! There were only so many people with blue eyes in your village. You could easily take a trip around and try to meet as many as you could and simply go down the list!

It's just the process of elimination at that point.

Sadly, you seemed to never find the time to do so. Every day there were chores to do and people to see and your parents never wanted you to go too far from the house since you were so young.

An interesting happened around the time you were eleven.

The shiny blue eyes that you had admired so much has muddled and within the hour was burst into a rainbow of colors. It couldn't seem to stay the one. When the light hit it a certain way, it looked green. From the side you could have sworn they looked purple. When you looked down you thought you could see the iris as red. When you looked at it head on though, it was still that same blue you came to love.

Naturally, your parents had caught on first that the changed had happened before you did. When it was only looked at in certain way, you would have had no idea that it was even happening.

You tried to not think too much about what it could have meant. Despite your parents freaking out about what might have happened to your soul for this to happen, you focused on the blue. The blue you were familiar with.

The strange effect had only lasted for a few months before the blue came back... but it was never the same as you once knew it to be. It had dulled. It could have passed for brown after everything. It was still pretty but the change was disappointing.

Years went by and you learned to live with it. Eventually the memory of such a clear blue vanish slightly and you began to appreciate the color for what it was now.

One day you were walking home from a long day in the woods. You were gathering materials for a project you had started up the week before. It was a little more slow going that you would have liked but you were happy with your progress.

A loud roar came from the right and you found yourself flung from the trail into a nearby tree. Your materials went flying everywhere. Your basket was destroyed.

You looked up in time to see the club raised and screamed, not even bothering to get a clear view of the monster.

You were never hit.

You heard a male grunt and the sound of flesh being cut as the monster screech in rage. You tried to crawl away and ended up slipping down the side of the hill, landing next to the dribbling creek.

You groaned and looked at your reflection.

You eyes were normal.

Suddenly, it felt like the pain wasn't there anymore as you tried to get to your feet as fast as you could. Battle raged around you, the cry of the first monster calling in more as reinforcements.

Someone dropped to your side, helping you up. "Are you ok?"

You looked at him and gulped. He had the same blue you used to admire day to day. "Ye-yeah... I'm.. I'm ok."

He didn't seem to notice, quickly nodding in your direction and turning around with a sword raised. "Good. Sorry about this. This will only take a moment."

The other monsters broke the tree line and b-lined for you both. He raised his sword to the sky, blinding you with a bright light before there were suddenly four of them running at the barrage of monsters before you.

You gasp.

Green.

Blue.

Purple.

Red.

You recognized their colors quickly and watched as they demolished the monster forces as if they were nothing.

The boys came together and reformed into the one guy once more. He grinned and put his sword away, walking up to you with a sheepish expression. "Sorry about the suddenly commotion. You got caught up in the wrong time. My name is Link by the way."

He sticks out his hand and waits for you to respond. Slowly, a unbridled grin covered your face. You reach to shake his hand as well as you introduce yourself by name. "And I'm your soulmate."

[higanbana-writer]

Hidden Gaze

Prompt: Soulmate AU where one of your eyes is the same color as your soulmate’s. Pairing: Kyōjurō x Gn!Upper Moon!Reader Part: 1, 2, 3 (coming soon)

“Congratulations on your healthy baby boy!”

The midwife beamed as she placed the crying newborn into Ruka’s waiting arms. She gently cradled her son and despite being clearly exhausted from having just given birth, her eyes shone brightly with pure, unadulterated love and joy as she gazed down at him. Shinjurō, whom had been kneeling by her side during the entire ordeal, now softly wrapped an arm around his wife’s shoulders.

“He’s ours...” He murmured, looking at their son with a mixture of pride and awe.

Ruka smiled, leaning down to place a light kiss on her firstborn’s forehead. “Welcome to the world, Kyōjurō.”

Perhaps her actions helped to calm him, as his crying began to subside. His eyes, which had been squinted shut up until that point, began to open.

It should have been another heartwarming occasion for the parents to witness their son’s first look at the world, but what Ruka and Shinjuro saw when his eyes fully opened sent chills down their spines.

Now, it was obvious to anybody who looked at Kyōjurō that, even as a baby, he completely resembled his father. He had a head full of bright yellow hair and forked black eyebrows that even slanted downwards, just like Shinjurō's. So naturally, his eyes would be just like his father’s, right?

It was. Well, sort of. His right eye was a brilliant gold and red, as it should be. His left eye, on the other hand… The iris was a vibrant hue of [color], which, in itself would have been no problem since something called heterochromia existed. No, the problem lay in the fact that the kanji for Upper Moon was etched into that eye.

The warm, loving atmosphere that once filled the room had all but vanished now as Ruka and Shinjurō stared down at their son in horror. Noticing the change in the air, the midwife stopped whatever she had been doing and began heading over to them in concern. “Is something wrong?” She asked, hands reaching out to take the infant.

Shinjurō immediately blocked her, turning his shaken gaze onto her now. “Please leave the room.” It was a simple request, but his tone left no room for argument.

The midwife hesitated for a long moment before slowly nodding. “Very well. I shall be right outside if you need me.”

He watched her leave, making sure she properly shut the door behind her before instantly focusing back on his wife and child.

“His soulmate-“ Ruka stopped, unable to bring herself to finish her sentence.

“…I know.” His grip on her shoulder tightened as he stared into his child’s mismatched eyes. “He’ll have to hide that eye until he meets them.”

Fate must have been playing a cruel trick on them. A baby, born into a family of Flame Hashiras and destined to become a Flame Hashira himself in the future, having an Upper Moon demon as a soulmate. Shinjurō could only imagine the kinds of accusations that would be thrown at Kyōjurō if anybody saw his eye.

Traitor. Demon spy. A fake Hashira.

And as horrible as this was, they both knew; there was nothing they could do to change their son’s soulmate bond.

A single tear rolled down Ruka’s cheek as she felt for her son, knowing the hardships that lay ahead of him. Not only would he have to hide his eye from his peers, but he would also have to one day face his soulmate, a creature that was supposed to humanity’s sworn enemy and someone he was meant to kill.

Shinjurō pressed his face into his wife’s hair, unable to bear looking at their child any longer. “Everything will be alright.” He whispered in reassurance, though it instead sounded as if he were trying to convince himself.

Kyōjurō, blissfully unaware of his parents’ distress, let out a soft coo as he snuggled up against Ruka.

---

Seven centuries.

You had been alive for over seven centuries. That was a long time to stay alive for. And during all those years, not once had there ever been an indication that you had a soulmate somewhere out in the vast world. So why was it that after a whole seven centuries, your soulmate suddenly popped into existence??

It had been like any normal night for you: eating people, hunting down demon slayers, and looking for any clues about the blue spider lily. It’d been completely normal up until the point when you happened to catch a glimpse of your reflection and saw that your left eye had become a completely different color. No, we’re not talking about the ‘getting a bit red because your eyes are strained’ kind of different color. It went from being [color] to suddenly being two shades of red and gold.

But the most important thing was, your eye no longer had the Upper Moon kanji in them. The very thing that had been bestowed upon you by Muzan was now gone.

You panicked. You knew what had happened and spent the entire week trying to think of ways to regain your left eye back. Nothing you tried work, obviously.

Why now? Why had your soulmate decided to show up after seven centuries?? You had been perfectly content working under Muzan as an Upper Moon before they decided to be born. Well, if there was one thing you were grateful for, it’d be the fact that you still had your other eye which showed your rank. Better to be known as Rank Three, rather than to be just as a Upper Moon.

You absolutely dreaded the next time you would have to face Muzan. This rarely happened to a demon, but the last time it did – and that demon happened to be a Lower Moon – Muzan killed them. Maybe he had been in a bad mood or maybe he simply didn’t like the concept of soulmates. Well, whatever the reason was, you just prayed that the same fate wouldn’t befall you.

Thankfully, when Muzan finally saw you with your ‘new’ eye, he didn’t behead you. Yay for that! He simply gave it a disdainful look before addressing other matters. Somehow though, that disdain of his bothered you a lot more than the thought of getting killed.

After all, you were Upper Moon Three for a reason. You were powerful and dutifully carried out everything he asked of you. When you did well, he praised you. So naturally, you did your best to always meet his expectations and more. For him to show contempt towards you for something you couldn’t even control was simply unbearable. You wanted to be praised again. You had to please your master.

Following that incident, you tried your best to track down your soulmate. Once the two of you met, both of your eyes would go back to the way they originally looked. Then, you’d kill them for putting you through such a thing. You prided yourself in being a demon and demons didn’t need soulmates. Demons were perfect creatures all on their own.

Yet, even after two decades had passed, you hadn’t been able to find your soulmate. But over the course of the years, you’d learn to grow fond of your soulmate’s eye. At first, it had been a source of shame for you. An Upper Moon without their proper title? Preposterous! However, the more you had looked at it, the more you began to realize how beautiful it was. The vivid gold that wrapped around the red reminded you of a flame. A warm and inviting flame.

At some point, you realized that you’d actually begun to look forward to meeting your soulmate. What were they like? Perhaps they’d be cheerful and affectionate. Or perhaps they would be more on the mellow side. Well, whatever they were like, you were certain that they couldn’t be anybody bad. After all, such a gentle looking eye could only belong to somebody with a noble soul – somebody unlike you, whom had killed a countless number of people to get to where you were now.

Did your soulmate wonder about you, too? Did they like your eye, or were they repulsed by it? Were they even aware of the meaning behind the kanji etched into them?

You let out a despondent sigh, only to look up at your surrounds with a start. Oh, you’d gotten so absorbed in your thoughts that you failed to notice where you were going. Heaving another sigh, this time one of annoyance, you glanced at the buildings around you.

Having taken on your human form, you were currently in the heart of a bustling city, looking for somebody to prey on. However, it was taking you longer than usual as you were feeling rather picky tonight.

Maybe you would try another street – see if there was someone suitable there. Weaving through the crowd of people, you made your way to the edge of the street and towards an alleyway, planning to take a shortcut through it. But before you could enter the alley, a flash of orange caught your attention from the corner of your eye. You turned to look and saw a man with hair the color of fire walking past. Under the white and yellow haori he wore, you were able to catch a glimpse of a Demon Slayer uniform.

He was clearly a demon slayer, so why did you feel the need to stop him before he disappeared into the crowd? You hadn’t been in a fighting mood when the night began and certainly weren’t right now. But something about him seemed to be calling to you, begging you to reach out before it was too late.

So that’s exactly what you did. Before you had any time to process what you were doing, you had grabbed onto the back of his haori.

“Wait!” The words left your lips in a desperate plea.

The man stiffened upon hearing your voice and when he turned around, his hand was on the hilt of his katana. Except, you didn’t see it. All you saw was his eye and those exact same colors you’d seen numerous times in your own reflection. His left eye was covered by an eyepatch, but you knew exactly what was hidden behind it.

As you looked at him, warmth spread throughout you and suddenly it was like the piece to your heart that you didn’t even know had been missing, had been fitted in at last. From the way he stared back at you with widened eyes, hand dropping away from his weapon, you could tell he felt it too. And in that moment, it felt like it was just the two of you there, the busy street fading out into nothing more than a dull buzz.

You didn't know how long the two of you were standing there and gazing at each other, but you were the first to break out of your stupor. Though you weren’t sure how to feel about him being a demon slayer, the one thing you were sure about was that you no longer held the desire to kill him. Instead, you wanted to get to know him, to bond with him, to fall in love, and to spend eternity with him.

Tentatively, you smiled at him.

“Hi there, soulmate.”

[caffinated-and-sleepy]

Day two of my writing challenge

Sorry forgot to post also posting 3 today need to write 4 yet

Soulmate AU: everyone is born with heterochromia, one eye is their soulmate's color and the other is theirs. What happens when two soulmates meet?

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Everyone always dreams of meeting their soulmate, their other half. Meeting my soulmate was once my dream, but I’ve given up hope. My soulmate's eyes aren’t exactly the rarest color, although they were beautiful that’s for sure. Their eye is an arctic blue with strokes of baby blue. Compared to my simple hazel eyes theirs were truly magnificent. So in general it’s nice having such a beautiful eye, but every other blue eye I see is lifeless and dull compared to my soulmate’s. Sighing in frustration I shake my head to clear my thoughts, now is not the time for daydreaming, I’m about to be in Paris. The city of love it’s quite ironic huh? Stepping onto the train platform I take a deep breath in and smell food nearby. Looking around I also admire the train station's architecture, it was much better compared to what we had back home. While looking around I start to become dizzy and lean against a pole. I start to rub my temple to attempt to get rid of the dizzy spell, but a man suddenly appears in the corner of my vision. Blinking at him I notice he was quite tall he then asks in a somewhat raspy voice “Are you quite alright my lady?” No one says my lady, but I brush it off and notice he looked like Ian McKellen, he had eyes that sparkled with mischief and an impressive beard. Nodding I respond to him “I apologize for that sir, I’m just becoming very dizzy.”

Yet when I go to once again look at his eyes I find him studying mine.

I then hear “It’s her.” I am about to question what he meant by the remark but before I could I feel myself falling. Screams erupt from my mouth as I get beaten up by tree branches on the way down. When I hit the ground I start to feel tears form, but I push it down. Getting to my feet I realize I’m shaking and my right arm is numb. Muttering profanities under my breath I limp to the base of a tree and begin to take in my surroundings. I’m surrounded by black dying trees that were corroding to who knows what, but I did not wanna find out. Continuing to look around I wonder how the hell I got into this situation. Okay, I was at a train station in Paris and got dizzy then an old ma- wait it was that old hobo man that looks like Ian McKellen! Now that I think of it he looked like Gandalf, yet even I knew he looked too friendly!

Before I go to look around more when I hear a voice “Don’t move or the arrow will lie in your head” I go to speak but instead process the voice. Then it hit me he sounds like Legolas!

I respond “Sir I’m sorry for whatever I did, but I don’t even know where I am.”

Then I am interrupted by a person behind me “Lay down your bow Legolas Greenleaf, she is with me.”

Wait a minute that is the cheap Ian McKellen copy! Quickly turning around I point at the man cosplaying Gandalf “You! You, Homeless hobo, are the reason I’m here I could be in Paris right now drinking wine in the Eiffel Tower!”

He acknowledges me and says “I understand that my lady,” but then he turns to the man that also looked like a clone of Legolas and says “see look at her eyes, mellon nin.”

The Handsome copy of Legolas looks at my eyes as mine nervously dart around, but looking at his face, his expression shows one of surprise “She has Adar’s eyes…” He then turns to the other cosplayers and says something in elvish, to which the other cosplaying elves nod. The man cosplaying Legolas grabs my arm as we start to walk. If it was anyone else I wouldn’t have allowed it, but he’s hot so one exception. As we walk the large trees start to gain life the closer we got to whatever destination. ‘Okay this is weird as shit’ I think, but when we near a twisted wooden structure I realized.

“I’m not on earth any longer am I?”

I was really questioning myself, but the actual Gandalf agrees with a laugh “No my lady instead you are on middle earth.” Oh god I feel like throwing up, it definitely doesn’t help when I walk in and everyone looks at me. We walk through twisting halls and finally to what seemed like a throne room, nervous about falling off the edge of the path I practically cling onto Legolas, who in return gives me a curious glance. Once we reach the large platform I relax a bit, okay no dying via falling off a path edge.

Legolas then speaks “My King there is someone here to see you.” he lets go of me and I look at him as if he’s nuts and shake my head quickly.

I just want to go ho- “Is that so Legolas, tell me who is it.” My throat goes dry, but when I turn around I am met with the most beautiful blue eye and a hazel one. The tall elf with my eyes that I’ve identified as Thranduil walks down the steps and stops right in front of me. He is so close that I can feel his breath.

I say the only thing I can think of at that moment “Your eyes are beautiful.”

[rosesinbloom7love]

Idea Prompt

A What If scenario where all four heroes are from different soulmate Aus.

I can see Motoyasu having the typical ‘Your soulmate’s name is tattooed on your wrist/palm.

Ren is the ‘Sees colors for the first time, when you meet your soulmate’

Itsuki is the basic ’Red string of fate’

And for Naofumi, I can’t between, ‘Whatever you write/draw on your skin appears on your soulmate’s’. or ‘Heterochromia, one eye is your natural color, the other is your soulmate’s.’ or ‘Your soulmate’s first thoughts upon meeting you are tattooed somewhere on your body’.

Each hero may also have a differing opinion on soulmates as a whole.

Motoyasu is definitely the type of person to believe in soulmates wholeheartedly, probably to the point he thinks a relationship without one’s soulmate is doomed to fail.

I feel like soulmates would be fairly common and are seen in high regard in Motoyasu’s world.

In contrast, Ren comes off as the type who either doesn’t like the idea of soulmates or flat of doesn’t believe in them. Doesn’t see the appeal of being with someone just cuz fate said so.

In Ren’s world, the probability of meeting one’s soulmate is very low, so most people don’t even bother. Why spend what could be your entire life searching for someone, you’re likely to never meet?

Meanwhile, Naofumi & Itsuki have a more neutral stance on soulmates. In their world, while soulmates aren’t exactly common, they’re not rare either. Some people met their soulmate, others don’t. At the end of the day, it’s up to the person to decide if they want to be with their soulmate.

The topic of soulmate does come back up again after Naofumi discovers L’arc & Therese are his soulmates, much to the other heroes’ shock and envy.

Everyone is supposed to have ONE soulmate, why does Naofumi get TWO!?

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Miss Winters || Karl Heisenberg ||

Summary: You stuck by your brothers side when his marriage crumbled, you stuck by your side when he went off of find the woman that wasn’t even his soulmate, you stuck by your brothers side when his current wife got taken and you were going to stay by your brothers side to help him find his wife and daughter, you just never thought doing so would make you find your own soul mate.

A/n: This is gonna be a Soulmate fic, Note Ethan is not married to Mia....I don’t know why, I just don’t like the two together so here Ethan is married to an unnamed woman whom you can name yourself.

Also in this fic Karl is going to be a Lycan. { very much thanks to this image and this image }

Soulmate Au Prompt: Heterochromia - you have one eye of your soulmates eye color and when you meet you get your own eye color instead of having two different eye colors.

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You hated seeing your brother like this, looking so broken. Ethan had finally found his soulmate, you remembered seeing his one eye changed back to it’s normal color. Something that never happened with Mia but with her, she was the one he was meant to be with. Though here you were now, in some village trying to survive. 

“Ethan...we’re going to find them...okay.”

Ethan turned to face you, he was cradling his injured hand to his chest. You did your best to patch him up. You wanted to make him feel better though the man gave you a weak smile trying stay positive but you knew this was wearing him down. “I...I know we will y/n...but thanks...thank you.”

“Ah...what are siblings for.” You teased nudging your brother though you managed to get a look at your form in the stream as you passed over the bridge leading to the Castle. Your hair was a mess, clothes torn, though it was your eyes that concerned you the most. One e/c and one gold were staring back at you. You still haven’t meet your own soulmate yet and you were mentally wondering what it would take for it to happen. 

You must have been standing their for some time because once you entered the dilapidated room your brother was no where to be seen. “Ethan?” Voice echoing you were about to leave until you felt a sharp pain to the back of your head. Falling to your knees you could have sworn you saw a doll standing above you giggling before everything turned dark.

When you finally a woke you turned to see your brother was on the ground, unconscious. His wrist and ankles bound, it took a moment for your eyes to adjust. You first noticed a tall woman, a very tall woman hovering over you along with that doll near your brother. You tried not to show your disgust once you noticed another creature hovering over Ethan. Finally your eyes landed on him, your vision blurred and you had to blink a few times for it to come back to normal though you’ve come to find the man looked at you with the same interest.

Shaking your head to turned to look at the doll and whatever that thing was as Ethan started to stir. “Hey! Get the fuck away from him.”

“Ooh they’re awake!”

And soon everyone started to argue on who gets who, the woman. The one who was standing at the center of the room, the one you didn’t even noticed before silenced everyone with just a command. How much power did this woman hold?”

God why was your head spinning? And why was your vision suddenly blurry? You never had this problem before, Did that wreck really injure you and now your symptoms are starting to show.

“I have made my decision. Heisenberg. The man’s fate is in your hands.”

You could hear your brother’s voice weakly protesting but then the tall woman and the man who must be Heisenberg started to argue. But that’s when Miranda spoke again.

“Do not be so upset Alcina...that woman is all yours.”

Your locked eyes with your brothers but the next thing you knew you were yanked away from where you were sitting. “Ethan!...find her...don’t give up.!"  

You screamed to Ethan though you missed how Heisenberg seemed to keep his gaze on you.

You had awoken again to varying voices, what they were staying made your skin crawl. 

“Oh mother can we have her blood.!

“Look how smooth her skin is! I want it!.”

“Such eyes! Ohh I want to see the terror in them!”

“That is enough! Girls...you will not consume her....this...will be your new sister?”

“No fair~” You shuddered how they said that in unison.

It took you a moment for your eyes to adjust to the room you were in. It was lavish, something that you’ve only seen in movies or read about in books. You couldn’t believe it. Feeling fingers grasp your chin you were forced to look up at the Tall woman you’ve come to known as Alcina.

“Oh dear...do not be so scared...the process is...painless.” Fingers stroking your cheek she then let out a sigh. “Though I suppose one must be cleaned for a task like this...take her to the baths to have her be clean! I will not have a daughter of mine looking like filth.”

You mentally scoffed, it’s not like it’s your fault that the car you were in got knocked off the road nor how you got attacked by a bunch of nightmare inducing monsters.

You suddenly felt two of the sisters grasp your arms as the carried you off down the halls, the two young woman excitedly chatting to you.

“It’s so exciting to have another sister!”

“You are perfect!”

The hall looked like it went along forever until the two finally stopped in front a beautifully crafted door. You could smell the scent of flowers as they opened the door.

“Tada” Bela had spread her arms wide as she stood in front of a large bath. The thing looked like it was dug into the stone, you couldn’t take your eyes off of it. You could see the steam rising off the waters. As she must have dumped something in the water to make it smell so good.

The other sister Cassandra shoved some ornate bars soaps in your hands as Daniela laid out a beautiful dress, cloak and heels on the bench.

“Oh I can’t wait!

“Please hurry! We want to see what you look like !”

The three young woman nodded their heads  as the quickly slipped out the door.

“What the fuck?”

Shaking your head you slowly stripped of you clothes. It was nice to getting the dirty things off. Ignoring the Mirror you just wanted to be clean before you even looked at yourself. Slowly, you dipped a toe in the fully submerged yourself. Groaning you let your body slip further into the water as you soaked your hair.

“God that feels good.”

Taking one of the soaps you started to scrub your body, washing all the dirt and grime off. Dunking under the water again you started to scrub you hair, once you were satisfied you slipped out of the now dirtied water. Wrinkling your nose for a moment you wrapped a fluffy white towel around your waist as you lifted the dress up. 

Looking it over you gave at glanced to your dirtied clothes then shook your head as you quickly placed the dress and heels on. Taking one step out of the door you were greeted by Cassandra, Daniel and Bela.

The three girls gasping once they’d took in your appearance, though your hair was wet you certainly felt better.

“Just look how good you clean up!”

“Just wait until mother does your hair!.”

“She’d look good with blood red lips!.”

About to open your mouth you felt Cassandra and Daniel grasp your wrists, the girls rushing down the halls. They were giggling and you felt sick to your stomach from how fast they were moving. Once they stopped you quickly smoothed out your hair when they opened the door. 

“She’s done mother.”

Rising form her chair your eyes went wide for a moment, god you forgot how tall she was. Alcina gave you a wide smile as she lent down to grasp your hand in hers. “Beautiful! Daughters, give us a moment please.”

“Yes mother.”

With a bow, the two girls left leaving you and the tall woman alone. Walking you towards a vanity she gave you a nod to a chair. “Sit.”

“Uh...okay.”

Sitting down in the chair, Alcina stood behind you as she started to fix your hair in a elegant style though your eyes went wide for a moment catching your eyes. “Shit.”

“Such language.” Alcina scolded you as she then grasped your chin though she then glanced in your reflection. “Oh now I see...your eyes are normal...hmm that means you’ve meet your soul mate...it couldn’t have been that dreaded man thing and you’ve only made contact with...” Suddenly the smile on her face vanished. “Heisenberg.”

“So...your sister? what she’s like?”

Ethan looked up at the man with wide and confused eyes, he was almost out. Almost free then that bastard appeared out of know where and captured him....again.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Look Ethan...can I call you Ethan.”

“No!”

“Well...Winters...I happen to know that your sister is my soulmate! You see I noticed that both my eyes are gold again and well she’s my only option...and since we’re ya know...Family....you’re going to help me get your sister and I’ll help you get your brat and your wife back...what do you say.?”

“I.”

“Great! Let’s go.”

Ethan didn’t get a chance to answer since in a flash a large hulking creature was standing in front of him, he looked different than the other Lycans and right now it’s not like he could say no since he was going to be getting his family back, he’d help him....for now.

You glanced at yourself in the mirror, Alcina was cooing over you. You didn’t know why but you were starting to come around to the woman and her daughters.

You learned that she had a daughter too, that she lost to die to an illness and then Miranda showed up saying that she could bring her back but of course it was a lie. The woman explained to you how she hated Miranda but she had to put on an act to protect her daughters. The three young woman that she turned to save them from what ever fate Beneviento or Moreau had for them.

The more Alcina spoke you started to feel your dislike for the woman fade, which is why you told her about yourself, about your brother and why you were both here.

“Months ago...Miranda kidnapped my brothers wife...is soulmate and she took their daughter...a baby...please Alcina...I know that you must hate this and I know Ethan. He’s not going to stop until-”

You jumped hearing a door slam open as Cassandra, Daniel and Bela were carrying your brother. “Ethan!...s-stop...don’t hurt him.”

You rushed to your brothers side as the man gave you a weak laugh. “You look...different” though he did his best to shield himself from Alcina and the daughters.

Alcina scoffed turning her head away though she took another glance towards you as her eyes softened. “For you daughter I will not harm this...manthing.”

“What the hell that’s supposed to mean!”

“Eth-”

Your response was cut short when you heard the sound of the wood door slamming against the wall of the room you were in. Turning your head to the source your eyes went wide spotting the hulking creature, it looked like something that was ripped right from a movie.

He looked different than the other Lycan‘s you and your brother encountered. This thing looked like he could swipe your head off with  just a bat of his paw. The muzzle twitched, ears flattened on its head until it’s turned it’s head towards you. Your name a deep rumble from its throat. You knew you should be scared but you weren’t. Who was this? How did he know your name? Though it seemed that you didn’t have to wait long because Alcina looked livid.

“Heisenberg! How dare you come into my home! Why this man thing no less! Why are you even here.”

A snarl escaped his lips and you watched as the Lycan shook, the fur falling off his body and soon you were staring at very naked man, a very naked man that was walking towards you as he gave no mind to your brother nor the four vampires.

“Fucking Christ! Really buddy.” Ethan adverted his gaze though the three sisters snarled as Alcina tossed a cloak at the man.

“Get dressed and get out of my home!” She snapped.

Catching the cloak, Karl ignored the vampire as he slipped it on, at least he wasn’t naked anymore. Fingers grasping your chin he tilted his head to the side. “My mate. You’re here.”

Crossing her arms over her chest Alcina let out an annoyed grunt. “Since their is not a thing that can be helped. You! Man thing. Me and my daughters will take you to your wife and child as for you Heisenberg. I suggest you take her and get out of here! But you better harm the woman or I will kill you!” She threatened as the three young woman glared at Karl. Walking towards Ethan, Alcina grasped him by the scruff of his coat carrying him under his arms as the man struggled.

“Hey! I can walk on my own!”

“Nonsense! This will be much quicker.”

Snorting you were about make your own comment until a small squeal left your lips as Karl lifted you bridle style in his arms. The Lycan gave you a wink looking down at you then turned his attention back to the tall woman.

“So long bit-. Alcina. Try not to get the idiot killed.”

“Hmp.Try not to die yourself.”

With that Karl turned his back the ran off in the same direction he had come for. Biting your tongue you let yourself be carried as your thoughts drifted off to your brother, you’d just pray he’d be okay.

“So.”

“So?” The man you’ve come to know as Karl was now dress. Wearing a buttoned up shirt with a few buttons undone to show off some chest hair, he was wearing a long brown trench coat along with a pair of slacks and boots though it was the wide brim hat you were most interested in.

“I’m your mate?”

“That would appear to be true.”

“And your a Lycan ?”

“Yup”

Taking in your surroundings, you knew you must be in some factory and while the man was insisting on to leave you wanted to know more.

“Well since I am your mate I want to know more about you.”

Karl rolled his eyes then crossed his arms over his chest. “I have a feeling you’re not gonna let this drop but if you must know. It’s thanks to Miranda why I’m like this. The bitch killed my parents when I was a kid. Eight if you wanna get technical about it and then she kidnapped me, did some weird shit and now I’m this.”

“I’m sorry Karl.” Your heart ached from hearing him, he was still a little boy. You couldn’t imagine how that might effect him. Shaking your head you slipped out of the chair you had been sitting in. Biting your tongue you then wrapped your arms around him in for a hug, you may have just met Karl but it felt like you’ve known him your entire life.

“But now I got you! So let’s get out of here!”

Eyes hardened you then shook your head as you cupped Karl’s cheeks. “Let’s kill the bitch!”

Eyes going wide for a moment Karl gave you a toothy grin. “Fuck that’s hot!”

Leaning in he then captured your lips in for a fiery kiss. “Fuck that’s hot! Shit! Let’s do it!”

That....was something you never wanted to do again. You were sitting next to Heisenberg, the man was looking all to pleased with himself as he sat next to you or you were rather sitting on your lap. Ethan and his wife were sitting across from you, Rose in her fathers arms. You honestly thought you were going to die during that fight but with Miranda dead and the other two houses dealt with you just wanted to take a nice hot bath and sleep for the next twenty eight hours.

“Y/n..”

“Hmm.” You were practically falling asleep against Karl’s shoulder.

“Thank you, for coming with me. For staying by my through out all of this and for helping me get my wife and daughter back.”

Opening your eyes for a moment you gave your brother a soft smile as you looked over at the two, they looked so in love. “Ethan you don’t need to thank me...but next time something goes wrong....call Chris.”

Karl huffed drawing you closer to his chest as he tried to get his own sleep. “You’re welcome...ya know.”

“Ya...and thank you too Heisenberg...for protecting my sister during all that crap....I hope Dimitrescu and her daughters will be alright.”

“They’ll be fine...Chris is personally going to relocate them to a safe location due to their help taking down Miranda, I even think Bela took a liking to the man.”

“How fun.”

“Noah! put that wheel barrel down! Alistair! Stop chasing your sister and please change back.”

“Aunt Y/n! Uncle Karl!.” You turned to see Rose rush forward, the girl looking like your brother more and more. You laughed capturing the girl as she threw her arms around you. Returning the hug, Karl gave you a nod as he kept by the grill. You then turned to see your brother with a tired smile on his face as he kept his arm tightly around his wife's pregnant waist.

“Hey sis!”

“Ethan, why don’t you guys go and sit.”

Nodding his head the man guided his wife towards the table though you heard your youngest voice shout of happiness.

“GRANDMA IS HERE!”

Karl let out a groan closing the grill, he knew what that meant. Turning to you he then wrinkled his nose. “Do I have too” 

“Yes...pleas.” 

Sighing he dropped his shoulders then walked over to you kissing your cheek. “And Karl....don’t hide this time.”

“Yes honey.”

The man sneered once Alcina ducked under your doorway, her nose wrinkling from the large back yard as her eyes scanned for any imperfections. Thank’s to Chris and the people he knew, they were able to create a bracelet that let them come out in the sun light.

“Everything is safe Alcina, now can you sit...please.”

Turning to you, the woman’s gaze softened as she bent down to cup your chin. “Now dear....I do hope Heisenberg has been treating you right.”

“Heisenberg has been amazing.” You weren’t lying, the man was really the best husband you could have asked for and a even better father. He loved you, you knew he loved you more than anything but his children were his world. You could remember when you first told him you were pregnant. How happy he was, that he broke down holding you close. His fingers gently rubbing your stomach, he was so scared that he might have hurt you.

“Ah...yes...I can see it.”

Laughing for a moment you nodded your head as you caught Cassandra and Daniel stepping out. The two of them rushing off to meet their niece’s and nephews. You almost miss Bela and Chris slipping in, now that was something you didn’t think would happen though here the two were. Look’s like Chris had found his soulmate in the village too. You smiled seeing the woman cooing at the baby in her arms as their son sat upon Chris’s shoulders.

Relaxing in the chair you felt another smile form on your face. Everything was perfect.

“Here! ya go! you picky bitch! one thing of Mountain Lion blood! you know how hard that shit is to get.” Karl snapped. 

Alcina gasped then scowled snatching the bottle blood from the mans hands. “I see you’re still a brutish oaf!”

“Oh! Ethan! do you think they’ll mind putting some bacon on my burger! and oh can you mix some peanut butter on my bun too!.”

“Of course honey, anything for you.”

“THAT WAS TOTALLY WICKED!!! DO IT AGAIN ROSE~”

“Mommy! do you think I can break rock’s like daddy did?”

“Of course you can sweetie!”

“Come on! this again! how did you people even find out about that!.”

Sighing you shook your head as your eyes looked over at your large family. It might look like an odd picture but it was yours and you wouldn’t trade it for anything.

[i-just-like-goats]

Yangyang x Female Reader Soulmate AU

Part of my soulmate series

Summary: Yangyang doesn’t appear to have a soulmate mark. Possibly the arrival of Ten’s sister will change things

WC: 1.7k

Warnings: alcohol consumption

Yangyang was envious. He was envious of Ten. Ten, who found his soulmate years ago. Ten who is happily in a relationship with the one he was destined to be with; and him? He didn’t even have a soulmate mark. At least none that he knew of. Others had heterochromia, some were colour blind, some had red strings, some had timers, some had tattoos, some had words. The list goes on. But his body stayed stubbornly without a mark. Curse the universe for giving him the short end of the stick. Why couldn’t he have received a more obvious soulmate mark? Unless he had no soulmate. No, that’s absurd; everyone has a soulmate. He just needed to have hope.

And the universe decided to give him hope.

“My sister’s coming. Her name’s Y/N - be nice,” Ten says to his group mates.

Yangyang nods absentmindedly, his entire focus still on his game.

“When! We need to clean the dorm. It’s a complete mess. Yangyang get up and clean your room,” Kun orders.

“Why? It’s not like she’s going to stay in my room,”

“That may be the case, but at least clean it for the sake of being tidy,”

“Yeah, yeah,”

Kun sighs and leaves to pick up and tidy loose possessions littered around the dorm. Yangyang obviously doesn’t want to make a bad impression but his game looks so tempting. With a sigh like Kun, he turns his console off and starts making his way to his room. Fortunately for him there aren't tonnes of things to tidy. Just the occasional piece of clothing on the floor, the unmade bed and the random notes sprawled all over on his desk. So much for a day off for relaxation. All he wants to do is be lazy, but his plans are ruined because of her arrival. Did he hate Ten’s sister? Certainly not. He was just disappointed that he could no longer lounge around the dorm the whole day. 

“Where’s Kun?” Yangyang asks Xiaojun

“Went to the store to get pet food,”

Yangyang throws himself onto the sofa, if he can’t relax the whole day, might as well make the most of the time he currently has until she arrives.

“Do you know where she’s staying?”

Ten answers Yangyang with:

“She’s staying at the WayV dorms and in my room,”

“Ok,”

“Why? Did you want to make a move?”

“No, I’m a free guy,”

“Sure. But you know she’s your age and really pretty after all she is my sister,”

“Wow Ten. So humble. And what does her age have to do with anything!”

“I don’t know. Maybe you’ll like her. Who knows?” Ten makes a suggestive face at Yangyang while shrugging.

“Whatever Ten,”

Their conversation is interrupted by Ten’s phone ringing. He grabs his phone from his pocket and waves the caller ID in front of Yangyang.

“Y/N, you’re on speaker so don’t curse at me,”

“Great way to say hello to your younger sister,”

“What can I say, I’m amazing like that,”

“Yeah sure. I’m at Incheon airport and you aren’t here,”

“It’s not that far. Anyway how was the flight, you sound tired,”

“Eh alright I guess I’m just a bit exhausted,”

“I see. Well I’ll leave the dorm now to pick you up,”

“Hurry up,”

“Bye,”

“Bye,”

Yangyang stares expectantly at Ten, as the latter slowly puts on his shoes and coat.

“Shouldn’t you be faster?”

“I’m going alright, it’s not that far. Why are you so concerned anyway?”

“I just think she’d be mad, I would be definitely mad if you kept me waiting,”

“Sure Yangyang, whatever you say,”

Helping Ten a little, Yangyang opens the door and gently pushes him out of the dorm with a reminder to be quick as Ten strolls down the corridor. Now, Yangyang could play his game with no interruptions from the older members.

“I’m home!” Ten called from the doorway.

That jolts Yangyang. He was fixated on playing his game that he didn’t notice the door open until Ten screeched. Yangyang leaves his room to see a girl trailing behind Ten.

“Getting old already? It’s from hunching at your desk and playing games all day,”

“Huh?”

Yangyang raises his eyebrows at Ten, but soon realises he was rubbing his lower back, as it suddenly felt sore.

“Whatever,”

“Anyway, Yangyang, this is my sister Y/N. Y/N, this is the menace called Yangyang,”

“Nice to meet you,” she says.

Y/N outstretches her hand for him to shake. Her hand is warm in his, and he smiles unconsciously at her. For a few minutes, they stay in that position, maintaining eye contact. They break eye contact once the other members file in to meet her and she’s preoccupied with greeting everyone. Yangyang feels a slight jolt of disappointment but shakes his head to clear his mind. No way did he just feel disappointed that her attention isn’t on him. 

The dinner they share is a simple, yet delicious meal, courtesy of Kun.

“If I get to eat like this every day, I might just move in here,” Y/N jokes.

“No objection here,” Yangyang mutters without thinking.

The other members and Y/N stare at him, each with mixed reactions. Yangyang continues eating, not understanding why everyone’s eyes are on him.

“Thank you Y/N. We’d be happy to let you stay, but I think the state this dorm can get into will just drive you away,” Kun replies to break the momentary silence.

“I suppose so,”

The chatter continues. Ten nudges Yangyang’s side with his elbow.

“What was that about?”

“What was what about?”

“The wanting Y/N to stay,”

“I never said that,”

“You definitely did,”

“I did?”

Yangyang looks up from his plate and briefly meets Y/N’s eyes. He hastily averts his eyes to focus on Ten. A small hint of colour rises to his cheeks.

“What was that?”

“Nothing. Can we just eat?”

Ten silently agrees but decides to keep his eye on Yangyang.

The next few days pass with nothing significant happening. Just a few tender glances from Yangyang and the occasional brief eye contact between the two.

“Y/N, are you coming with us tonight?” Kun asked.

“What’s happening tonight?”

“Johnny is throwing a party to celebrate Jie’s birthday,”

“Yeah sure, I’ll come,”

Yangyang snaps his head up but looks quickly back at the floor again when he makes eye contact with her. Maybe he would have to change his mind and actually go to the party.

“And you Yangyang?” Kun asks with a knowing smile.

“Definitely,”

Yangyang definitely feels some regret at coming to the party. He lost Y/N to everyone else’s soulmates, so he drank some alcohol. So much for spending some time with her. 

The walls appear to be vibing to the upbeat music playing. What is this? A club? Perhaps he drank a bit more than some alcohol.

“Hey, watch it,” a voice slurs.

A body leans against him. He sobers up immediately when he sees who it is.

“Y/N?”

“Oh?” She squints her eyes. “It’s just you,”

“You’re drunk,”

Yangyang gently grabs her wrist to lead her to a more quiet area, which is difficult to find in the bustling area, so he opts for somewhere outside. She sits down on a bench with a pout and Yangyang takes a seat next to her.

“I want to go back,”

“I suppose it was a little selfish of me to take you out here,”

She makes no reply and continues to pout for a few seconds until she settles her eyes on Yangyang’s side profile.

“I wish you were my soulmate,” Y/N announces.

“What makes you think we aren’t?”

Y/N’s eyes widen slightly and seem to become clearer.

“You know,” Yangyang starts, “I have this tattoo. It’s fairly recent; it appeared after we met; and it says your name,”

“Let me tell you a secret. So do I,” 

To Y/N, Yangyang’s look of surprise is one of confusion.

“It doesn’t say ‘Y/N’,” she adds hastily, “It says your name: ‘Yangyang’.” She rolls her sleeve up to reveal his name.

The long sleeves make sense now. She likely was too embarrassed to show off his name while at the dorms.

“No, I get that, but I'm just surprised. I didn’t expect the same to happen to you too. Mine’s on my lower back. I didn’t notice until a few days ago,”

“I guess we’re soulmates. I’m glad,” she announces.

“I’m scared,”

“So am I,”

Yangyang wasn’t sure if it’s the alcohol still in his system or if he’s simply going crazy, but their faces seem to inch closer and closer. He stops himself.

“You won’t remember this tomorrow. You might regret it,” he whispers.

“Who says I’m going to regret kissing my soulmate?”

With no hesitation, Y/N firmly presses her lips against his. It’s a short tender kiss, and they move to do it again until they are interrupted.

“I knew it!”

Yangyang wrenches himself as far away from Y/N as possible, who pouts again. She faces the intruder and her eyes widen comically. Curious, Yangyang turns his head around to see Y/N’s brother. Ten. Ten, who’s smirking at the two of them.

“You guys should stop sucking face, they’re singing Happy Birthday in a few minutes,”

“It was only one,” Yangyang mutters.

With one last pointed stare at the pair, Ten walks back inside.

“He kept making suggestions for the two of us to date,” Yangyang admits.

“Did the exact same thing to me. Bet he’s feeling so smug right now,”

“And there’s no way to wipe that smirk of his smug face,”

“We can’t fight it. He was right, and for once, I’m grateful he’s right, so shall we?”

Y/N stands up first to hold out her hand for Yangyang to take. He does so with a grin and they both make their way back to everyone else.

“Your smile is so goofy right now,” Ten whispers to Yangyang as they walk hand in hand.

“You’re goofy.” Too happy to insult his soulmate’s brother, he says the first thing to come to mind.

“I may be goofy, but I’m right. You should thank me for bringing you two together,”

“He’s got a point. Thank you, Ten. I’m glad you forced me to visit you, because I was able to find my soulmate,”

“You’re welcome kiddos. I feel like a proud parent,”

Y/N smiles at her soulmate and he smiles back at her. Yangyang is no longer envious of Ten, for he believes all his waiting and disappointment has been worth it to find: his soulmate Y/N. And he couldn’t be happier.

[theinkedfoxsl]

soultember list

1: Ezel/reader - See colour for the first time when you meet, fades away when they die

2: Blackthorn - Reincarnation, yeah i want to write about death deity heath, sue me.

3: Mors Caeli - Timer that counts down until they meet.

4: Katseiji - First words spoken to one another.

5: Spiced Maple - Red String, but different from the other fic i wrote lol?

6: Su/reader - Special Song, you and your soulmate share a special melody known only to the both of you, and it gets louder/clearer the closer you are to them.

7: Knight Time - you can't see the color that your soulmate has in their eyes til you meet them

8: Frozen Shadow - Each others’ last words (to one another)

9: Artisan/Reader - Everything you draw on yourself appears on your soulmate.

10: Kevin Kaslana/reader - Being able to taste the same thing

11: Iceheart’s Aria - Can hear your soulmate’s voice in your head

12: Nightsky - Your soulmate’s injuries appear on you.

13: Ambros Twins - Everyone has life points/years left in their life, and people can give their soulmates their own life points/years if they’re lacking

14: Frozen Heart - Only your soulmate can kill you.

15: Emil/reader - You will keep looping your life until you meet your soulmate. 

16: Severed Pasts - After death, you become your soulmate’s guardian angel

17: Doctor’s Orders - Cellphones between soulmates are in the same condition (cracked screens are in the same places)

18: Flying Colours - Everyone has heterochromia, one eye is your natural colour the other is your soulmate’s natural colour. Once you meet all eyes return to natural colour.

19: Whiskers! - Have the same heart beat

20: Prayers of the Godless - Being next to soulmate heals injuries 

21: Of Blood & Wine - Same marking on each other’s skin (a rose)

22: Sunrise Lovers - If you’re having a good/bad day, your soulmate will have the same amount of good/bad day. 

23: Sulien/reader - Share temperature babyyy

24: Ohm/reader - When you get sick, so does your soulmate

25: Decord/reader - When someone touches your soulmate, you can feel it mirrored on your skin.

26: Moonlight Shard - soulmates share a symbol unique to them

27: (HOTV)Sirin/reader - Whatever your soulmate eats, you get a craving for it.

28: Dawnlit Ice - Can meet soulmate any time in a shared mind space

29: Galin/reader - Temperature gets hotter the nearer they are, colder when they are further away

30: Honoré/reader - Instead of removing flower petals for “loves me, loves me not” the flower petals dictate whether you’ll meet in this lifetime (“meet me, meet me not”) and it’s forever accurate.

[oblivious-writing]

#10 SOULMATE PROMPTS

Hi! How are you today? I wrote these overnight, tell me which one is your favorite :)

soulmate au where you can’t hear anything but your voice and your soulmate’s. some people can’t find their soulmate because they’re deaf or mute.

soulmate au where a constellation appears progressively on your body the more you interact with your soulmate.

soulmate au where you know a line from your soulmate’s favorite book / tv show / movie, but you don’t know where it’s from until you meet your soulmate.

soulmate au where your soulmate’s last touch appear on your body. you don’t know who’s your soulmate until they're gone.

soulmate au where you can’t talk until you meet your soulmate. some kids are already talking and some elderly people can’t talk.

soulmate au where you and your soulmate can finish each other’s sentences. two best friend realize they’ve been doing this for the past few months, two complete strangers meet and finish each other’s sentences.

soulmate au where you have central heterochromia. the inside of the iris is your soulmate’s eye color and the outside is your eye color.

soulmate au where you and your soulmate share a feature. it can be a mole on your ringer finger, a big scar on your leg or a birthmark on your neck. it doesn’t appear at the same time and can be related to anything.

soulmate au where you’re able to read your soulmate’s thoughts only if they’re within a 5 miles or kilometers radius.

soulmate au where there’s a red string wrapped around your ring finger. it is connected to your soulmate’s ring finger but whatever you do, you can’t reach your soulmate by following it (it fades away and reappears when you touch your soulmate’s hand).

PS: I don't think they've been written before so credit me if you use them.

[imlovethomassanders]

Eyes are the Windows to the Soul(mates) - Chapter 1

You can also read on ao3

Huge thank you to @strongindependentcheesecake​ for beta reading this beast

This work is complete, and new chapters will be added everyday until completion:

Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 (FINAL)

Summary: The lucky few who have a soulmate are born with heterochromia, with their left eye being the color of their soulmate's eyes and their right eye being their own color. Not only was Virgil one of the lucky few to have a soulmate, but he was given four. His left eye changed colors every time he blinked, rotating between his four soulmates' eye colors. His rotating eye colors caused him to be a bit of an outcast growing up, but when he finally leaves for college, things start to fall into place. This is the journey of five strangers finding each other.

Pairings: DLAMP with background Remile

Warnings: None I believe

Words: 3283

Taglist:  @touchstarvedvirgil @lamp-calm-sanders @ninjago2020 @confinesofpersonalknowledge @secret-novelisthost18 @phander-sides @sherlock-lives-on-bakerstreet @bookbingingproblem @viana-dascolli @sharktryingtofly

Virgil stared at himself in the mirror, watching his left eye. Right now it was a light brown so golden it was almost yellow. Virgil blink. His left eye was now a deep shade of blue. He blinked again. Light green. Blinked again. A deep, rich brown. Again. Back to light brown.

Virgil forced back the tears welling up in his eyes as he watched the pattern over and over and over again, all the while his right eye stayed a lighter shade of gray.

The lucky few who had soulmates had heterochromia. Their right eye is their own eye color while their left eye is the color of their soulmate's. Once you and your soulmate meet, your left eye changes into your own eye color.

Virgil was a special case. Soulmates themselves were a rare thing to have. More than one was almost unheard of.

When Virgil was young, his dad pulled out a chair and sat across from him. His dad explained that he had soulmates, and how most people who had soulmates just had one. But it appeared Virgil had four. Virgil stared at his dad.

"What's a soulmate?"

Once Virgil had finally grasped the concept he gasped and ran into the bathroom and blinked rapidly, watching the color of his left eye change.

A couple years later, Virgil noticed his dad would get embarrassed whenever someone brought up Virgil's left eye. He then noticed that other people talked about his eye as if it was abnormal.

Virgil didn't understand. People who had soulmates were usually seen as lucky and were celebrated. He couldn't understand what was wrong with him.

On the first day of school, his teacher gasped in surprise when she first saw Virgil blink. The other kids noticed her reaction, and as kids do as they see, followed in her footsteps and treated Virgil like he was a strange irregularity.

Very quickly Virgil himself grew embarrassed of his left eye. He felt guilty that he felt ashamed over his soulmates, but he couldn't help it. Every time someone noticed his eye color they all gave him the same weird stare. He couldn't stand being forced into the center of attention like that.

Starting in middle school, Virgil started to grow out his bangs to help hide his eyes more.

In high school, Virgil stopped interacting with people as much as to not risk more judgement.

He was an outcast, and all because the universe decided to give him four soulmates.

That's why Virgil so often found himself in the bathroom, watching his eye change color. It was reassuring to watch, knowing that there were actually four people out there that the world promised to him would love and accept him.

Their eyes were so beautiful. Virgil already loved them.

But as much as he yearned to meet his soulmates, he was scared. Virgil had persuaded himself that these four people were the most wonderful people in the world, and that he was nothing.

He couldn't help but think his four soulmates didn't deserve him. Streams of thoughts constantly played on loop through his head. What if they already met and were perfectly happy without him? What if when they meet him they decide they were better off without him? What if they didn't love him like he already loved them?

Virgil sighed before pulling his hair back over his forehead and going back into his bedroom. He fell onto his bed and stared at the ceiling.

What do his soulmates think of having four soulmates? What did they think whenever they saw his gray eye next to theirs?

Did they have to deal with as much judgement over multiple soulmates as he did?

Virgil was snapped out of his thoughts by his dad yelling at him. Virgil groaned before yelling back a response and dragging himself out of his bed.

*

College. The word made Virgil sick to his stomach. He pulled into the dorm parking lot and took out his car keys, but he didn't get out of the car.

He was here on an art scholarship, and he couldn't be more grateful, but the idea of college also scared the shit out of him. He took a shaky breath before opening the car door and dragging out his first bag.

As he walked into the dorm lobby, he kept an eye out for people with two eye colors. While he told himself not to get his hopes up, he couldn't help but watch for his possible soulmates.

He got his room key after an uncomfortable encounter with the dorm mom (why did she have to mention Virgil's eyes?) and starting lugging his suitcase up to the second floor.

His grip on his suitcase tightened as he thought about his new dorm mate. He prayed to god that his dorm mate wasn't a prick and that he wouldn't care that Virgil had four soulmates.

He unlocked the door and slowly opened it only to find his roommate hadn't arrived yet. He sighed in relief and dropped his suitcase on the nearest bed before turning around to go back and grab the last of his bags.

*

It was late afternoon and Virgil was in the middle of unpacking when he heard the lock on the doorknob turning. He turned around as the door opened to reveal his roommate. Virgil's eyes widened.

"Hi!" the boy exclaimed happily with a large grin on his face. Virgil almost died on the spot from the cuteness in front of him.

He was slightly shorter than Virgil, with curlier hair and freckles peppering his face, neck and shoulders. Virgil then looked at his eyes and his breath hitched.

His right eye was a light green and his left eye was a deep blue.

"It's so wonderful to meet you. I'm Patton!" he said happily as he came into the room and closed the door behind him. He hadn't noticed yet.

"I- I'm Virgil," he managed to stutter. This was the last thing he expected.

"Great to met ya, Virgil! I-" Patton turned to face more towards Virgil then stopped in his tracks and gasped. They stared at each other for a few seconds before Patton's face broke into a grin.

Virgil had to make sure.

Without a word Virgil went into the bathroom and stared at his left eye. Light brown. Blink. Blue. Blink. Dark brown.

It skipped green.

Virgil thought he was going to hyperventilate.

"Are you okay?" Virgil heard Patton ask in a soft voice. Without removing his gaze from the mirror, Virgil nodded slowly.

"I-" Virgil started before snapping his mouth shut. He had no idea what to say.

"Can... Can I hug you?" Patton asked. Virgil quickly turned his attention back towards Patton. He nodded.

Patton threw his arms around Virgil's shoulders and Virgil moved his arms around Patton's waist.

"I'm so happy to finally meet you," Patton whispered in Virgil's ear. Virgil shuddered.

"Me too."

*

Virgil helped Patton bring up the rest of his bags, and afterwards Patton was insistent on taking Virgil out for coffee. Virgil agreed, but his heart was racing in his chest as he walked toward the student union with Patton.

Once inside the union they talked about whatever random things they could think of. Virgil discovered that Patton was also an art major here on scholarship and lived in a town farther away than he did. His favorite color was yellow and he thought snickerdoodle cookies are the best things ever created.

"So, was your hometown small like mine?" Virgil asked. Patton nodded.

"Sorry if this is too personal, but... did you have a hard time growing up with four soulmates?"

This question had been burning in Virgil's mind for years, and now that one of his soulmates was in front of him he just had to ask.

"Did you?" was Patton's response. Virgil nodded. Patton smiled sadly.

"So did I," he admitted. "It was a very cookie-cutter conservative town. People must've thought there was something wrong with me. I could never make any close friends."

Patton just shrugged.

"But it's okay because now I have you," he said as he reached out and grabbed Virgil's hand.

Virgil felt the blush rise in his cheeks.

*

Patton and Virgil quickly discovered that both of them were touch-starved and craved attention, so they gave each other just that. Growing up so secluded and alone, such gentleness was almost foreign to them and they relished in the soft touches and tender glances they shared. They had a few more days until classes started and they spent almost the whole time together, either together in the dorm or exploring campus.

The two shared their first kiss the day they had met. They were sitting on the beanbag chair Patton had brought, Patton's legs over Virgil's lap as they talked and basked in each other's company. Their eyes met and for a moment the world was still. Virgil leaned forward slightly before hesitating, and Patton closed the gap.

The kiss was chaste and brief, as that was all the two could handle right now, but it was more than enough and smiles adorned the blushing faces of the two boys as Patton pulled himself closer to Virgil.

It had been three days since they both arrived on campus and classes were starting the next morning. Virgil found it too difficult to sleep, and after an hour of tossing and turning, Patton invited him to his own bed. As Virgil climbed out of his bed to Patton's, he thought that he would still be too nervous to sleep, but now for a different reason than classes. But once Patton's arms wrapped around Virgil and pulled him close to his chest, Virgil found he was able to sleep easily.

It had been only a couple of weeks since the two met, and they were sitting alone outside on a bench shrouded by bushes. It was growing darker, and the two knew they needed to head back to their dorm but neither could find the motivation to leave. Patton was humming something as Virgil had his head rested on Patton's shoulder.

"I'm so lucky," Patton whispered, interrupting his little song. Virgil looked up at him.

"Trust me, I'm the lucky one here," Virgil responded. Patton shook his head.

"You're so wonderful, Virgil. I-" Patton paused. "I... I think I'm falling in love with you."

The words were shaky, and Virgil could feel Patton tense up. He sat up so he could look at Patton, and frowned slightly as he saw Patton's terrified expression.

This was almost too fast for Virgil, but whenever he looked at Patton he felt this wave of emotion run over him, and he truly understood the power of soulbonds and just how lucky he was to be one of the few to have them.

"I'm falling in love with you, too."

*

"Virgil, honey, you gotta stop pressing snooze," Patton whispered. Patton just grunted and pulled himself closer to Patton. It was a few months into the school year and Virgil still wasn't used to waking up so early.

"I wanna stay with you," he mumbled into Patton's shirt. He heard Patton sigh, but he knew he was smiling.

"Do you promise to get up as soon as I get out of the shower?" Patton asked as he gently moved Virgil off his chest. Virgil nodded.

Before Patton could get out of bed, Virgil grabbed his arm and pulled him down so he could kiss him. Patton smiled and put his hands on Virgil's cheeks as he kissed back. Once apart, Patton smiled at Virgil with a look of such adoration that Virgil almost melted under the gaze. Patton blink, causing his eye to change from brown to blue. Virgil smiled and pulled Patton back to him, but Patton cut the kiss short.

"You're too good for me," Virgil sighed as he laid back down. He buried himself in more blankets to make up for the loss of warmth after Patton left.

Upon hearing that on Monday and Wednesdays Virgil had to get up earlier than him, Patton made it a habit to wake up early with Virgil even though he didn't have to. Virgil was incredibly grateful for that.

"I am not," Patton said as he grabbed a towel and closed the bathroom door.

*

Virgil held Patton's hand as they made their way to the cafeteria. They had grown used to the weird looks people gave them, since they were holding hands while their eyes were still two different colors. Most just assumed they were dating despite having soulmates, the thought of multiple soulmates never crossing their minds.

The air had that morning coolness to it and their shoes got slightly wet from the morning dew. The sun wasn't completely up so the light wasn't as bright as it made it's way through the tree branches. The early morning birds were still singing when Virgil opened the Union door for Patton. Even though Virgil hated waking up so early, he enjoyed the calm atmosphere of early mornings.

"How's your art project coming along?" Virgil asked as they sat down at their normal table by the window.

"Great!" Patton exclaimed as he opened his orange juice. How Patton could drink orange juice while eating waffles with syrup would always confuse Virgil.

"That's good to hear," Virgil said. "I'm struggling. Can't exactly figure out what I want to do next."

"Well, I can help you this afternoon," Patton offered as he drowned his waffles in syrup. Virgil couldn't help but snicker.

"What?"

"Nothing. And I'd appreciate that."

*

Virgil made it through college easier than he thought, and it was all because of Patton. Patton had been his rock, always supportive and always there to help Virgil.

Neither of them had any idea how hard summer would be.

They lived too far away from each other to see each other often. The two had grown used to having the other around, and they didn't look forward to going back to distant parents and lonely hometown.

"I'll call you, like, everyday. Unless you don't want me to and that would annoy you-"

"I'd love that," Virgil quickly reassured him. He tried to keep himself together as Patton was already on the verge of tears.

"Okay, well, we'll get together again as soon as possible, right?" Patton asked. His voice cracked at the end and it broke Virgil's heart.

"Yeah, of course."

Patton threw himself into Virgil's arms. Patton only let go so he could kiss Virgil, and Virgil kissed back, desperate. When they broke apart, Virgil saw that Patton had started crying, and that was the end for Virgil. A few tears escaped his eyes before he quickly wiped them away.

"I'll see you soon, babe. I promise," Virgil said before pulling Patton in for another quick kiss.

"See you soon," Patton said before they both walked away towards their cars.

*

That summer went by agonizingly slow. They were only able to see each other a couple of times. And Virgil couldn't believe he was saying this, but he couldn't wait for school to start back up.

They both requested to share a dorm again and were relieved when the college gave them the same room. They agreed to both get there as early in the morning as they could so they could see each other as soon as possible.

Virgil, as expected, got there sooner than Patton as he lived closer. He couldn't stop his hands from shaking as he unpacked and waited.

He heard the door unlock and he froze. The door quickly swung open and there was Patton.

He ran into the room and threw the door closed before jumping into Virgil's arms. His legs wrapped around Virgil's waist and Virgil held him as tightly as he could.

"Oh my god, I missed you," Virgil whispered. He heard Patton take a shaky breath and felt tears fall onto his neck.

"I missed you, too. I missed you I missed you I missed you," Patton whispered.

The phone calls and skype calls could never equate to seeing Patton in person, to being able to hold him and feel him.

Virgil put Patton down and smiled down at him before finally leaning to kiss him. It started off slow and gentle, before being replaced with a sense of urgency and eagerness. Patton's hands tangled themselves in Virgil's hair as he pulled him closer. Virgil's hands found themselves on Patton's back as he pushed their bodies together. Soft gasps escaped both of them as their bodies pressed together and the kiss became needier. Though they briefly discussed taking things further, they both agreed they would prefer to wait until the met the three others. So the two separated and placed their foreheads together. They breathed heavily for a moment before Patton smiled and started giggling. Virgil couldn't help but smirk back.

"I love you," Virgil said.

"I love you, too," Patton responded before pulling Virgil back into another kiss.

*

Their sophomore year went smoothly, and before they knew it, summer was back. This goodbye was easier, knowing what they were going into.

It was about a month into the summer and Virgil was just laying in bed, scrolling through Tumblr on his laptop. It was only a couple of days until Virgil could go drive up to see Patton and stay with him for a couple of weeks, and he was really excited.

Virgil heard his text notification go off and reached over for his phone.

Patton <3: Get on skype!!!

Virgil sat up straight and fixed his hair a bit before opening the app. As soon as the window loaded he got a video call request from Patton.

"Hey, babe," Virgil said, voice a bit raspy from lack of use throughout the day.

"Hey, honey!! I got really big news!"

"What's up!"

"Look at my eye!" Patton leaned in a bit closer and blinked. His left eye changed from the dark brown to the light brown. Patton blinked again and it went straight back to dark brown, skipping blue. Virgil gasped.

"You met them??"

"Yeah! Oh, Virgil, he's incredible. I can't wait for you to meet him on Saturday.

Virgil's heart rate increased.

"He asked me to go with him to a museum tomorrow and of course I wanted to say yes but then I told him that I had already met you and that I wanted to wait for you to come to town as you were coming in two days and oh, Virgil, you should've seen the look on his face at the idea getting to meet you so soon-"

"Slow down, babe," Virgil said. Patton took a deep breath.

"Anyways, you're going to love him. I-"

"Patton!" Virgil heard Patton's mother yell offscreen. Patton winced slightly before continuing.

"Sorry, I gotta go. I'll call you later tonight though, promise!"

"Yeah, okay."

"I love you, Virgil," Patton said softly.

"I love you, too, Pat."

Patton smiled and ended the call.

Virgil fell back against his pillow again.

Patton had met another one.

His mind immediately fell into a hole of self-doubt. What if Patton loved this new guy more than him? What if the new guy doesn't like him? What if Patton and his other soulmate like each other more than him? What if he doesn't have a place in this relationship anymore??

He took a deep breath and told himself to calm down. Patton loved him. From what he knew of soulbonds from his time with Patton, he knew he should be able to click with his other soulmate immediately.

He couldn't get himself to believe that.

[beckydoesthings]

various fics of hxl that i adore reading! this list is quite lengthy, but feel free to message me if you have any questions!

*will continue to be updated. also, if i mistagged you, i apologize, i do not know how to tumblr*

Love Is a Rebellious Bird

E | 134k | @100percentsassy and gloria_andrews

AU in which the boys still make music. Louis is the concertmaster of the London Symphony Orchestra, Harry is the New! and Exciting! interim conductor/ex-cello prodigy who "has made Mozart cool again" according to Esquire Magazine (Louis hates him immediately, which is definitely why he internet stalked him in his dark bedroom late at night that one time), and Niall is the best. Zayn and Liam are around too.

Don't hum Bolero.

i think this tickled every bone of my musical self and also made me cry (are you seeing a theme here??) one of the first fics i fell in love with and one i keep coming back to.

Collision

E | 226k | @tequiladimples

Mythology/Fairytale!AU in which Louis is a dainty fairy with a temper who wants to be intimidating and Harry hurts people. Naturally, they hate each other.

(Featuring Liam, the big and not-so-bad wolf who’s got a thing for humans, Zayn, a human with supernaturally good looks, and Niall, the cupid who just wants his job to be easier.)

the world building in this one is insanity - so much good mythology mixed in and it made me screech with joy. i think i can firmly say that i did not expect where the plot went, but that made the story so much better.

Flour and Chocolate

M | 145k | @danosphere91

It was nice, for a bakery he supposed.

Then he approached the display cabinet.

And the foreboding slammed into him. Because every product had letters next to it. Letters. GF, DF, V, O, VGN.

What. The. Fuck?

Lifting his eyes to the chalkboard menu spread across the back wall Louis felt physically ill. ‘Gluten-free’, ‘organic’, ‘vegan’, ‘paleo’, ‘dair-…’ Wait, what the fuck was a paleo? He had entered some hipster-trash establishment and it was more than time to get out.

OR

Louis is a single dad and Harry works at the newly opened bakery down the street.

the miscommunication in this fic is SO REAL and makes for a good read. the rest of the flour and chocolate series is also fantastic. i thoroughly enjoyed both the ziam and ed/niall arcs that bring the whole story together.

run away home

E | 106k | @hattalove

Louis stands, in the middle of a clearing with his hands in his pockets, and stares. This boy—God, this gorgeous, gorgeous boy. He seems so clumsy, confused at the best of times, but there’s a wisdom about him as he speaks, a maturity that belies his age.

Louis is hopelessly, wildly attracted to him.

or, louis is a successful jockey down on his luck, struggling to get his life back on track after an injury. harry has a horse, a house fit for a prince, and a broken heart.

it takes them a while to figure out that they need each other.

this makes my inner horse girl extraordinarily happy - even if i don’t know anything about horse racing. louis’ story in this is beautiful and makes the whole piece worth a read.

waiting for the tides to meet

E | 60k | @nauticalleeds

Louis lets out a deep breath, thinking about Harry’s soulmate. Thinking about how Harry’s soulmate is probably as beautiful as Harry, some person that Louis cannot compare to, and how the universe has chosen them to be Harry’s. Fuck the universe. “Fuck you,” he calls out to the universe. He’s aware of how crazy he sounds.

Maybe he is crazy, with how he’s falling for Harry. And fuck that, too.

Soulmate AU. Everyone is born with heterochromia — one eye is their own eye colour, while the other is the colour of their soulmate's. It's only when they meet their soulmate for the first time that their own eyes match properly. After a hazy night at a frat party, Louis wakes up to blue eyes and the shocking realization that he had met his soulmate, without any sober recollection. Seven years pass where Louis comes to terms with the fact that he'll never know who his soulmate is. Then one fated summer, a beautiful green-eyed photographer arrives at Louis' workplace, with promises of endless laughter and a familiar feeling in Louis' heart.

Featuring a lovely cup of OT5, a road trip down the coast, and a scene where Harry eats a whole head of lettuce. Don't ask why.

gorgeous soulmate AU that gives me summer cruising vibes. worth the read for the lettuce scene alone (i kid, i kid)

Do Not Go Gentle

E | 70k | @afirethatcannotdie

“This is all a game to you, isn’t it? Well, it’s not for me. This is a real life or death situation,” Louis says, spitting the words at him. “And I just don’t think you’re cut out for it.”

For a moment, they stare at each other in complete silence. Harry can feel his blood thrumming between his ears, can see Louis glaring at him, feels red-hot anger. And then all he feels, oppressively and desperately, is lust.

Suddenly Louis is surging up to him to press his lips against Harry’s. Harry walks the two of them backwards, pressing Louis back against the door. Louis oomphs in surprise and brings his hands under Harry’s scrub top, scratching at his lower back.

“Lock — oh — lock the… fucking door,” Louis mutters.

When Harry Styles starts his first day as a surgical intern, he expects a lot of things: to treat patients, to observe a surgery, to feel a bit overwhelmed. What he definitely doesn't expect, however, is that the handsome guy he kicked out of his bed this morning is also an intern.

A Grey’s Anatomy AU where tensions are high, Harry and Louis are hooking up in secret, and no one has time for love. Or do they?

okay i’ve watched maybe 3 episodes of Gray’s Anatomy, but i feel like this encompasses the vibe of the show: medical stuff with a hefty dose of angst and sexual tension

Falling For Me Won’t Be A Mistake

M | 58k | @all-these-larrythings

Harry is married to his job and so overworked that he doesn't know how to stop. All it takes is a forced Hawaiian get-a-away, the warm tropical breeze of the island, and the most beautiful, elusive man he's ever seen to make him remember what living is like outside of work. Well, that, and the little souvenir he accidentally takes home with him.

one of my favorite mpreg fics so if that’s not your cup of tea, then don’t read it. i love surgeon harry with a vengeance, but honestly Gems and Niall are iconic in this one.

Watching the World Fall

E | 11k | @crazyupsetter why won’t it let me tag :(

This segment has been going on long enough that Louis knows what’s coming before James starts in on it, trying to sell him on something he knows that Louis wouldn’t normally be buying. But there’s four cameras surrounding him, and an audience watching him expectantly, so if Louis wants to continue convincing people that he’s doing just fine, he’s going to have to go along with it.

“We have a whole host of single men backstage waiting to meet you, Louis,” James tells him. “We want to help you find love tonight, on Late Late Live Tinder. Is this okay? Do you want to play?”

It actually kind of makes sense that his first date after the break-up is going to be just as public as said break-up. Something like coming full circle.

“Alright, James,” Louis agrees, hopping down off his stool.

“Okay, come down to the stage,” James says. Louis can’t even tell whether the excitement in his voice is genuine or not. “Right now, come on down!”

i have a soft spot the size of Antarctica for Late Late AU fics (we stan James Corden) and for exes to lovers so this checks all the boxes.

autumn leaves

E | 27k | @suspendrs

“Brave?” Harry frowns, caught off guard. “No, not particularly.”

“You seem brave,” Louis decides, pushing off the wall and stepping on the butt of his cigarette. “You are strong, and you are not mean. That’s good,” he assures, touching Harry’s arm gently.

“Thank you, but that’s not true,” Harry smiles ruefully. “I’m really not anything special.”

Or, Harry is an American soldier in France during World War II, and Louis is a French waiter that doesn't mean to fall in love with him.

love love french AUs and while this one isn’t sunshine and rainbows, it’s a beautiful yet heart wrenching piece. warning for period typical homophobia

caught up in your love affair

NR | 8k | @disgruntledkittenface

“And the corgis took to you straightaway,” Harry remarks.

“That’s true,” Louis chuckles.

 “I’ve spent the last 29 years being barked at,” Harry deadpans, jerking his hand toward Louis, “this one walks in, absolutely nothing.”

Louis outright giggles at that, saying, “They were just lying on my feet during tea.”

“Wagging tails,” Harry says, shaking his head.

“It’s because they don’t understand flirting,” Louis tells him, “you can’t charm them the way you do everyone else.”

Royal AU. Prince Harry announces his engagement to Louis Tomlinson in an interview with longtime friend and BBC host Nick Grimshaw. Inspired by Prince Harry and Meghan Markle.

just. 8k of royal fluff. that’s literally it and i adore it so much.

Apples Always Fall (As I Do For You)

M | 54k | @rainbowsandgucci

”Due to unforeseen circumstances, help is needed here at the orchard for the impending apple season. Looking for someone able to start within the next week or two at the most, is willing to do whatever miscellaneous tasks are needed, such as picking & packing apples, running the cash register, and other handywork that may need to be done. Must be good with customers, and able to lift up to 50lbs. Help will be needed until at the least the end of October. Please contact the number found on this page, or come out to the orchard and ask for Harry. All the love xx” --- Louis is staying at his Aunt's farm in a small town in Minnesota for four months. To deal with the boredom that sets in a week into his stay, he starts working at the local apple orchard, owned by twenty six year old Harry Styles. Louis quickly finds himself falling in love with the orchard, and he finds a family in Harry's friends Niall, Liam, and Zayn. He also starts to fall in love with Harry. Falling in love with him turns out to be the easy part.

i never thought i would enjoy an apple orchard fic?? but it’s so good?? farmer harry makes me laugh to think about, but the heartbreak in this fic is so. real.

Mine Would Be You

E | 114k | @crinkle-eyed-boo

Louis blinks his eyes open, his eyelids fluttering as the room swims around him. He takes several gulps of beer once he confirms that he’s definitely not hallucinating, that the very first portrait Harry Styles ever painted of him is hanging on that wall.

Louis stares at the wall, his heart jackrabbiting in his chest as he realizes that there’s not just one painting of him, there’s five, the portraits lined up like they’re some sort of storyboard depicting the rise and fall of his deepest love. His greatest heartache. A pain that cut him so deep that he left the fucking country, severing all ties with his life in New York, now suddenly surrounding him as if he’d never left.

Fucking shit motherfucker fuck.

Louis returns to New York City five years after he left it – and the love of his life – behind. He didn't intend to see Harry again, but fate has a funny way of pulling them together, whether they like it or not. After making a begrudging truce, they both start to wonder: Would it be so bad if history repeated itself?

exes to lovers drama but make it extra sad. the fact that we see so many facets to this story just makes it all the more painful, yet beautiful. this fic also reminds me of how much i love one mister niall horan.

One for Luck

E | 96k | @leavingonatrain

The very first time Louis remembers hearing Harry Styles' deep, deep voice, he's just won gold at the World Equestrian Games and he's officially back on Great Britain's Olympic team. He's also three sheets to the wind, drunk on victory and champagne, and there's a gorgeous boy whispering in his ear. Life's grand.

(AU: Louis and Harry are professional riders on the British Olympic team.)

again, i know nothing about horses, but i like to pretend i do for the sake of this fic. it’s beautiful, it’s smutty what else could you ask for?

Nothing But You On My Mind

E | 83k | @absoloutenonsense

Louis Tomlinson is a PR manager hired to improve the image of royal bad-boy Prince Harry Styles. Unfortunately for him, that means being faced with the Prince's constant innuendos, incessant dirty jokes, and relentless flirting. Louis just wants to make it to Princess Gemma's coronation; once she's crowned Queen, his contract is up and he never has to see the Prince again.

i absolutely. definitely. sobbed tears at this fic. it’s just so beautifully painful to read. don’t want to spoil anything, but this is a must.

Adore You

M | 67k | @isthatyoularry

“We invited our new acquaintances from uptown. You’ve simply got to meet their oldest son!” said his mother with a flourish, and suddenly it became abundantly clear as to why his parents had so adamantly demanded he join them in Deansville for the entirety of the summer.

Against his wishes, Harry spends the holidays at his family’s summer estate, and is reluctantly pulled into a courtship he didn’t ask for. Harry doesn’t want to get married, but Louis does. They don’t fit, but then again they really, really do.

Vaguely set in the 1920’s. Headpieces, jazz, fashionable canes, and flapper dresses, and that.

i strongly relate to harry in this one! one of my favorite historical AUs and honestly i love the thought of louis in well fitting suits.

leave it to the breeze

E | 81k | @hattalove

Louis couldn’t be prouder of his bake, but there’s something���there’s something. Something about Harry Styles and the earnest way he measures, pours, mixes, scrapes. Something about the tip of his tongue poking out of his mouth as he knocks the air out of his batter.

or a great british bake off au in which louis cares about winning and winning only, harry is made of sunshine and rainbow sprinkles, and niall sticks his nose into other people's business. also featuring liam as louis's best friend-slash-concerned mother, and zayn as a macaron connoisseur.

i. love. the. great british baking show. baking + h&l is amazing. and another reminder as to why niall is the absolute best.

Paint The Sky With Stars

M | 62k | @icanhazzalou grrr let me tag

On 10 April 1912, Harry Styles boards the finest ship the world has ever seen. Still grieving the death of their mother, he and his sister are being sent to America to live with a callous uncle who cares more about his business connections than family. Harry prepares himself for a long, disappointing voyage alone in his stateroom.

Louis Tomlinson has borrowed and saved, and finally has enough to purchase a Third Class ticket to America. With all of his belongings in a single ruck sack, he boards the Titanic filled with hope for a brighter future. Never one to sit still, he can’t resist exploring the massive ship, and soon goes sneaking into First Class in a stolen steward’s uniform.

By a twist of fate, Louis finds himself in Harry’s stateroom, entranced by the most attractive man he’s ever laid eyes on. He keeps returning day after day, even if he doesn’t understand what it is about Harry that continues pulling him in. That’s all right; Louis has a week to figure it out, and Harry is plenty willing to help.

Except they don’t have a week. They have four days. Because on 15 April, their entire world will be turned upside down.

Or, the historically accurate Titanic AU with a happy ending.

gorgeous historical fic that’s so accurate and painstakingly written. i keep coming back to it!

When It’s Late At Night

M | 25k | @all-these-larrythings

Louis has zero interest in an ex-boybander turned solo artist when his appearance on the show gets announced, but that's exactly who he gets stuck with when Harry Styles shows up at the Late Late show to promote the release of his debut album. For an entire fucking week.

Or

The Late Late prompt that we all need to get through this excruciatingly hard time.

remember when i said i love Late Late AUs? yeah. i love that louis gives absolutely zero shits in this fic until he gives all the shits.

Chasing Empty Spaces

E | 79k | @domestic-harry

The year is 1934 and Harry Styles was to inherent the largest tobacco firm in the south. His parents have picked out the “perfect” girl for him to marry and he has the privilege of receiving the highest education possible. The problem was, Harry hadn’t realized he didn’t actually want any part of that future until he met a mechanic named, Louis Tomlinson.

gorgeous historical AU that goes through Harry’s struggle with his sexuality wonderfully. this one also made me cry.

Resist Everything Except Temptation

E | 100k | @domestic-harry

The lethargic sound of heels clicking against wood resonated across the sea. Footsteps descended the staircase, every assured step creating a menacing aura as it grew closer. Perspiration gathered along Louis’ palms as the rhythmic sound halted in front of him.

“Captain,” Malik greeted.

Louis watched out of his peripheral as Malik’s boots shuffled back a few steps. Sweat matted the hair along the nape of Louis’ neck as he waited for something to happen. He felt as if a sharp blade was twisting his gut as the silence became tangible. There was a metallic slide of a sword being pulled out of its sheath, the sound startling Louis out of his cocoon of sterile shock. His shoulders jumped as the tip of a blade flattened underneath his jaw. Louis’ distorted reflection stared back at him in the polished metal. Engraved rose petals twisted his appearance as they crawled up the length of the sword. The sword lifted and took Louis’ chin with it.

Standing in front of Louis was Captain Styles.

OR

The one where Louis is the commodore's son who is forced to become a part of Harry's crew when he is captured.

love this pirate AU that’s got one badass gemma styles. also, harry as a super cool pirate in gorgeous clothes makes me super happy!

i’ll make this feel like home

E | 49k

Harry to groans himself and then takes a deep breath. “Okay, well. Here’s the thing. I peed on a stick.”

Louis isn’t able to get more than a shocked “What!” out before Harry’s steamrolling on.

“I peed on a stick and it says it’s positive, but you always prattle on about how it’s best to go to the doctor’s before you get excited, you know to confirm it because sometimes hormones are off or you have like a tumor or some shit and get false positives and what if I’m dying and-”

“You’re pregnant?!” Louis shouts out, stomach dropping as the words leave his mouth.

“Um, yeah… maybe.”

[the one where Louis' hopelessly in love with his best mate... who just happens to be pregnant with another man's baby.]

baby momma harry with hot mess!Louis is a recipe for disaster, but this one has plenty of fluff to make up for it.

Hands Clasped Tight

E | 44k | @afirethatcannotdie

“What am I looking at here?” Harry asks.

“This, my friends, is a ‘proof’ Instagram account, run by your students,” Liam announces.

“It’s got all this stuff about how the two of you are together,” Niall adds.

“I heard about that,” says one of the math teachers. “Confiscated a kid’s phone today when they were looking at it. I have to say, the evidence that you’re dating is pretty damning.”

“Really,” Louis says dryly. “Do you think being married for three years might have something to do with it?”

Or the one where Harry and Louis are high school teachers and their students have been playing matchmaker for over a year. Little do they know, Harry and Louis are already married.

love love teacher harry and louis that’s mostly funny fluff with a little angst. just a teeny amount. reminds me of my own experiences with meddling students haha.

*updated 2/16/21*

[syubub]

SOULMATE READING- TAEHYUNG

First of all, sorry about the pic. Second is the disclaimer. This is a tarot reading meant for entertainment only. Thirdly, I decided to do each member as an individual post bc I think it's less hassle that way 💕

Okay

Okay. So. Wow.

I don't know where to start with Tae. His soulmate and him have the most ideal relationship. The cards for the relationship aspect is 100% soulmate vibes. I mean come on, the 2 of cups (soulmate card), 4 of wands (marriage) and the lovers all right next to eachother? Hot damn. They definitely travel together a lot and his Soul Bae might be a good entrepreneur? Idk but they are both financially set.

I think we should start with physical attributes first. I have a strong feeling that they will be naturally blonde or have blonde hair at the time they meet. The color yellow is also important (Taes energy is very yellowish gold to me. Coincidence?). I also get the sense that this is an old soul. May be older than Tae but definitely an old soul. A youthful face. Sort of fun yet intimidating look to them. They might have sharp features (specifically eyes which could be a grayish brown? Possibly even have heterochromia? Might have light freckles. Puts effort into the way they look but also just wakes up looking flawless. Might be from abroad. His soulmate might be very interested in France, have a very French aesthetic or lived in France. His soulmate is very much like him. Relatively tall? Modelish but unconventional, like kinda built, lanky, boxy. Strong legs. Wavy hair? Idk. A balance of masculine and feminine traits. The type to enjoy being fancy but also super down to play video games and can definitely out drink Tae. Definitely. Looks good in sweats lol.

onto how/where they'll meet. It might be when he is alone at a museum in France standing in front of a statue of Venus (It popped into my head and i couldn't not write it down) or perhaps when one party is traveling and they meet on a hike or in nature or something like that. Possibly even at a work function. As for when they meet. It is up to both parties to decide to come into union spiritually. If that makes sense? They both will be drawn to eachother when the time is right for them.

Onto this person's personality. Earthy influences. Romantic!!! Romantic. So romantic. Their love language is words of affirmation. This person is very chivalrous? Idk like this person is very gentlemanly? Like, they want to take care of tae and will open doors for him and stuff. Makes him chocolate covered strawberries. Also very intune to ~otherworldly~ things. Lowkey a psychic. Idk why but this person it like guided by Taes guides sometimes? Like, they'll just pop in. And like, when it's time for them to meet, Tae grandma will give him every fucking sign to be like, "THIS ONE!! THIS IS YOUR SOULMATE, KID!" (Also, topic for a different day but i have a mad feeling that Tae communicates with the dead, specifically his grandma, and that's why he trust/ relies on his "angels" so much.) I don't want to be insensitive or step on toes or anything but like Taes grandma probably communicates with Taes soulmate too? And like, I keep getting an image of Tae and his soulmate sharing dreams? Idk it's a lot. And I think I've said it before but Taes soulmate is... massive... like, energy wise. Theres almost like an archaic, out of this world feeling to this person and they have to be spiritual or imma shout. Like, this person. Is. Crazy. Idk what's up but it's almost like there's a wall? Like, I'm not privy to it because my small little fragile conciousness would shatter in its presence? Maybe a bit dramatic but there is a lot behind this person and their union with Tae. This person has been through a lot and might be closing an old chapter in their life when Tae comes in. This person might feel lost? Like, they have such massive energy but human life is stupid and confusing and they dont know how to channel energy into productivity? Might also fear abandonment and commitment so they have a hard time really connecting with people because they get attached easily and are afraid to lose them. An empath? Very creative and able to manifest pretty much anything. For archetype cards, I got: artist, shape-shifter, knight, messiah. Very very creative and can probably draw in experience from different levels of conciousness? Like this person is an artsy, spiritual Joan of Arc.

So. Cards about their situation are Soul Family and Inner Temple. Essentially they both need to awaken and call eachother in. They need to fully be themselves and just exist!

Cards to Tae from his Soul Bae: progress, not perfection, answered prayers, unconventionality, big bold vision, beyond the mind the heart beats, sacred fool.

Okay. His Soulmate is a funny one, I'll get to that soon, but also very genuine. Like this person wants to see him grow and Express full potential. Bae wants him to stop caring what others think and be weird! Theres stuff he doesn't talk about with other people (perhaps the fact that hes way more spiritually intune than most. Not by choice either though. He was born with this shit. He probably saw faeries as a kid and shit) Bae wants him to settle back and listen to his inner self and nurture what's already there. This is a line from the description of sacred fool, "Don't try to be appropriate, don't try to be socially acceptable and worry about what others may think about what you are doing-just be. If you want to wear a mad hat whilst doing so, fine." Bae wants him to have fun and do whatever the fuck he wants to do because Tae being happy is what's important. Like, if Tae went and bought a literal circus and was like, "this is my dream, its who I am" Bae would be like, "...are you sure?" And if he was sure, then his soulmate would double check everything, make sure hes safe and dive in head first with him. It's very supportive but also his soulmate is practical. Like, his soulmate wouldn't willingly let him do anything that would directly harm him or ruin his life, you know? This is his guardian angel. His love. His tried and true. One and only. It's ridiculous and they will have kids and a farm. Fight me on that.

I wanted to channel a message from his soulmate to him and I got a laugh, something about "our four leaf clover" "He needs a haircut" and, "Tell him he's dense but I'll love him forever in this life and the next. Forever."

Then I thought, well, Jimin is definitely Taes platonic soulmate so like Taes Bae and Chim have to get along and I got the cutest image of Tae, Taes Bae, Jimin and Jimins soulmate all sitting together in a garden drinking tea and laughing and all of their guides are watching them with smiles and the rest of Bangtan and their soulmates come into the garden with their soulmates and it's a cute Soul-party and now I'm super soft.

Theres so much to say about this soulmate union and really even just his soulmate because it's such a powerful energy and I think someday I want to do a part 2 for this because I have lots of questions. I feel like these two can have any sort of life together. Like they both hold the pen and are constantly writing and revising their life scripts. Also, I get the feeling that his soulmate is...hmm.. they give me the feeling that they might not exist? Like they do but at the same time they don't? Or maybe they're just like, deep. Like an onion. I'll put a pin in this for another time but it gives me a deep indigo type of feeling, you know? It's a whole thing. I'll do a part 2 for this.

Last comment. Taes Soul bae has great eyebrows? Idk why but that's a thing apparently.

TLDR

Tae has a fantastic soulmate who is impressively cool, they have the cutest life together and they are definitely going to live the cutest domestic life ever? Also, Tae probably wants to have 6 kids so each kid can have a designated Bangtan Godfather lol. Think artsy-museum-farmer-millionaires who have a house made of Gucci and matching rocking chairs.

Cute cute cute. Like I said, I'll expand on this later! Also, I apologize if it isn't very cohesive or doesn't make a lot of sense. I've been busy and my life is a little messy but I wanted to get this out!

Stay safe💜

[musinglymuse]

This recommendation list focuses on the main pairing, the hottest couple in Check Please: Eric “Bitty” Bittle and Jack Zimmerman or more affectionately known as Zimbits. They’ve come a long way since the beginning of Check Please!

I’ve compiled some of what I consider excellent fanfics that feature this couple although it does not contain all of my recommendations. They are in no particular order. I plan on creating more recommendation lists down the line, especially for other pairings in this fandom.

As a reminder, please make sure to check the tags and any warnings before reading. Take care of yourself!

Hold It All At Bay by psocoptera Psychic Bond AU // ~50k // R

The theory of extrapolative synchronization of the mirror neurons was debunked back when he was still in his teens, so Jack is reluctant to mention that he can smell Bitty's pies baking from across campus.

Easy P-Z by ebjameston HGTV AU // ~21k // PG-13

Jack and Kent are the ridiculously handsome house-renovating married retired hockey players that’ve been making HGTV an absolutely stupid amount of money with their new show.

And Eric Bittle just got hired to be their show’s caterer.

Eric Bittle, NBC 10 by foryouandbits Journalist AU // ~82k // NC-17

In 2009, Jack Zimmermann was drafted 2nd overall to the Providence Falconers. After a tumultuous first season in the minors, Jack returns to the NHL and is named captain within a year. Known to the media as the "hockey robot," no one seems to be able to break through the polite barrier that Jack has built — no one until Eric Bittle, newest intern at NBC 10. Bitty, interning as a requirement for his journalism degree at nearby Samwell University, forms an instant connection with Jack. Throughout the rest of the season, and the rest of Bitty's junior year at Samwell, the two grow closer while learning how to both trust each other and succeed in their respective careers.

What I want to feel, I want to feel it now by RabbitRunnah Bakery AU // ~28k // PG-13

Eric Bittle knows the way his life is supposed to go: According to an old family curse, the love of his life will take one bite of his famous apple pie and fall madly in love with him. And they'll live happily ever after.

There's only one problem: Jack Zimmermann doesn't like pie.

Back to You by PorcupineGirl Canon Divergence // ~15k // PG-13

When Jack kissed him at graduation over a year and a half ago, Eric had been too shocked to really think about what it might mean, long-term. They'd talked constantly over the next six weeks, enough for him to feel confident that Jack felt the same way he did, and to start to imagine what those far-off futures might look like together.

And then Jack came to Madison for the Fourth of July, and Eric made the stupidest mistake of his life: He let himself and Jack talk themselves out of it.

he will take you by hockeydyke Camp Counselor AU // ~55k // PG-13

Jack Zimmermann has been a part of Camp Samwell for the majority of his life-- first as a camper when his parents spent summers in nearby at a lake house in scenic upstate New York, then as a counselor, and now as the program director of the entire camp. The problem now is that the camp is attracting bad luck left and right, and they’re losing campers and staff at an alarming rate. Enter Eric Bittle, Jack’s new co-director. He’s young, enthusiastic, and maybe he’ll have what it takes to get the situation turned around.

Unfortunately, something powerful is in control of Camp Samwell, and it wants Bitty to get out.

<lj-cut text="you see who I am and what I did"> by tomato_greens Rock Band AU // ~11k // PG-13

Rolling Stone

No Jack Zimmermann Is An Island by Jennifer S. Harada

After avoiding me for a week, Jack Zimmermann calls to ask me to meet him at a bakery. Or maybe a diner; he’s not sure what to call it. A brunch place, although they make great pies, too.

“Sure,” I say, “whatever you want, Mr. Zimmermann.”

“Jack,” says Zimmermann. His voice is higher than I expect it to be, and his Québécois accent more pronounced. “I’ll see you there.”

someone to count on (and other cheesy idioms about finding your soulmate) by heyfightme & omgpieplease Soulmate AU // ~9k // PG-13

Eric’s counter reads 1. That’s all. Just 1. He’s eighteen years old, has not left the state of Georgia in his entire life, and his counter reads 1.

He has spent many mindless afternoons and worn out many pens in tracing it over into a 0. If the counter did read 0, the morning wouldn’t be looming like the black rainclouds that Mama used to call “omens.”

Eric is leaving for college in the morning. When he passes the state line from Georgia to North Carolina in the passenger seat of his Mama’s sedan, he’ll also be passing the last chance he has for the counter to make it to 2.

Calendar Boy by darter_blue Canon Divergence // ~15k // R

It was supposed to be totally innocent. A friend of Lardo’s was putting together a little project, compiling a calendar of some of the openly gay athletes on campus, fundraising for the LGBTQ+ community outreach programs at Samwell.

Bitty hadn't really even been reluctant. Excited about the prospect of a fun photo shoot and a chance to dress up a bit, do something glamorous.

And he thinks it's a great photo (if not a bit more revealing than what he was expecting…). And when the calendar comes out it’s nerve racking but exciting. Until one by one the team finds a copy (Jack may be hiding one under his mattress), and then it's pandemonium.

is it too late now to say sorry by magneticwave AU // ~5K // PG-13

I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS, Eric types furiously into Twitter. THIS IS LIKE RENAMING LAKE WOEBEGONE “LAKE SCOTT WALKER.” // Or, the only person in the entirety of Canada who is upset about Jack Zimmermann’s first Stanley Cup is Eric Bittle, and by God is every single one of Eric’s 160,000 Twitter followers going to hear about it.

I Can Feel the Storm Inside You by Effyeahzimbits AU // ~15k // NC-17

Life is going good for Eric Bittle. It's summer, he has an exciting new job with the Providence Falconers, he's in a club celebrating with his friends, and he currently has a Canadian Adonis grinding up against his ass. Life is good.

Until said Canadian Adonis flees the morning after some mind-blowing sex, leaving behind a rubbish note. Bitty tries hard to forget about him and his huge, pert ass and focus on his new job, but then Canadian Adonis and the Falc's grumpy, anti-social captain turn out to be one and the same. And Bitty really couldn't forget about that huge, pert ass.

three words that became hard to say by the_one_that_fell Canon Divergence // Series // ~35k // R

Ten years after Samwell, Eric Bittle and Jack Zimmermann find each other again.

Flight Check by edgarallanrose Flight Attendant AU // ~15k // NC-17

Flight attendant Eric “Bitty” Bittle has been working his way up at Samwell Airlines for the past four years, and his new promotion has provided him the opportunity to work with a brand-new crew. Unfortunately for Bitty, that crew includes an incredibly handsome but equally grumpy pilot, Captain Jack Zimmermann, who seems to want nothing to do with Bitty. Even worse, Jack refuses to eat any of Bitty's baked goods. Will Bitty be able to win the captain over? Or is there another reason Jack has been avoiding Bitty?

Bits of Heaven by WrathoftheStag Older / Bakery AU // ~22k // R

At age 44, NHL legend, Jack Zimmermann, knows three things for sure: retirement is boring, love is probably not in the cards for him, and his aging father makes a pretty good roommate. When the bakery "Bits of Heaven" opens up down the street, Jack finds that a happily ever after is possible—even late in the game.

A Tolerance for Pain by uniqueinalltheworld Soulmate AU // ~3k // R

It makes sense, his mother tells him when he's nine: Jack's such a physical person, of course his indicator would be his soulmate's pain. Jack doesn't have anything to say about it, really, he just scowls and winces as his soulmate falls down again. Alicia Zimmermann, whose heterochromia reversed itself upon laying eyes on Bob for the first time, because she’s more passionate about visual media, pats him on the shoulder with a completely insufficient amount of sympathy. Jack's backside is sore for months as the falls keep happening, and he can only think that somewhere, his soulmate must be learning how to skate.

[wordsablaze]

4/13 - heterochromia

A Dozen Denials Soulmate-identifiers exist to make things easier unless you’re Jaskier, who’s equally as deep in love as he is in denial. But there’s only so many excuses you can make to avoid the truth… (aka jaskier’s soulmate is definitely a witcher, just not the one he first assumes)

A/N: haven’t updated this for a while but we’re finally back to making an oblivious mess of destiny ;)

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The heterochromia is entirely unexpected.

Jaskier hadn’t heard a lot about it whilst growing up and it was rarely mentioned in any of the numerous books he’d read in various different libraries. And that’s not to say it was wholly unknown to him - he is a bard, after all - but he hadn’t been expecting to experience it. 

He doesn’t even realise he is experiencing it until the hostler gives him a weird look.

“Do you need something from me?” Jaskier asks, winking.

The man opens his mouth, closes it, and then shakes his head. “Your eyes…” he replies, but turns away before Jaskier can flirt with him again. 

Jaskier frowns at him, stupidly wasting a few moments to try and look at his own eyes before realising he can’t do that without losing his sight entirely. “Geralt!” 

Geralt doesn’t reply before Jaskier settles at the corner they’ve chosen inside the inn, at which point he raises an eyebrow, continuing to eat. “Jaskier?”

“What’s wrong with my eyes?” Jaskier asks, not caring that they have a very small audience because of his mildly dramatic entrance. When Geralt finally looks up, both of them freeze, staring at one another in shock. 

Oh.

It seems Geralt’s eyes have finally decided to hint at the identity of his soulmate and, judging by the witcher’s startled expression, Jaskier’s eyes must be doing the same.

“Are you sure you still don’t believe in Destiny?” Jaskier asks weakly, deciding that he really doesn’t want to be entirely sober after this rather strange turn of events, moving his attention over to his tankard.

Geralt hums dismissively, but stands before Jaskier can ask anything else. “I’m need to go hunting.” 

Jaskier frowns at him. “Geralt, dear, we have a room and an innkeeper who’s more than willing to provide us another meal free of cost before we leave tomorrow. Whatever do you need to hunt for?”

Geralt doesn’t reply, turning to look directly at Jaskier for just a moment, his gaze rapidly flickering between his eyes before he shakes his head. “I’ll see you in the morning, Jaskier.”

He’s too busy staring at Geralt’s eyes to think of an adequate response in time, his brain finally catching up when Geralt is halfway out of the door. He sighs, finishing the ale before letting his head fall onto the table as he takes a few deep breaths.

Exactly two minutes later, he brushes away his confusion and slips out of the inn. 

The local mage’s house isn’t particularly difficult to find and he’s just about sober enough not to make an utter fool of himself on the way there so she lets him in with little argument, raising an eyebrow when she sees his eyes. “I can’t change your Destiny,” she tells him immediately. 

Jaskier shakes his head. “Nor would I ask you to do so, of course. I only wish to ask whether you know why our eyes would only change colour now as opposed to the many years we’ve spent together?”

She sighs, gesturing for him to sit down and doing the same once he’s settled. “There are certain points on the continent where the enchantments of Destiny are inexplicably stronger, more likely to try and intervene with the paths we should take..” 

He isn’t foolish enough to argue with a mage about chaos but he doesn’t quite understand her theory. “But I’ve already found my soulmate, why would I…?”

There’s something odd in her expression when she gently cups his face in her hand and moves each side of his face into the light cast through the window beside them. “I can’t tell you that. It shouldn’t affect either of you so suddenly if you’ve already found and accepted one another.”

Jaskier wants to argue again but he thinks back to Geralt’s behaviour and abruptly, it seems to make more sense because, yes, they’ve found one another but they may not have done the latter. The shock meant he hadn’t been paying a lot of attention back at the inn but he’s pretty sure Geralt’s other eye had been blue so clearly the only problem here is his stubborn refusal to admit his destined path might have been right after all. 

He grins, taking the mage’s hand and planting a soft kiss on her fingers. “Thank you for the information, I think I understand now. Do you require payment?”

She glances over him before shaking her head. Regardless, he decides he’s going to do something for her anyway. “Well, I shall spin you a lovely tune and make sure everyone in this town knows exactly how beautiful and helpful you are.” 

Laughing, she stands and waves the door open. “Good luck.” 

Jaskier grins again, giddy from both the alcohol and the information. “I don’t need it but thank you! “

It’s dark by the time he gets back, promising the innkeeper he’ll be up early in the morning to rouse the early crowd before making his way upstairs. To his surprise, he finds Geralt waiting for him.

“Geralt? Weren’t you hunting?” he asks, placing his hands on his hips.

Geralt sighs and, even in the dim light, Jaskier can tell he’s practically frowning hard enough to hurt himself. He makes his way over to the bed, sitting beside him and gently running his fingers along Geralt’s forehead, forcing him to relax. 

“I’m sorry, Jaskier, I…”

“I know. You don’t like Destiny, I know that. But I can assure you it doesn’t mean anything serious, it’s just this town and its inexplicable geographical link to chaos.” 

“How do you know that?” Geralt asks, then wrinkles his nose. “You went to the mage.” 

Jaskier huffs. “Well, of course I did. It’s not like anyone else was going to try and tell me having one yellow eye while we’re here is absolutely normal, was it?” 

Geralt snorts, pulling him closer. Jaskier melts into his touch, placing his hands on either side of Geralt’s face. One of his eyes is ever so slightly glowing, as one of his own must be, but the other is more ordinary and although Jaskier can’t quite make it out anymore, he’s certain it’s blue like his own.

He smiles at the thought and although they’re leaving town as early as possible, he’s glad they’d at least stopped for a small break. And hey, maybe Geralt will be more likely to accept everything he keeps saying after this blatant display of evidence; maybe they can finally both admit that he’s right about them being soulmates after all.

(little did he know he couldn’t be more wrong.)

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now i know what you're thinking: how can they possibly be THIS blind to reality ?? and tbh i have the same question but unfortunately, we're not even halfway through the obliviousness so...

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[jjkyaoi]

Ofc my honey muffin, whatever fluffy child you want, as long as we can get a cat with heterochromia named Baby :)

you’re,,... my soulmate i would die for you of FuckinG COURSE WE CAN GET A CAT W HETEROCHROMIA AND NAME IT BABY IS THAT EVEN A Q U E S TION??

[anautumncarol]

I shall be doing a 30 days oneshot challenge with various ships from naruto (probably going to be a lot of Tobiizu now that I think about it) and so I'll be announcing the prompts here. I actually thought of these in physics earlier so yeah. Feel free to do it as well if you're inspired.

The rules are simple, I just have to write a oneshot every day utilising the prompt given on said day. I decided to have a soulmate AU every 5 days for two main reasons: 1, I love them and 2, there are so many different versions of a soulmate AU it's unreal.

Prompts:

Day 1: soulmate AU --> soulmate initial's on your wrist

Day 2: coffee shop AU

Day 3: high school AU

Day 4: rock band AU

Day 5: soulmate AU --> necklace

Day 6: royalty AU

Day 7: fantasy AU

Day 8: enemies to lovers

Day 9: teachers AU

Day 10: soulmates --> heterochromia

Day 11: partners in crime

Day 12: crossover

Day 13: master and servant AU (e.g. maid and person they care for)

Day 14: boy band (pop music) AU

Day 15: soulmates --> first words they say to each other is on the other's body.

Day 16: childhood friends AU

Day 17: hurt/comfort

Day 18: social media influencer AU

Day 19: flower shop & tattoo parlor AU

Day 20: soulmate --> watch counting down until they meet

Day 21: superhero/superpower AU

Day 22: actor AU

Day 23: harry potter AU

Day 24: life or death/death game AU

Day 25: soulmate --> soulmate marks/tattoos

Day 26: detective/thief AU

Day 27: sports AU

Day 28: historical AU

Day 29: apocalypse

Day 30: soulmates --> whatever one writes on their skin is written on the other's.

And that's it, I'll start on my ao3 tomorrow I think and I hope you'll enjoy it.