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please dont leave ... please.. I can't LIVE without you!!
#irl yandere#real yandere#irl yan community#irl yandere community#bpd love#borderline#obsession#actually obsessed#actually traumatized#abandonment#abandonment issues#actually dpd#dependency#community service is not hot#text#lovecore#soumates#true love#mlm yandere#wlw yandere#schizoposting#be whooo you areee
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this love will touch. taste. feel. like fire⊠and your soul will stir and your heart will race and the awakenings will come again and again. and just. the existence of them⊠who they are⊠how they are⊠it will create all those hurricanes that you feel in your chest walls.
and that's how you'll know. because if they are for you⊠you'll feel it in your chest walls.
- butterflies rising
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This is so wholesome â€ïżœïżœđđ„°đđđâ„ïžđ
Day 15: Boop!
Today's fic for the Writerâs Month 2021 challenge (see @writersmonth for more info) is a request for one of the winners in my latest Majestic Monday sleepover. Hope you'll like it, @justfollowtheroad! Thank you so much đ
Today's prompt: word: edge | setting: soulmate AU
Imagine living in Erebor at the time of its greatness, with prince Thorin as your... best friend?
Fandom: The Hobbit Relationships: Thorin x Reader Warnings: fluff Rating: G As usual, you can read this fic here and on AO3.
Khuzdul: Mahal - Aule KaminzabdĂ»na - Yavanna Tahith (endearment) - little giggler MudtelĂȘ - my heart of all hearts
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Boop!
The legend says that Mahal created the Dwarves from the hardest stone in existence to make them the sturdiest of all the races of Arda, but he balanced their nature with the softness of their hearts, pouring love into them. He wanted his children to be as happy as he was with his wife, Kaminzabdûna, so he made two dwarves from each piece of stone. All the seven fathers of Dwarves, including Durin the Deathless, had partners from the very beginning, their soulmates, but it was to be different for their descendants. Each of them had to find their Other Half.
The legend says that when the time is right and their hearts are ready, a mark will appear on the wrists of each couple. It means that on that day they have a chance to discover the identity of their soulmate. Sometimes they would see a glowing aura around their Other Half, sometimes all it took was a touch, other times the world around them would explode with colours, and sometimes they would simply dream of that person. It was different for each couple. If, however, a Dwarf hadnât found their soulmate on that very day, the mark would disappear forever along with the chances for ever finding your One.
The Great Library was your favourite place in Erebor.
Being surrounded by countless books and scrolls on each and every subject you could think of, by the smell of parchment, herb tea, scented candles and polished wood, was the best feeling in the world. It was not surprising that a bookworm like you would spend as much time as possible in that place. Every evening you would head to the library. This day was no different, with one exception. There was something on your mind and you hoped you could reach the library before Thorin did to gather your thoughts. You would meet him there almost every day if your busy schedules allowed.
Thorin, or as everyone else would call him, Prince Thorin, was your... best friend. Yes, this is how you thought of him. You had been fast friends since before you could remember, and, if you believed what your mothers said, it all began when you were tiny pebbles. Apparently, one day some kid you played with took Mister Prickly from you, the stuffed hedgehog you never parted with.Thorin valiantly rescued your favourite plushie from the kidnapper, even though punching that boy meant a week with no desserts for the young prince. Since then, you had always had each otherâs back.
As a kid, you had a few playmates, but no one was as close to you as Thorin and the feeling was mutual. You simply felt best in each otherâs company. He was a Dwarf of few words who often seemed too serious for his age due to his duties, and you were a dreamer who sometimes would forget that there was a real world besides the ones you found in your books. Perhaps the reason that your bond survived until now was that you always felt comfortable in each otherâs company: you made him smile and forget about his burdens, while he made sure that you spent some time outdoors and was always there for you.
When you reached the library, it turned out that Thorin wasnât there yet. You sat by the fireplace, on the edge of your favourite armchair and opened a random book, but you couldnât focus on the words written on its pages. When you thought no one was watching, you uncovered your wrist for a moment. The mark was still there, looking exactly the same as it did when you woke up in the morning. You swallowed nervously. Some dwarves waited for the mark to appear for years after they reached adulthood, and you received yours so incredibly soon after reaching battle age. You often dreamed about this day, wondered who would be your Other Half and what they would look like. There was never any doubt in your mind that you would find that Dwarf immediately. The reality, however, turned out to be different. A greater part of the day had passed, and you still didnât know how to find them.
The mark on your wrist looked like a hammer and so you spent the day going through all the possibilities in your head. Were you supposed to find your soulmate, your One, in the Engineering Guild? Or maybe in the Forges? Was he a farrier or a carpenter? Or perhaps a member of the elite warrior unit, the Mahalâs Hammer? On the way to the library you even took a short detour and passed through the training grounds and the artisan quarter; you peeked curiously into several armourerâs workshops; you even passed by the southern halls where the stonemasons used their hammers and chisels to carve breathtaking statues from the green-veined stone. There was nothing. No loving glances, no fireworks, no rainbows, no ethereal music.
What would happen if you didnât find your One on time? Would you be condemned to lead a lonely life, tormented by the thought that you had a chance of happiness and lost it forever?
Thorinâs arrival interrupted your gloomy thoughts. A small smile appeared on your lips as his large frame filled his favourite armchair, next to yours, but he only responded with a nod, his brow furrowed. It seemed that you werenât the only one who had a lot on their mind.
âTough day?â you asked, looking at his aquiline profile and the cascades of his damp hair flowing down his broad shoulders clad in a brown rumpled shirt with yellow embroideries.
Thorin grunted in confirmation and tugged at his beard braid, not glancing at you. If you didnât know any better, youâd say that he was purposefully avoiding your gaze, but that couldnât be true, could it? To make matters worse, his fingers drummed on the armrest. You know him too well not to notice how upset he was.
âLots of work at the forges?â you moved along the edge of your seat, slightly towards him.
âAye. More than I thought,â Thorin spoke solemnly, as if he was delivering grave news to you.
His eyes studied a bookshelf on the opposite side of the room. He rose as suddenly as he appeared.
âIâd better go.â
âThorin, what is it?â you stood up as well and took a step towards him.
âNothing of consequence,â he muttered, looking down, still not meeting your gaze. This was more serious than you thought. He was your best friend and you couldnât stand idly by while he brooded himself into a dark cloud of gloom. Luckily, you knew exactly what to do.
Before he had the chance to move away, you lifted your hand and pressed your finger against the tip of his nose.
âBoop!â It was all you managed to say, because at the same time the world turned upside down for a blink of an eye.
It was as if a hot current passed through you, a tingling sensation that spread throughout your body, wave after wave, its epicentre in the place where your skin touched Thorinâs. You froze. You felt both hot and cold at the same time, your heart was beating as hard as a hammer against the anvil, some strange sweetness uncoiled in your chest, and you felt as if you were floating in the air. This is when his eyes finally met yours and you felt yourself drowning in the twin azure pools of his gaze. A wave of dizziness washed over you, making you sway.
âTahithâŠâ Thorin murmured huskily, using your childhood nickname that he was always quite fond of. His arms wrapped around you, steadying you, as if you were a ship on a stormy sea and he was your anchor, your rock.
You held on to him frantically, his shirt crumpled in your fists, noticing the rapid rising and falling of his chest.
âThorin, what is happening?â you gasped, trying to calm yourself down, dizziness still lingering at the back of your mind.
His throat bobbed and then he did something that he had never done before. His forehead pressed lightly against yours and he gently cupped your cheek. And, to your utter confusion, he smiled widely, his previous sadness gone without a trace.
âI cannot believe it myself,â a small chuckle left his lips. âTahith, is there perhaps a mark on your wrist?â
âI⊠How do you know?â You mumbled, but then Thorinâs arms encircled you once more. This time he was pressing you against your chest as if he was worried that you would disappear. You heard laughter budding in his chest and hugged him back, simply because it felt like the only thing you wanted to do. Because it felt right. Thorin murmured into your hair, âOh, Tahith, you are the smartest person I know, do you truly not know what it means?â
Suddenly it all made sense. All those emotions and sensations, your worries, his brooding. This has to be it.
âThorin, are you saying thatâŠ?â you whispered into his shirt.
âMy mark⊠I noticed in the morning,â he spoke with hints of merriment in his voice as he loosened the embrace to look down at you. âAt first, I believed it was a cave mole, so I assumed that my Other Half would be a miner. Mahal, I was such a fool! And so I hated that mark, refused to acknowledge what it meant, I did not even visit the mines!â
âIs that why you were so worried?â
âAye, and so I went to see you, I wanted to tell you,â he whispered feverishly, his eyes searching your face. âBut when I saw you in your chair, sitting with your book, those glasses on your cute nose, I simply stood here, cursing my fate, wishing that my mark would change into a book, but it would notâŠâ
âWhat is it? Show me,â you took his right hand into your hands as he uncovered his wrist. âThorin, this is not a cave mole at all!â
âI know, Tahith, I know that now,â he chuckled, sparks of merriment dancing in his eyes.
âHow on earth could you confuse Mister Prickly with a cave mole?! Iâm deeply offended!â You huffed, faking indignation, while your heart secretly welled with joy.
âI hope both you and Mister Prickly will forgive me one day,â he flashed his teeth at you in a mischievous smile. This was the Thorin you admired the most and, now you finally could admit it to yourself, you adored. You couldnât stop yourself from giggling.
âWhat about your mark, Tahith?â he asked, placing his hand over your forearm.
âI spent an hour in the southern halls, staring at the stonemasons at work. By now, they probably think Iâm some kind of a creep. Iâm never showing my face there again and I donât want to talk about it ever again. Besides, there is a lot of stone dust in my hair,â you grunted, uncovering your wrist.
âA blacksmithâs hammer! But it is certainly not a stonemasonâs tool! Look at the heft, and the profile of the head, the surfaceâŠâ he started explaining enthusiastically, a true blacksmithâs apprentice. His masters would be so proud of him if they could see him now. Unfortunately for them, they werenât here, their loss. You had Thorin all for yourself and there was something urgent you needed to do; something you secretly dreamed of, but never dared to act upon it until today.
âThorin,â you gently interrupted his lecture, trying to ignore the nervous fluttering in your stomach. âIf it all means what I think it means, then⊠Shouldnât we do something?â A moment of silence.
âAye, we should. If you would like to, that is,â Thorin stepped from one foot to another, taking your right hand, the one with the mark, into his. Was it the light from the fireplace or were his cheeks above his beard slightly flushed?
âI⊠I think I would like to,â you admitted quietly, your voice trembling slightly.
He gave you a nod and slowly lowered his face towards yours. Your nose bumped against his and you giggled, but Thorin wouldn't give up so easily. He tilted his head, not letting go of your hand.
When his lips brushed against yours, that sweet dizzying sensation filled you once again, but this time you were prepared and held onto him, wrapping your arms around his neck, sealing your newfound love with a tender kiss that made you both forget the whole world around you.
âThat wasâŠâ you murmured when your lips parted and your eyes met. You noticed that there was a new softness in Thorinâs gaze, something that had never been there before; or perhaps something that you had not noticed earlier. A flower of deep affection for the Dwarf in front of you bloomed in your chest and you realized it wasnât the first one nor the last.
â... yes. Very much,â he agreed with a deep rumble in his chest and brushed his nose against yours. âYour lips are as sweet as honey, Tahith.â
âAnd your beard tickles,â you replied with a chuckle, pressing your forehead against his. âBut I think I like it.â
âYouâd better, because you are my One,â he brushed his fingers against your cheek. âAnd I am afraid that you are stuck both with my beard and me for the rest of our lives.â
âIt sounds like a very good plan, MudtelĂȘ,â you whispered and your hearts sang in joyous unison as your lips met again.
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#writersmonth2021#romance fic#thorin#thorin fic#thorin x you#soumates#thorin x reader#soulmates au#soulmate marks#true love#dwarven ones#fluff#thorin fluff#we need more fluff#majestic monday#first kiss
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Shadows House by Soumatou â Chapter 196 ⊠Master Christopher
#Shadows House#Soumatou#shadowshouseedit#seinen#thorrorsday#manga#mymanga#manga caps#mangacap#mangaedit#manga edit#anisource
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#tousute#touken ranbu stage#touken ranbu#Shiden Tsuketari Kitan no Soumatou#kasyu kiyomitsu#yamatonokami yasusada#ryo matsuda#keisuke ueda#my gifs
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this is your daily reminder that it is a CANON EVENT that josh hutcherson inadvertently inspired jennifer lawrence to pursue an acting career when they were kids long before they ever met. this is some everlark level of soulmatism wtf wtf
#I CANT BELIEVE THIS IS TRUE#IT LITERALLY PARALLELS EVERLARK#HOW PEETA THROUGH KATNISS THE BREAD DESPITE THEM NEVER TALKING BEFORE#HOW THAT ACT HELPED KATNISS AND HER FAMILY SURVIVE#AND NOW WHEN JOSH BECAME AN ACTOR HE INSPIRED JLAW TO BE ONE TOO#DESPITE THE FACT THAT THEY NEVER MET#AND THEN THEY MET TO PLAY SOUMATES IN THG#ITS JUST TOO UNREAL#why isnât this more common knowledge??#the hunger games#thg#everlark#joshifer#josh hutcherson#jennifer lawrence#mine
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Soulmate AU Idea for the whole of We Are Gang
[This is because i quite literally cannot stop thinking about @thunder-point 's AU.]
Chain has been seeing colour since he entered third grade home room to introduce himself. So has Pun, along with twelve more of their classmates.
The first colorful thing Tan sees is red from the small drop of blood on his knuckles after he has punched the cheer captain of the opposing school.
Q doesn't realise that he has guessed the color of the sky accurately till he starts seeing his painting in dimensions like never before at P'Oh's cafe on a random Wendesday.
Peem has high hopes for colors, and they do not disappoint as he sees uniforms of red and blue run across the football field. After the match is over, Tan brings over his soulmate and his soulmates' friends, one of whom stops mid track upon setting eyes on Peem.
Matt has been friends with Toey, and by extension the huge gang of Toey's Hias. Now when Toey finds out that Hia Peem's boyfriend and Hia Tan's boyfriend are actually two of his Hias from school, there are four more boys to become friends with. One of them is into video games, he hears.
#we are the series#we are#gmmtv#phumpeem#tanfang#chainpun#qtoey#we are series#soumates au#soulmates#fanfic#fanfiction#ao3#write#kriti writes fanfics#when she should study#one chapter#out now#they start seeing colors when they see each other#colors au#au#alternate universe#mattmick#mickmatt
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i'm having hyperfixation drought so i did what i did best and created a crossover episode
#trafficblr#life series#hermitcraft#qsmp#the drought's been crazy i had to make qsmp x life series/hermitcraft you don't understand i literally had to#i literally cannot tag all of the cubitos without going over the limit so i'm gonna use them to rant about these doodles instead#when i tell you that i think dl!pearl would've loved tilĂn i'm telling you i think she would've LOVED them like.#something about just wanting to find love at every turn but feeling unwanted spdihgpisadhfpa. and also tilĂn's name is similar to tilly LOL#the jelly egg is just like if the double life jelly pandas were just an egg that scar loves with all his heart and grian reluctantly accept#i think out of all the duos in qsmp. the one i would want to see in the dl soumate premise the most is slimeriana. it's the dysfunctionalit#i made a post in the past about pac and tango being my fav cubitos bcs they were both crazy cartoonish and like scientists#but it kinda felt like a disservice to leave mike and zedaph out because to me they're argubly crazier and more cartoonish#missa and tim are paired bcs i just really wanted an excuse to draw the wet cats and it just so happened they both have relations to death#skizz and jaiden as the lawyers who were SHOCKINGLY good at their jobs like they cooked with that one#(was also gonna draw joe and roier as bad lawyers but i was running outta steam)#someone's already made a post about grian and (el) quackity and their eye entities so not much elaboration needed there#fit and etho just give the same vibe to be as a dude who has a reputation and is well-known and seems intimidating#i also made fit's arms way too skinny and i don't like it...but i'm not gonna go back and change it now i spent embarassingly long on this#but then his silliness is brought out by The Narrative#foolish and bdubs is one of my favorite drawings because i just knew i wanted to highlight the silly height difference#just realized they're also both god-like figures at least at some point#cellbit and rendog. cat and dog and lore. enough said about their connection.#i couldn't decide who fit etoiles combat hungry anime protagonist vibe best bcs martyn was originally paired with him#but i wanted martyn with phil so i went with my second options: joel and gem#i couldn't draw them mid rage but essentially the title is derived from âWHO KILLED EMPANADAâ and âdo me a favor. die for me.â#philza minecraft and martyn inthelittlewood. they feel like twins but one is evil (it's martyn)#SOMETHING I FORGOT THAT I WISH I ADDED: BBH AND BIGB AS THE ENTITIES WHO LIE. I HATE MYSELF HOW COULD I FORGET THAT#if i were to pair impulse with someone it would be tubbo? either him or scar would've been with tubbo#and then lizzie i just did not know who i wanted to pair her with. no one really does it like her in my opinion#scott's someone i also had no idea who to put him with he's just so...him...
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[Before AU created]
Before everything turned into an AU, I only had some kind of distant idea.. probably just my vision of how they both continued to exist in the depths of BF's mind, forced to tolerate each other.
So initially, they hardly got along. Soul felt an open dislike for Corrupt, Corrupt responded in kind, although he himself felt sympathy for Soul, without realizing it. Over time, Soul got used to Corrupt's presence. In fact, Corrupt almost never harmed Soul without real reason, mostly when Soul himself provoked him into aggressive behavior. Corrupt simply responded with negativity to negativity. By himself, he was completely neutral to anyone expect BF maybe. As Soul got used to Corrupt and stopped provoking him, Corrupt began to show some positive emotions more often. In fact, he himself did not understand what these emotions were, and why he felt them, but at the same time he simply followed his heart.
One of my current friends gave me the idea that Corrupt, due to the fact that he has a connection with the BF, has a bit of humanity in himself that he doesn't understand at all. This all also created his strange attachment to Soul, most often expressed in a somewhat aggressive manner, because he simply didn't knew any other approach. As Soul got used to Corrupt and showed less negativity towards him, Corrupt increasingly succumbed to more positive feelings and showed a different side of himself. Although he still tried to hide it behind his usual demeanor, not completely trusting his surroundings, expecting a catch if he opened up. But over time, he was able to open up quite quickly and trust Soul..
Soul was probably surprised by how Corrupt's behavior around him changed. He didnât have time to really get used to his company and didnât trust him completely, while Corrupt took it all much more simply. Maybe his connection with BF made him trust Soul quite quickly, while he did not show negativity and aggression towards Corrupt anymore. But all this could have quite a noticeable effect on Corruptâs mood. If donât think about surviving the apocalypse and the danger that Corrupt posed in the past, then to some extent he really was a dark version of BF, especially when control of the virus was destroyed. However, this behavior only occurred in private with Soul. Corrupt has never shown such behavior in the presence of anyone else, remaining extremely aggressive towards others. And to a greater extent, this was the reason why he tried to avoid others altogether. However, the virus hasn't disappeared completely. It remained, but only as an echo in the mind of Corrupt himself, and now became the voice of his own doubts. It never, even to this day, misses an opportunity to weaken Corrupt's spirit at any moment that would cause him to weaken. For what? Because it enjoys his pain first, as if it makes it stronger. Corrupt can become a greater danger to others if his spirit is broken enough that he loses control of himself, allowing the virus to take over him again. No, this does not affect Soul or BF in any way, unless Corrupt directly affect them in their own mind. And since things happened mainly in the mind, all these doubts and pain took the form of chains that kept Corrupt in a separate dark and lonely place, often until someone from the outside it interfered with it.
This, isn't all of coursr, but somewhere after that it began to turn into an AU, which I created under the encouragement of my former friend. I have collected here the very first pics that about these two, but have not yet begun to turn into Soulmate Demons AU. And I think this post is already getting too long.. To be continued, I think.
#FNF Corruption mod#FNF Corruption AU#FNF mod#Friday Night Funkin#FNF#Soumate Demons AU#SmD AU#Corrupt BF#Soul BF#damn I'm nervous#I usually donât have to think much about others will see it#but this is a different site and itâs unusual for me#god give me courage..
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Soulmate AU where Mash and Guda are soulmates. However, when Castoria steals Mash's name, she inadvertently steals the fated connection with it. And in the eyes of the universe, Castoria and Morgan are essentially the same entity. Soulmate au where Guda, Castoria, Morgan and Mash are tangled together fucking every law of the universe, essentially. (Soulmate doesn't have to mean romantic btw)
Oh ho ho!
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I donât believe in colors
For the WIP ask!
Thanks for asking, Murda đ„čđ©· hereâs a little of what I have already written for part 2. To whoever didnât read part 1, itâs a soulmate AU. In part 1, Daryl and reader discover theyâre soulmates and it doesnât go well since none of them believe in soulmates and grew up in very toxic families. Part 1 ends with a truce between them.
âWhere are you going this early, sweetie?â Carol asked as you two prepared the meal together.
âDaryl and I are going back to that place.â You said while you were stirring the oatmeal, she side eyed you and you could feel her gaze on you, you just didnât know what she was saying. âWe have a truce, donât worry Iâm not killing him and coming back with the excuse he was eaten by a walker.â
âAs if ya could beat ma ass.â He entered the room leaving his backpack and crossbow in a corner.
âYou think too high of yourself, Dixon.â You served some oatmeal and handed him.
âIâm aware of my abilities.â He shrugged and sat to have his breakfast.
Hope you like this little tiny bit of what I have already written đ©·
#I donât believe in colors soumate au#deansapplepie#daryl dixon#the walking dead#the walking dead daryl#twd#twd daryl#daryl x reader#daryl x y/n#daryl fanfiction#daryl imagines
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âFor a moment, so fleeting it might have existed purely within his imagination, Nico could tell from Libby's eyes that she did know the finer details of Atlas's experiment; that perhaps she even had the same questions Atlas had, and that the same fundamental interest had been piqued. Nico knew her very wellâ knew her like he knew the fundamental laws of motionâ and she was an academic at heart, compulsively curious, determined to have her many questions answered. It was a quality that Nico knew so well because he shared it. Because he, like her, was defined by the many things he wanted so instinctively to understandâ a hunger that had come from somewhere ready-built, deep-seated.â
- âThe Atlas Complexâ by Olivie Blake
#HE CAN READ HER EVEN IF SOMETHINF CHANGES FOR ONLY FLEETING MOMENF#HE KNEW HER LIKE HE KNEW THE FUNDAMENTAL LAWS OF MOTION#HE SHARED THAT QUALITY#BECAUSE THEY ARE EACH OTHERâS MIRRORS#SOUMATES FOREVER#I need them so bad#like Olivie I swear you better let them have their moment in TAC#4 days until we get them back#đ©đ©đ©#nicolibby#libbynico#nicolibby quotes#libbynico quotes#nico x libby#libby x nico#libby rhodes#nico de varona#olivie blake#the atlas series#the atlas complex#tac#the atlas complex spoilers#tac spoilers
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Shadows House by Soumatou â Chapter 192 ⊠Monster
#Shadows House#Soumatou#shadowshouseedit#seinen#thorrorsday#manga#mymanga#manga caps#mangacap#mangaedit#manga edit#anisource
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#tousute#touken ranbu stage#touken ranbu#shiden Tsuketari Kitan No Soumatou#yamatonokami yasusada#magoroku kanemoto#nagasone kotetsu#keisuke ueda#shuya sunagawa#gaku matsuda#my gifs#đ«¶đ»
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Fate wouldnât be that much of a bitch, would it?
Gift for @tiredflowercrown
Flower, I hope you enjoy and that you donât mind you got the gift now â Anyway, soulmates AU for our favourite mutually destructive threesome for you đđđ
The Tremaine hair salon is full today. A customer in almost every chair, the Hearts by the waiting area as usual, and Anthony is quite glad to leave Dulcia to deal with that. The Hearts kids give him a headache. Besides, she seems to be having fun.
And dear grandmother is upstairs, too. Small mercies.
He leans at the wall and looks at his sisters and cousins currently working at the salon; he shots out his hand to stop little Delilah running by. She shouldnât be there in the first place.
âDelilah!â he scolds the little one, âWhat did we say about running with the scissors in the salon?â
âNot to unless I know exactly who I wanna stab and how to get away with it,â she recites dutifully.
âThatâs right. Now, do you know that?â
She looks around and shakes her head; then she puts the scissors into Anthonyâs waiting hand with clear disappointment.
She looks at him and very clearly mouths off âFuck offâ over Delilahâs head.
âGood. Now go play with Dulcia, yeah?â She was supposed to be babysitting anyway, and KazimĂra loves getting her makeup done by the little ones. The wackier, the better, and Anthony doesnât need to deal with any of them in the meantime.
âDulcia!â he calls out, âDelllieâs coming over! Donât lose her!â
âLanguage,â he says anyway, which earns him a middle finger immediately repeated by the triplets. The Heartsâ gloves look like theyâve been dipped in blood, as usual. Dulciaâs is lace, which is not good for anything, really.
Whatever.
âHiii,â Ginny Gothel greets the salon, âI need my hair done!â
He absentmindedly drags the sharp tips and blades of the scissors over his bare fingers, pretending to look over the salon.
He looks up when the wind chimes play.
âYou donât say,â he drawls, looking her up and down and lingering on her hair, which forms a frizzy halo around her head, âAnd here I was, thinking that you go around looking like you just lost a literal cat fight on purpose.â
She walks over the salon, carelessly pushing away MeÄislav Hearts and sidestepping his dagger without breaking her stride. Anthony slides the blade of the scissors over his thumb just a bit too hard.
âFix it, then.â
âOh, nothing would please me more.â He pushes her into the chair. The one by the corner, his workstation when heâs actually forced to work. He looks into the mirror â Ginnyâs dark eyes and unruly hair.
His own face, tainted by the mark scar on his nose. He refuses to look at that for too long.
He sets down the scissors, out of Ginnyâs reach for now, when he notices another thing in the mirror:
âAngie!â he calls out, âWhere are your gloves?â
âI donât want them!â whines his younger sister, âI want a soulmark!â
âButââ
He glares at her through the mirror.
âNo you donât,â he tells her, âGo get your gloves right now.â
âRight. Now.â
She sighs melodramatically but goes, abandoning her client in the process. Said client doesnât dare to protest. Good for them.
âHow about your gloves, Lord Tremaine,â asks Ginny, turning the scissors in her hands. Of course she does.
âPut that back.â
She reluctantly puts them on the armrest, which should not be counted as âputting downâ
âWell?â
He takes away the scissors and fixes his eyes at the reflection in the mirror â at the scar on his nose.
âI donât need them, Gothel,â he drawls, âAs Iâm sure you know.â
She smiles at him innocently and grabs the scissors again, nearly piercing her palm. Not that she cares.
âNoââ
He barely takes away the scissors again when Angelica comes back, wearing the same laced gloves as Dulcia, which would do her no good whatsoever. He tells her so.
Ginny is leaning towards the mirror now and grabbing at the shiny accessories Dizzy left there â or possibly the comb, the one with the sharp end for parting hair, and, no. Anthony has had enough.
He sighs, quickly turns around to get the water bottle they keep in the salon for such occasions, and sprays dear Ginny into the face.
âWhat the fuck, Tremaine?!â she sputters.
âDonât touch that,â he tells her with some satisfaction, âAnd sit back down.â
She slowly reaches out her hand while holding a strong eye contact.
Anthony sprays her in the face again.
Behave like a cat, get treated like a cat.
In the background, Dulcia and Rosa burst out into giggles, which Anthony ignores. Ginny slowly sits back down, glaring to daggers at him. He smiles at her sweetly.
âThereâs something very wrong with you, Anthony,â she complains.
âLook at yourself first, sweetheart.â
Anthony, notably, doesnât spray her in the face again, nor does he argue â she does look good, after all. Instead, he sprays her hair with the water. Multipurpose, you see, and very convenient.Â
She looks into the mirror, studying her reflection in great detail.
âI look fantastic, Tremaine, and Iâll look better yet once you do my hair. So get on with it.â
âOh, could you infuse that with rosemary next time? Mother says itâs great for hair growth.â
Anthony scoffs. By the state of Ginnyâs hair, he wouldnât think she cares at all. Ergo, no answer for her. Just not worth it, nevermind her pout.
Finally, her hair is wet enough to be combed; he sets down the water bottle and gets the comb.
It falls down barely a heartbeat later.
Anthony stares at her hair and his hand in pure shock â no, this cannot be happening. It just canât.
Fate canât be that cruel to him, can it?
Oh, who is he kidding.
Of course it can.
âWhatââ
He swallows heavily as he looks at the newly-coloured strand of hair and the matching stain on his fingers.
âWell, fuck,â he breathes out softly, looking up to meet her eyes in the mirror.
âFuck.â
He wordlessly lifts up the strand of hair.
âOh. Oh.â
Yeah, that about sums it up.
âYouâreâ youâre kidding me, right?â
âI think we need to go see Harriet,â he says.
âI havenât said a word,â he tells her, âAnd I arenât that suicidal.â
He touches his nose â no matter what he tells himself, no matter how much he tries to deny it, he knows itâs not a scar.
Ginny stays seated, looking at herself. She has taken the hair and is now winding it up between her fingers, her eyes wide open in a mixture of fascination and horror.
Anthony touches his nose again, ignoring that the colour is now on his fingers too.Â
(It could pass for dye stains, couldnât it? It could pass for dye stains.)
He grabs Ginnyâs shoulder and pulls her up: âWe need to go see Harriet,â he repeats.
And so they go.
Before they exit the salon, he vaguely registers Dulcia blackmailing the customers into silence with the threat of life-long ban from the salon; he tightens his grip on Ginny, just to be sure. But she doesnât even try to run.
Soon enough, theyâre in the port and by the Hope; he asks for permission to board but doesnât wait for it to come, already walking over and pushing Ginny in front of himself.
âHarriet!â he calls out, âWe need to talk.â
âWhat,â she says, coming from the back of the ship, âCanât you see Iâm busy?â
âWe were inspecting the rigging, if you must know,â she informs him, turning her nose up, âNow, why are you here?â
Busy, certainly.
âIf thatâs what you call daydrinking with Murph, then sure, you were busy, dear.â
He just gestures to Ginny â to the colourful strand in her hair.
âWhat,â says Harriet, uninterested, âDid you fuck up another dye job again?â
âExcuse yourself!? Iâve never fucked up a dye job in my life, thank you for asking.â
âThen whyâs my brother going around like this?â
âHey!â Ginny stomps her feet, clearly annoyed at the argument that doesnât even involve her anymore, âWe are forgetting whatâs important here! Me!â
Anthony cringes as he remembers the hairdo Harry Hook requested.
âYou might find this hard to believe, dear,â he says, âBut that abomination was his idea. Trust me, Iâm suffering too.â
Harriet snaps her teeth at her and Anthony rolls his eyes back. Heâs so fucked.
âFine, whatever,â she allows before shouting some commands at Murphy and getting a rowdy âHave fun, Captain,â in return.
âYes. Her,â he says, âItâs⊠her.â
Itâs also a conversation better suited for a private cabin than an open deck full of nosey port rats.
âTake us to your cabin, Harriet?â he requests.
Have fun, yes. Definitely.
Fun.
Harriet marches towards her cabin and Anthony pushes Ginny to follow; the door click behind them soon enough.
âWell?â Harriet asks again, her back to them. Heâs reasonably sure sheâs currently getting them drinks and heâs not going to protest.
âItâsââ he starts, âItâs aââ
âItâs a fucking soulmark!â snaps Ginny, having finished gawking at the Captainâs private room, âA soulmark!â She tugs at her coloured hair violently and before Anthony can think, his hand shoots out to stop her.
In turn, Harriet raises her eyebrow and shots back half of her glass, which seems like a reasonable reaction, for once.
Anthony slowly pulls away his hand, ignoring unhappily pouting Ginny.
She tightens her hold to the point of pain and Anthony hisses through his teeth, yanking his hand back and shooting a dirty glare at Ginny who is watching with unconcealed interest, weaving the coloured strand of hair around her finger again. What a bitch.
âShow me,â demands Harriet, though she has already grabbed his hand and turned it over, holding his wrist in near-bruising grip. He doesnât even try to pull away.
âFuck,â she breaths out, âItâs dye. Itâs dye, right? It has to be.â
What a fucking bitch.
âAre you two going to kiss now?â she asks with feigned innocence and they quickly let go of eachother.
âShame.â
She smiles under Harrietâs glare that has sent multiple people running and Anthony defends himself before Harriet can start glaring at him too:
âItâs not dye,â he says, âNo matter how much I wish it is. Why does everyone think Iâd lie to you? Iâm not that suicidal,â he complains.
âAs you wish.â
Harrietâs lips on his shut him up.
âI still donât trust you,â she says into his lips, âGo wash your hands, so I can be sure.â
Over the sounds of splashing water, he can hear the girls hissing and snapping at each other: Harriet must be taking care to make sure the whole port doesnât hear her for once.
He leaves the room to wash his hands even though he knows it will do exactly nothing
Some staggering steps â a thud that Anthony distinctly recognises as a body being violently pushed against the wall. More hissing and something that better not have been sighs.
He looks around for soap and scrubs his hands.
A yelp of pain. Fuck. Does he even want to know what happened?
He quickly shakes away the water and enters the room: Thereâs a bite mark at Harrietâs throat and Ginnyâs lips are stained. She seems undisturbed otherwise, grinning at Harriet as she holds her by the throat and presses her against the wall.
âAnthony!â Harriet yells and great, the whole port knows what is happening again.
âThis bitch bit me!â
Come to think of it, by her standards, Harriet could be more upset, too.
âOh, for evilâs sake,â Anthony sighs, âI leave for thirty seconds and this is what happens?â
No reaction.
âOh, come on. Look at yourself. We are fucked.â
They let go of eachother and go turn to Harrietâs mirror, which has been shattered in a fit of rage a long time ago. Which just means nothing much can hurt it anymore.
âOh yes, we are fucked!â exclaims Ginny, âThis is not my shade at all!
âThatâs what youâre worried about?! Look at me!â Harriet furiously gestures around and just barely doesnât hit Ginny in the face.
âTry to yell just a little bit louder, will you?â he advises her with as much bite ashe can muster at the moment, âI donât think they quite heard you by the Bargain Castle yet. Or in the Jungle, for that matter.â
âOh, fuck off, Tremaine.â If there is any hint of panic in her voice, it will be ignored by both of them.
Ginny is still busy inspecting the damage to her lips in the mirror, thus, she can be ignored too. She isnât paying attention anyway.
âCalm down, sweetheart,â he tells Harriet, well aware that he is risking his life with that sentence, âIâll get you some concealer for that.â
Itâs not like anything else can be done now, is it?Â
Just conceal the marks and lie and hope it wonât happen again â pretend that fate isnât that much of a bitch.
#disney descendants#anthony tremaine#harriet hook#ginny gothel#dulcia tremaine (oc)#soulmates au#isle kids are not having a great time in soumates au btw#itâs fun
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