#verse: soulmate au

[mikaels0n-elijah-writing]

Elijah smirked at the woman's words, was he revealing too much? Why did he feel the need to talk to her so intensely and so much? He couldn't resist the invitation to come along if he wanted to - she didn't necessarily seem to want that. He followed her. Like a well-behaved puppy.

At her house, he lingered for a moment at the front door. He looked around but couldn't find anything to indicate anyone else. At least there was something.

He stood at the front door, waiting for her to invite him in. Or she simply slammed the door in his face, anything was possible in this case. So he leaned against it and just looked at Jackie.

"Are you going to let me in or was that just a trick to get me to leave you alone?"

hearing him explain to her things so nonchalantly makes her want to look at him more closely. that should raise red flags. why tell a complete stranger that he isn't planning on doing anything at the moment? why even breach the topic when she spoke nothing of it? she barely knew the others - and wouldn't say they were friends nor enemies to her. they simply existed in the same town.

ultimately - she decides not to question his plans or lackthereof. for now.

this encounter, for so little to have happened, was becoming a lot - and confusing. his next three questions earn two more steps closer. lifting a brow, she laughs under her breath. ❛❛ woah there, tiger. you are getting ahead of yourself with all those questions. yes, i am new. i haven't lived here long - few months.❜❜ as she thinks, she drags a gloved thumb down her bottom lip before pointing at him. ❛❛...and why exactly does my living situation interest you so much? whatever your deal is with thing one and thing two - i have nothing to do with any of them. try to keep me out of your business with them - kay. my food is getting cold. if you wish to chat. you can follow me. otherwise, i'm done standing here playing twenty questions...you can buzz off and 'observe' as you so eloquently put it.❜❜

[the-kr8tor]

Silk & Cologne

Hobie Brown x Silk!Reader Relationship Headcanons.

Pairing: Hobie Brown x Silk! gn Reader/ Spider-Punk x Silk! gn Reader

Word count: 3.8k

Tags: No use of Y/N, No specific physical description of the reader, TW blood, TW needles, TW injuries, canon typical violence, fluff, hurt/comfort, Kinda soulmate AU.

*I don't consent to having my work translated/ published on other platforms*

You meet Hobie while you're running away from his team of spider-people.

You are an anomaly who accidentally entered a different dimension from yours, but you didn't know that at the moment. Your biggest worry right now are the various spider-people going after you for some reason. 

Running and swinging from unfamiliar rooftops, you feel an invisible rope tug at you, this is probably your silk sense telling you where to go, you thought, so you follow it on instinct.

Unbeknownst to you, Hobie Brown aka Spider-Punk feels the exact same invisible rope pull him towards somewhere. He just got out of the inter-dimensional portal when he felt an unfamiliar feeling.

Also thinking it's his spidey senses keeping him on his toes, he follows it. He ignores all the calls from his comms to follow his instincts. 

You both swing towards the mysterious pull, until you both almost collide in the air with each other. 

You and Hobie both lean away last minute from each other to prevent the collision.

Your eyes lock with his for the first time.

You both feel the invisible rope stop pulling, it's replaced by longing and an unidentified urge.

As you both swing in the air you get a good look at each other. Time seems to be in slow motion as you both swing in a circle just watching each other. 

The others catch up to the both of you, stopping at a nearby rooftop, watching you both curiously. 

"What the hell am I watching?" Gwen Stacy asks as she watches you circle each other. 

"Looks like some sort of mating dance" Peter B. Scratches his neck. 

"Oh God, they're a silk variant, Lyla, Get Miguel and tell him to bring the silk blockers, this could get ugly" Jess says in her comms.

"Ohh, Dramaa. Miguel's on his way" Lyla reports.

It seemed to be hours just circling each other, waiting for either one of you to make a move. 

Suddenly you both get tackled at the same time, landing on a dirty rooftop, you bite and scratch at the assailant. 

You see from your peripheral that he's getting manhandled by someone in a blue suit, you watch as he quickly injects something in him, that makes your stranger go limp. The same invisible pull you felt dulls a little bit. 

You turn back to the woman holding you down, your eyes widen before she plunges the needle with the same color in your neck.

Darkness wraps you immediately. The last thing you see is the sunlight bouncing off the metal on his suit.

You wake up from the noise of different voices arguing. 

You're in a futuristic prison of some sort, you listen to the conversation for some answers, the magnetic pull seems to get stronger every second.

"Hobie you didn't see how they reacted, they're like feral or something!" Gwen pleads.

"Yeah, because you bloody tackled them!" Hobie uncharacteristically screams at Gwen.

"Let them go now" He demands Miguel.

"Don't you see Hobie, you're already captivated, it's because you were both bitten by the same radioactive spider, it created an irresistible attraction between you two, it will overwhelm you once the blockers I injected in both of you wears off" Miguel pinches the bridge of his nose "You two are linked together. You need to take this pheromone blocker to see reason" 

You see him hold a blue pill. 

"Take it before you become a danger to yourself and them" Miguel points at you. 

They all look towards you, now awake, your pupils blown up like a balloon, with all the eyes on you, your only attention is on the leather clad form. 

Hobie looks at you then to the pill, every second he wastes not taking the medication, he feels the pull towards you get stronger, it's almost painful. 

Listening to Gwen, he grabs the pill quickly downing it. 

He sighs as the pressure subsides.

Hobie feels like himself again.

You sigh as you feel it too, the pain without him next to you dulls. It's like an itch you can't scratch. 

Hobie crouches next to you. 

You lock eyes, the attraction still there, but you both don't have the animalistic need to be with each other.

"They need to take it too, so the medicine can take full effect" Miguel gives Hobie an identical pill. 

"Where am I? Who are you?" You meekly speak for the first time. 

"My name's Hobie Brown, apparently we were bitten by the same spider, we're linked with each other," Hobie looks towards Miguel "open it, they won't do anything" 

"How'd you know?" Miguel raises his brow.

"I just know" 

Miguel deactivates the orange glow around you.

You stand up to your full height, Hobie mirrors your movement. He hands you the pill, your hands brush against each other, electricity cackles around Hobie's hand. 

You swallow it down dryly. Feeling the pressure completely alleviate, you finally feel normal. 

Hobie feels the same, he still feels connected to you, somewhat. Like a lingering aftertaste. But there's no feeling of suddenly jumping your bones in front of everyone.

"Okay, now where the hell am I?" You push past Hobie, he gets surprised with your sudden change of tone.

Miguel gives you the spidey orientation added with some context on silk variants. 

Learning that you were bitten by the same spider feels kinda weird. Like how Lyla put it simply "it's like your soul mates, kindred spirits" then she sighs while holographic hearts float above her head.

Then finding out what you both felt hours ago, was actually an animalistic urge to mate? That is the weirdest thing ever.

After hearing the word mate leave Miguel's mouth, you take a step further away from Hobie, you just met the man and you were ready to rip off each other's clothes the second you saw each other? 

Miguel, the boss of the entire spider society, you just learned, offered you a place in their elite group. As long as you and Hobie keep taking the medication of course.

You accept the offer. A few hours ago, you thought you were the only person with spider powers, being locked in a bunker alone for almost ten years makes you lonely. Now that there's an entire team who understands you and a man who's basically your soulmate you cannot say no. 

You don't want to be lonely ever again.

You've been part of the spider society for a few weeks now, becoming friends with the other spider people. 

You were afraid of coming out of your assigned room for the first few days just in case there's another spider-person out there who was bitten by the same radioactive spider. You definitely don't want to ever feel that way again. 

Miguel tasked you to train so you could hone your skills. 

In your surprise you see Hobie in the training room, honestly you were avoiding him, with how weird you two first met, who wouldn't?

"O'hara, really?" You glare at Miguel. 

Weirdly enough, you and Miguel have become fast friends, probably because he keeps you closely monitored in case your 'charms' go haywire again. 

You call it your 'charms' since you didn't like that everyone called it pheromones, it gave you the ick.

"Being in close proximity to each other helps in training you in keeping your urges in check" Miguel informed you both, "you've taken both your meds, right?"

"Yes bossman, otherwise I would be all over them right now" Hobie teases you both. 

You almost broke your own neck with how fast you turned to look at Hobie.

Miguel sighs "Whatever just keep it PG" He leaves, the doors hiss closed once he stepped outside. 

"I like your suit" Hobie breaks the ice as he roams his eyes over your form. 

"Thanks, I made it from my own webbing" you lift your arms to show it off.

"That's -"

"Please don't say hot" 

"I was gonna say punk rock, but that works too" 

Ignoring his last comment, you walk towards the console to start up the training simulation.

"You've been avoiding me" he says matter-of-fact. 

"Hmm, I wonder why" you play with the console's settings, continuing in ignoring him.

Suddenly you feel strong arms caging you in, you turn around, and find yourself trapped by Hobie, your back gets blocked by the console so you don't have anywhere else to go. 

Your breath hitches in your throat. You can feel his warmth with how close he is. You look up at him through your eyelashes. 

"It bothers you then? Our connection" Hobie tilts his head in question. 

"No it doesn't, it's just weird and awkward. I've already wasted ten years of my life locked up, I don't want a spider defining the rest of it, do you?" Despite your brain telling you to just swing away, you fight it off and speak your mind. 

Hobie smirks, oh how he likes that fire, he intends to feed it, let it spread, he would let it burn him as long as he gets to see the real you without the pheromone fog clouding his thoughts. 

"No I don't, but we've both been away from each other for a while, and yet you still feel it don't you? The want to be near each other, the need to protect each other" Hobie rambles on, "I think it's our shared spider senses telling us something, it would be a shame to not explore it" 

"What a shame, then" taunting him, you lean up closer, your breaths mixing with each other. 

Suddenly Miguel's booming voice surrounds the large training grounds "LEAVE ROOM FOR THE HOLY SPIRIT!" 

You both pull away snickering at Miguel's comment. 

No matter how hard you try to ignore what Hobie said you can't, because he's right, even though you take the medication, you still feel him. Every time he goes back to Nueva York, for some reason you feel his presence even though you didn't see him around the building; same goes for when he leaves, you feel some sort of emptiness inside you. 

You ask Miguel whether his medication isn't completely working. 

"It's not the medication's fault, there'll always be that lingering feeling. You're connected to each other, whether you like it or not" Miguel has his back turned to you, "best to just ignore it" 

You huff at his comment, dissatisfied with his answer.

You try to ignore him, you do but it's basically impossible since you're friends with his friends and you both work at the same place. You keep seeing him EVERYWHERE.

Hobie does it on purpose though, whenever another spidey gets partnered up with you on a mission, he convinces them to swap with him. 

"You, again?!" You scoff. "Lyla said I would be partnered up with Noir this time"

"He had something come up," Hobie shrugs. "Right Lyla?"

Lyla appears suddenly "yep, some goons to punch and what not" 

"Ugh!" You swing away.

Hobie winks at Lyla as she shapes a heart with her hand. 

Whenever you come to the mess hall with a long line of hungry spider-people, Hobie's already sitting down with an extra tray of food next to him. He nonchalantly looks at you with a smug smile on his lips. 

You would ignore his invitation but he's always with backup, he would be with Gwen or Pavitr, whom you have grown fond of over the last few months. So you reluctantly swing towards them.

It also doesn't help that he's your assigned trainer, all the lingering looks and touches when he's correcting your form, wakes up the butterflies in your stomach. 

You spend so much time with him, it's impossible to ignore the feeling.

Hobie loves leaving you cd's of movies and music you missed from the last decade in your dimension. He drops it on your doorstep every chance he's got.

One time you got hurt while on a mission without Hobie, you tried to hide the deep gash on your shoulder from your team, but of course you stubbornly deny it.

Entering the inter-dimensional portal, you feel the stabbing pain on your shoulder. Ignoring the pleas from your team, you give them a pained smile, telling them that your enhanced healing will fix it. 

When you reach the hallway where your room resides, you see Hobie leaning on your door, you feel the magnetic pull towards him. With no choice but to confront him, despite the pain, you saunter towards your door with your head held up high. 

"I don't remember ordering a doormat" You tease him, You felt a chill run through your body from the pain and blood loss. 

"I felt that y'know, the cold" He stares at you seriously. "I felt the exact moment you got injured, I never want to feel that ever again" he straightens up, anticipating what comes next.

"Hobie I'm - " You feel nauseous, you fall towards him, he catches you in one swift motion. 

"Stop being so bloody stubborn. Let me help you please" He softly says right next to your head.

You shift your head to look at him directly, memorizing every detail of his face, counting every single one of his piercings. 

He shakes you out of your stupor, "Oi, stay awake for me, yeah?" 

You swallow down the pain, "Okay, Hobie, you can help me" 

Without missing a beat he carries you towards the med bay, expertly weaving through spider-people. 

The entire time you were in the med bay, he was there with you, with every stitch to close your wound, he was there. You instinctively reached for his hand to hold on to. 

When you finally woke up, he was sitting on a chair next to your bed, asleep. You take note of his hand still holding yours. You watch him, his chest moving up and down, taking note of every single detail of his suit, every crease of his boots; the different pins he has on his vest. You count every callus he has on his fingers.

 Oh

When Miguel finally approves your proposal to finally go back to your own dimension. Now that you're both stable enough to be around each other; your stomach flips when you remember it's also Hobie's dimension. 

With your reintegration back to society, you ask Jess, (the only adult you trust) to help you in finding a place to live in. And possibly a Job, to feel like a normal human again.

Thanks to Jess your transition back to your own dimension was pretty smooth. You still feel the pull here and there, but now you've gotten used to it. So used to the feeling and his presence, you didn't notice him perched on your windowsill. 

"Nice place you got here" Hobie whistles.

"Christ!" 

"Just me, lovey" he takes off his mask and enters your abode. "D'you need a doormat?" Hobie holds a brown rectangle in his hand. 

"What?" You take it from hobie with a raised brow, "Come back with a warrant" laughing once you read it out loud. 

"Glad you liked it, nicked it from another flat" Hobie smiles hearing your laugh, he goes towards your fridge to rummage through it.

"Wait, what! Please don't tell me it's from a neighbor" You follow him, opening the freezer, showing him different kinds of soda he can choose from. 

" 'Course not, got it from another building in a nicer neighborhood" he opens a can of orange soda. 

"So you basically swung around the city, holding this" you hold up the doormat. You must like me a lot. You wanted to add but you bite your tongue.

"Yeah, what of it?" He rummages through your cupboards. "You got any food in this dump?" 

You roll your eyes, knowing his schedule you hand him a packet of biscuits for his patrol. You wish he could stay though.

Whenever you're both free from your responsibilities and obligations, Hobie mysteriously appears in your flat, holding a dvd of another movie you missed and a large bag of popcorn, three feet tall, how and where in the world did he even get that? 

Sometimes though you're the instigator, instead of movies and a comically large popcorn, you bring him to different places around the city. Museums, a walk in the park, cafés, and concerts of bands that Hobie likes (that you like too but you don't specifically tell Hobie that)

When you're swinging together on patrol, you point at places that have changed since you were in your bunker. Telling him stories about your experiences in some places. 

Whenever you feel hungry, sad or in pain, Hobie feels it too. He's there waiting for you and you do the same thing for him. You take care of each other.

Once you two got bored in your flat and decided to make a conspiracy/theory board on how and when you two got bit by the same spider. Both of you were so invested in it, you didn't sleep till five am. 

You woke up from the soft snores and the strong arms around you. You force one eye open, the first thing you saw was the large board you two made, riddled with pins, and pictures of places you've both been to all connected with red strings tied around the pins. 

You hear him snort in his sleep, you smile softly. Cuddling further onto his chest. He hugs you tighter, half lidded eyes looking down on you.

"First I was a doormat, now a pillow" He says in his gravelly voice from just waking up. 

"Go back to sleep or you'll be a punching bag next" 

You were in Nueva York, just hanging around with Gwen, when suddenly you felt a painful pang in your chest. You hold on to a nearby wall to steady yourself.

"You okay?" Gwen asks.

"I think -" another stabbing pain but in your skull this time. Your eyes widen in realization. 

You look up at Gwen "Hobie" you gasp, swinging towards Miguel's command center. Gwen following your move.

You didn't waste a second once you landed in his area. "Where's Hobie?!" You scream in your urgency for him to answer you quickly. Miguel's up on his platform, his back turned.

"They didn't ask for backup, stand down, Silk" he watches his numerous monitors.

"I don't give a shit, O'hara! Tell me which dimension!" You demand. 

Miguel finally turns to you, he looks down on you menacingly "I said stand down" 

You feel the pull again, a lot stronger this time, it's a primal need to protect him. 

Gwen, noticing the tension in the air, decides to simmer it down. "It's okay Miguel, we uh, understand we'll wait for them to call for backup" she stares at you to wordlessly say: play along.

"Fine" you say, faking a smile. 

Miguel grunts and finally turns around back to his monitors.

Gwen subtly knocks your shoulder with hers.

Lyla appears on a nearby table, hiding behind a console, she beckons you over. 

You crouch in front of her, she puts her index finger on her lips, she summons a board out of thin air, written on it is the dimension where Hobie is. 

You mouth a thank you to Lyla. She makes a heart with her hands. 

Wasting no time, you run away from Miguel, finding a spot to open a portal, Gwen and you swing towards it quickly. 

Once transported, smoke and chaos greet you. Your eyes roam around the area where various spider people swing around the giant mech of an octopus, clambering up the buildings. 

You panic, not seeing the familiar glint of his spikes. 

"Gwen go help the others, be careful" you instruct her.

"Go find him" She nods.

Without being able to see him, you panic, so you use the invisible web that ties you both together. Closing your eyes, you concentrate on finding the other end of the web. You try to remember his smell to help you in locating him. 

Reaching the end of the rope you finally feel him, you can hear him breathing out slow breaths, you feel every cut and bruise on his body. A tear slides down your cheeks, but you don't have time, so you swing towards him.

Dodging mechanical octopus arms, you ignore Miguel's orders ringing from your armband. 

You finally reach him inside an abandoned restaurant. He's sitting down on the floor, back against the cashier counter, his head down low, chin on his chest.

He looks up at you the moment he feels your presence. 

"You come 'ere often?" He jokes despite the pain. 

"Hobie Brown, you're an idiot" you walk towards him. 

"Yeah, but you're the one who came here, so who's the bigger idiot?" He coughs out the last part of his sentence. 

You carefully grab his chin to assess the damage. His mask torn from the side, his brilliant brown eyes now dull, you get a glimpse of a dark red gash on his chest. 

"Let's get you out of here, okay?" You hold his face, keeping him awake with your touch. 

"Have I ever told you that You're the most gorgeous person I've ever seen?" He managed to get out. 

"No, but you show it often," you smile. "Will you let me help you?" 

He gives you a blood soaked smile, "Yeah, you can help me, love" 

You both feel the tug and pull of the web, straining against itself, now taut, it finally breaks. 

You kiss him on his bloodstained lips, ignoring the taste of iron. He kisses you most fervently. 

You feel like a dam just broke in you, overflowing your senses with just Hobie flooding every fiber of your being. 

Hobie feels rejuvenated, like he can get back out again and fight the giant octopus by himself. 

You both pull away for air. Gasping and staring in each other's blown out eyes. Hobie leans forward and kisses you again, as if he hadn't seen you in years.

"We need to take out doc oc" Hobie whispers against your lips. 

As if on cue, the octopus mech falls down on the ground with a loud crash, followed by the cheers of the spider-people. 

"Guess they didn't need us" you chuckle. 

You hold him up by his arms, slinging one on your shoulder, you help him up. 

The sunlight greets you both as you step out of the building. 

You hear Gwen yell out your names. She drops down gracefully. 

"You're both Okay!" She bounces on her feet in happinesses.

"It takes more than that to kill me, Gweny" Hobie holds on to you tighter. 

Gwen opens a portal back to Nueva York. You all step in. 

You sigh in relief when the three of you finally reach the med bay. You get Hobie admitted, you hold his hand the entire time he gets treated. Thank goodness for 2099 medicine. 

He finally falls asleep, still holding your hand. Miguel enters the room, one angry look from you, he grunts as if to say 'another time then' before leaving you both. 

When he woke up you made sure that the first thing he sees is your face. 

"Hey, trouble" his gravelly voice making you smile in relief.

"You're okay?" Tears threaten to spill over your eyes. 

"Come 'ere," Hobie brings out his arm so you don't crush it as you lay down next to him. He moves his head towards you for a kiss, you close your eyes, anticipation flooding your senses.

His kiss reminds you that you'll never be truly alone in this world.

A/n: that awkward moment when you realise that you almost accidentally wrote an a/b/o fic lmao I had so much fun writing this! Couldn't even sleep without finishing it up. Is this still technically a headcanon when it's this long lol. Hope you liked it! As always comments, likes, and reblogs are appreciated ❤️

*image above is from pinterest*

[dismas-n-dismay]

Tell me why we ain't got no Soulmate AUs for Punkflower on ao3. As if peak writing wouldn't be Mr. Hobart "There's no such thing as a pre-determined destiny" Brown having to come to terms with the fact that he has 1) a fixed soulmate and 2) not only that but it's the sweetest nerd in the universe

[tiagems]

I'm obsessed with the idea of a soulmate au where every universe's soulmate thing is different. Tattoos with your soulmate's name, matching eye colors, feeling each other's pain.

On Earth 138, it's a birthmark tattoo that matches your soulmate. There's a lot of variation in that one and it fits the style of the world. Of course, Hobie doesn't like the idea of soulmates, just in general he doesn't believe in them. Despite the sunflower printed on his left shoulder, he's very loud and proud about how he "doesn't have a soulmate" and how he doesn't need some weirdo cosmic power telling him what's best. "It's creepy," he says when Gwen asks one night, looking at her own soulmark(a black band around her ring finger; it was pink when Peter was alive). "Some dickhead up in the clouds makin' decisions for me? Gross."

Earth 1610's soulmate mark is the nickname your soulmate will give you written on your wrist. Miles spent his entire childhood not really paying attention to it, but as he grows older he starts to get anxious. "Sunflower" isn't exactly a common nickname, but then again isn't that the point? And then he thinks that maybe Gwen is the answer- except she can't be, because she's from another universe and besides, she's never once called him anything other than Miles or Spider-Man.

And then he starts spending time with other Spider-Men his age. Pavitr, Margo, Peni. Hobie.

And one day Hobie just casually says "Wanna go for a swing, sunflower?"

Miles thinks his heart has exploded.

[serandipity]

Her body was heavy and her vision was darkening. Was this how it ended? In unceremonious silence? She always believed that her death would have been bright and dazzling. One befitting an opera star.

But maybe this was it. She was just going to be an unnamed casualty on the battlefield. At least she wasn't going to die alone-- at least it had been Felix to find her so nothing weird would be done to her body.

Her eyes slip shut for a moment, and in the blackness she could swear she sees a flash of a red thread. Memories of the fights and feuds with Felix come racing in, all the little moments shared from the meals and the drunken trysts. He had been so shy the first time, so unsure of himself....

She had to furiously claim she remembered nothing, but she remembered all of it. And it hadn't been just one time. She was a fool. Maybe she should have tried a little harder to understand him, she...

Dorothea inhales deeply as her eyes shoot open. Felix had collapsed into the mud. The wound on her stomach was all but healed, but the familiar stench of iron had Dorothea sitting up frantically and turning.

Something strange had happened, and somehow Felix had seemingly taken the wound meant to kill her onto himself. She's not quite sure how this happened, but she has no time to think about it.

"It's alright. Sh. Shh. I got you, Felix." She said softly, propping his nearly lifeless body onto his lap, willing healing magic into her finger tips. Even magic would struggle to heal a wound this deep. A less experienced healer would have struggled.

She was no Flayn or Mercedes, but she could heal. She was one of the army's strongest mages

Magic poured through her fingertips and flesh began to knit itself shut-- a positive sign considering Felix's organs had been threatening to spill out of his abdomen before.

"It's alright. I'm here, Felix. I'm not going to let you die."

There was nothing that could ever convince him that soulmates existed. It was preposterous; stories that women told while gossiping with one another over tea or... some other inane scenario. It wasn't real.

But in the moment it didn't matter. In the moment he wasn't thinking about that.

Dorothea was dying in his arms. Even healing magic would struggle with the wound across her belly, and their nearest healer was currently bleeding out in his arms. If she couldn't focus to heal herself then they'd have to find someone else; Linhardt, maybe? That fucking useless idiot, always gone whenever he was needed the most-

A sharp pain ripped across his stomach, and he stumbled before catching himself. Dorothea spoke up, and he snapped at her without much thought - both because she did need to save her strength, and because that sudden twist of hot pain was not normal.

Felix kept trying to carry her, but the pain was growing as he found himself becoming weak. He stumbled, collapsing while just barely managing to keep from dropping her. She couldn't move. Her stomach. Her--

One hand was pressed against her abdomen. Felix knew she had been torn open and bloodied just moments before, and now there wasn't even any scar left behind. What? And why... did he feel so... faint...?

"Thea..." He glanced down at himself, at the growing crimson stain across his belly.

[blorboazula]

You know that soulmate au where the soulmarks are scars? Like, what would scar you shows up in the other person's body. So, that with Azutara.

Katara thinks her soulmate is a few years older than her, and an Earth Kingdom soldier with some torture experience. Lots of burn scars that look suspiciously hand-shaped and such. Burned fingers and feet, a messy back, shit like that.

So when the Agni Kai happens, she's like "hm, weird, what's that?" when she feels the burns. And all "really? REALLY?" when Zuko redirects the lightning and it's like she has a whole through her chest. And all "thank you, Ozai, for ruining your child" when she needs multiple healing sessions for her throat.

Might incorporate it as part of the background of the fic I should be writing instead of procrastinating here.

[jessicas-pi]

for the ask game, starbirds and wolves, commit to the bit, and or time heals old hate?

Sure thing!!

Starbirds and Wolves:

One thing he knows is that soulmates always feel the same about each other. Not always at first, but when they know each other, Fate plans things out so that their feelings align. And that leaves Ezra with more questions than answers. He knows what she feels for him, and he knows what he feels for her, and it’s not the same thing. But he shouldn’t think about that. Sabine gave him a place in her heart. She let him in. She cares about him! He had given up on hoping for even a fraction of what she’s given him. So how could he—how dare he—ever hope for more?

Commit To The Bit:

“What?” Ezra asks. “You and Sabine,” Hobbie falters. “You looked—so—” “Violently in love,” Aylan fills in. Now he’s the one getting weird looks. “Violently in love?” Wedge repeats. “Where did that come from?” Aylan glares, dipping three tuber fries at one in his ketchup and shoving them in his mouth and mumbling around them. “Can’t a guy enjoy a period drama without everyone being judgy?”

Time Heals Old Hate:

Ezra swallowed the lump in his throat and dabbed at his eyes with the back of his hand, nodding silently and giving her a shaky smile. Sabine seemed to understand, because she smiled back at him— And then was promptly knocked over as a swarm of waist-high Jedi crashed into her with obviously Force-assisted leaps and a unanimous shout of “Sabine’s back!” Given the way the few Jedi passing by simply walked around them, Ezra figured that surprise youngling attacks were pretty common in the temple.

[mom-fren]

okay here me out in the kitchen is so everlark coded like line after line could totally be about them (minus the bridge) but more specifically “cause it’s real once everyone knows” like that’s katniss breaking down her walls and realizing she’s undeniably in love with him and peeta seeing it in her that it’s no longer what the capitol wants or what the people in their life tell them like she’s in love with him and he’s in love with her and it’s real because the people who’ve been blind to it finally see

[love-towhomitmayconcern]

Bowuigi Soulmate AU - Princess Luigi Fan Art - Movie Canon Divergence/AU

Luigi who's never really searched for his soulmate, for a lot reasons, not the least of which being his off-putting soulmark. Bowser's who's given up on ever meeting his soulmate, but can't ever truly forget about it, even when chasing after Peach; the idea of true love is all he really wants.

An alternate universe where Mario doesn't catch up to Luigi, and has no idea where his brother may have landed, or even if they are in the same world.

Both Luigi and Bowser learn and grow together. Bower wants to marry and tart a family. Luigi wants that too, but cannot settle with no news of his brother, who he has absolute faith is searching for him.

Mario is searching, with the support and understanding of his soulmate, Peach. He is making little headway, however. Probably because Bowser is running interference.

But alas, the Mario brothers are meant to reunite, and when Luigi figures out what Bowser was hiding from him, it puts a strain on their relationship. Luigi wants to take a break and bond with his brother, maybe even see the world beyond the Koopa Kingdom.

Bowser, however, is not interested in being separated from his soulmate, even temporarily, and decides that they will be getting marries sooner rather than later, if Luigi wants his brother happy with his soulmate instead of living in their dungeon.

[dailysonadowfanfics]

Reading every single Sonadow Fanfic (Ao3): 155/4.699 words

Title: A Hole In My Heart

Author: Neorulez

Website: Ao3

Published: 24.03.2018

Word Count: 1.462 words

Language: English

Suited for minors? Teen and up

Warnings: No

Smut? No

Finished? Yes

Characters: Sonic the Hedgehog, Shadow the Hedgehog, Miles Tails Prower, Knuckles the Echidna

Ships: Sonic/Shadow

Author Tags: Soul Bond, Soulmates, Soul-Searching, Bound by a soulmate, Romance, Denial, Tumblr Prompt, Prompt Fic

Author Summary: Commissioned for Kiddilunafanfiction A Sonic and Shadow soulmate story.

My summary: Knuckles and Tails urge Sonic to go looking for his Soulmate

You can read it here

[victorluvsalice]

Valicer Polyship Week 2024, Day Two: “Blorbo Has Two Hands” (Soulmate AU)

It's Day Two of Valicer Polyship Week 2024, "sponsored" by @polyshipweek, and today's prompt is "Blorbo Has Two Hands!" This prompt, as per PolyshipWeek's write-up on the matter, is all about "The rallying cry of polyshippers everywhere: Why have a love triangle when you can have a trio of lovers instead?" and how the polycule makes love, not war. This is naturally an excellent prompt, but I wasn't sure whether I was going to use it or one of the other ones when it came to writing a story for Day Two --

Aaaand then Wednesday, November 6th happened. And after rather a lot of time spent staring at the prompts with no inspiration because I was still feeling kind of numb inside over the fucking election results, I came back to the list right before going to bed, looked at "Blorbo Has Two Hands" again, and thought, "You know what, I can probably do something with that and my Soulmates AU -- specifically, someone doubting the trio are all actually soulmates because multiple soulmates isn't a common thing in that verse." So I drafted out a story about Smiler, working at a bar post-the trio fleeing England to avoid the wrath of Kelman, the wrath of Victor's parents, and possibly the wrath of the police after Alice killed Bumby, getting harassed by a customer who didn't believe them when they said that both they and Alice were Victor's soulmates -- only to get proven wrong when said soulmates showed up to find out why Smiler was suddenly feeling so upset. It was pretty rough, but I figured it worked for the prompt --

And then I went, "Hang on...didn't I just do something like this yesterday?" For indeed, this story was rather similar, at least in general theme, to the "Alice vs Nessa" Valicer In The Dark tale I wrote for Day One. But given my mental state at the time, I couldn't come up with anything better for Day Two. So I left it be and gave myself a choice -- either try to write a different story later, or lean into the theme and do a Victor-POV story of some jerk inserting their nose into the polycule's business and getting theirs for Day Three.

...given the story I'm about to present is the "Smiler gets harassed by a customer about whether or not multiple soulmates is a thing" story, you can probably guess what I chose. XD For now, here is your Day Two story! Sorry it took a bit to get there! XD

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“So – Mister Van Dort over there is your soulmate?”

“Yup,” Smiler confirmed, smiling over at the table where Victor was currently involved in what looked like a rather intense conversation with Alice, his hands flying all over the place as they spoke. “We met at one of his parents’ parties – ended up in the same corner together, started commiserating over the fact that we both hated stuffy social gatherings, went to formally introduce ourselves by shaking hands, and – well.” Smiler grinned down at their own hands, currently drying a glass. “Suddenly the party was that much better.”

“I see,” their current customer – a fellow named Robert, who apparently ran a woodworking shop in town – murmured, nursing his third whiskey. “And Missus Van Dort is – all right with that?���

Smiler tilted their head. “Er – yes. Why wouldn’t she be?”

Robert raised an eyebrow at Smiler. “Because – she’s his wife?” he said slowly, as if they were an idiot. “And would likely want to be her husband’s soulmate?”

“Oh, there’s no problem there,” Smiler said brightly, putting away the dried glass. “She’s also his soulmate.”

Robert blinked at them. It was a pretty long blink. “What?”

“Alice is also Victor’s soulmate,” Smiler repeated obligingly. “We’ve got a bit of a thing going on.”

“You’re – but – that’s impossible,” Robert insisted, leaning heavily on the bar.

“It’s not,” Smiler said, mentally preparing their usual speech. “It’s rare, yes, but–”

“Balderdash,” Robert cut in, putting a finger in Smiler’s face. “People can only have the one soulmate. Otherwise, what’s the point of them?”

Now it was Smiler’s turn to blink. “What do you mean?”

“I’m talking about how the whole point of a soulmate is that they are the person that the universe has ordained as the most important one in your entire life,” Robert said, warming to his topic. “The relationship beyond which all others pale. The one twinned to the very center of your being! If you were given more than one, then – then it would cheapen that bond. Make it – make it lesser. It wouldn’t be about finding your perfect match – it would be about finding someone you just kind of like more than the rest. A person only has room in their soul for one soulmate. It’s simple fact.”

“It’s not,” Smiler insisted. “There’s been studies done on the bond, and–”

“Oh, studies,” Robert said derisively, grabbing his drink and taking a big swig. “Yes, everyone appreciates a study. As if any scientist really knows how to measure a soul.” He looked Smiler up and down. “And what do you know about studies? You’re a bartender.”

“My father’s an alienist,” Smiler said, wrinkling their nose against the bitter taste in their mouth produced by even obliquely mentioning Kelman. “And I study chemistry in my spare time. I’m not an idiot just because I pour drinks for a living.”

“No – you’re an idiot for letting your soulmate get married to someone else,” Robert retorted, attempting to poke Smiler’s arm – they jerked it out of the way just in time. “Shame on you for that. He’ll never be able to be a proper husband to his wife if you’ve already taken up that space in his soul! Everyone knows that people who have soulmates that are just friends have to remain single. It’s the natural order of things!” He took another drink. “Cruel of you both to lead that poor woman on. She should be off trying to find her actual soulmate, not being – taken advantage of by two horrible monsters like yourselves.”

Smiler opened their mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. Closed it again. Where the hell were their words right when they needed them most? Alice had once said they could talk their way out of a murder scene while holding a bloody knife, and now they couldn’t refute one drunk?! One deeply annoying drunk who’d hit pretty much every nerve in their body, sure, but… “I...you…”

“Smiler?”

Smiler and Robert both looked over to see Victor and Alice approaching, wearing identical expressions of concern. “Is everything all right?” Victor continued, picking at the knot of his tie. “You – you feel quite upset about something.”

“Very deeply annoyed indeed,” Alice added, giving Robert a suspicious glare. He smartly shrank away. “Is this fellow bothering you?”

“Yes, but he might not be for much longer,” Smiler said, smirking. “You were saying about how people can only have one soulmate?”

Robert looked between the three of them, visibly processing the fact that Alice too had felt Smiler’s emotions. “I – but – she – you?” he stammered, clearly having trouble collecting his thoughts.

“All three of us,” Smiler said, leaning on the bar. “Two romantic bonds and one platonic one, and all very real. And even if we weren’t all soulmates – so what? I think Victor would still have enough love in him to handle both his wife and me.” They put on an innocent stare. “Unless you’re saying that nobody can care about anyone but their soulmate? Because that sounds like a pretty lonely and miserable life to me.”

Robert stared at them for a moment more. Then he reached into his pocket, plonked some coins on the bar, and fled out the door. The trio watched him stumble away on wobbly legs. “...so I guess he didn’t believe you when you told him we were all soulmates,” Victor finally said.

“He did not, and decided to give me a big old lecture about it,” Smiler said, scooping up the money and counting it. “Okay, good, this is what he owed...anyway, it was all about how ‘multiple soulmates cheapens the bond’ and ‘if your soulmate is your best friend you need to remain single’ and nonsense like that.” They shook their head as they put the money away. “Who comes up with those things?”

“Arses,” Alice said succinctly.

Victor and Smiler both snorted. “Well put,” Victor said, then laid a hand on Smiler’s wrist. “And for what it’s worth, I don’t feel at all that having both you and Alice as soulmates has cheapened anything. If anything I feel – I feel blessed. I had trouble believing sometimes when I was younger that I was worthy of one soulmate, let alone two.” A bright smile split his face. “And now look at me. Tied forever to the two most wonderful people in the world.”

Smiler beamed, taking his hand and giving it a squeeze. “I feel exactly the same. Two bonds just means twice the love to spread around.”

“Well said,” Alice said, putting her hand over theirs. “Hopefully someday people will understand that better.”

“Mmm. Until then…” Smiler leaned in and gave Victor a quick peck, before shooting Alice a grin. “I’ll just enjoy what we’ve got.”

[crimeronan]

one thing about me is that there will always be a very sad guy who's doomed by the narrative & there will always be the familial polycule or whatever so desperately trying to save them & the family n polycule's actions will always have world-rending consequences which either make things better or worse depending on where my mental health is at during the time of writing. this is something you must understand about every heart project i have ever worked on or become attached to since the dawn of time.

[waiting-for-my-hogwarts-letter]

We Were Just Satellites

Cot3 Soulmate AU Sun/Moon/Star Marks

In a world where most are lucky to have one soulmark, a symbol representing the soul of the one that they would always be tied to (for better or for worse) having two is a rarity.

Some say it means you have a choice of a soulmate, but that’s not strictly true. Maybe two souls compliment yours, but if you’re lucky — really lucky — they may compliment each other, too.

(link in reblog)

[callalillywrites]

Birthday Week Schedule

It's officially the start of my birthday week!

I have all the birthday pieces I've created for this week completed, and I'll be dropping one each day. I'm hoping to continue the tradition each year, but let's get through this one and go from there.

Here's how that will look this year:

Monday, July 29th: Alpha! Jake Jensen

Tuesday, July 30th: Character Intros and Birthday Reactions for Cupid's Arrow (Chris Evan's character universe with a few other fandoms thrown in - Matchmaking AU with some soft Mafia AU mixed in)

Wednesday, July 31st: Beta! Pre-serum Steve Rogers

Thursday, August 1st: Character Intros and Birthday Reactions for The GODDESS Project (MCU soulmate AU and canon rewrite)

Friday, August 2nd (MY BIRTHDAY!!!): Omega! Reader

Saturday, August 3rd: Character Intros and Birthday Reactions for Something Witchy in the BAU (Criminal Minds/Charmed Crossover/Fusion AU)

Each piece will be posted no later than 12PM CST.

[galahdborn]

@swordofthreekings cont. from here

Nyx had been very excited for training today. Sure, he was bound to get his ass kicked, but he'd be an idiot to pass up the opportunity to learn from Cor the Immortal of all people.

The world had been greyscale for as long as he could remember. His parents had told him that getting your colours was the most beautiful thing you could experience and that it was something he should look forward to. So why was it that it had to happen when he was completely winded?

For a moment he just laid there on the ground, overwhelmed and confused, his brain not fully caught up yet. He felt like he had been blinded with the way everything looked, something new and colourful to look at in every direction. He barely noticed that Cor had stopped the training exercise, though the older male's voice cut through the haze he was in.

"The one and only," he offered, turning his head to look at his fucking soulmate. Taking a moment to finally get on his feet, he stood in front of the Marshal almost awkwardly – the confidence he was known for nowhere to be found.

"It... happened to you too, right?" he asked, somewhat hesitantly. Where there cases where soulmates didn't match? He didn't know, but he wanted to make absolutely sure that he wasn't alone in this – and that he wasn't hallucinating or something.

[flappervcmp]

❛  pin .   to  restrain  my  muse’s  hands  during  intimacy . // soulmate au 👀

They'd just been relaxing in her bedroom, tv on in the background but not paying much attention to what was on as hands idly trailed over exposed bits of skin. Annie's hands trailing over his arms, while Caleb would lightly brush her fingers across her legs.

The occasional press of lips against each other, her mouth moving down to place open-mouthed kisses against his shoulder as they sat in her bed, the outside world nothing but white noise.

Before she had a chance to realize what was happening, Caleb had moved faster than she could react, moving to push her gently onto her back and crawling up over her, hovering above her briefly before leaning down to kiss her, palms moving towards hers on the bed.

She kissed him back, less of a gentleness to her kiss in return as she tried to move up into him, but found she couldn't move herself much. Her hands had been moved without her noticing, now up above her head and pressed into the pillows with Caleb's fingers interlacing with hers to keep them there.