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Why is almost every soulmate au modern-day like I want some Mafia and pirate soulmaye aus throw in a steam punk while your at it. Maybe a Naga or siren(half fish half bird idc) I like the idea of spoulmate aus and a lot can be unique but at the same time so similar explore! Plz like if somebody sees this and Wrights a soulmate story that takes place in the past or maybe SUPERNATURAL stuff or both even Better if it's both plz tell me the name and where it is or post a link and tell me so I can check it out idc if it's some depressing stuff or mostly fluff or if it's is 100 words or maybe 500k words I just want a really unique non modern or at least supernatural even if it's only a Lil supernatural in a modern worl. I like the idea and it sounds fun but it gets a bit boring after the same or similar(sometimes there are a bigger difference) idea is used. Idec if they are fish I just want something different.
Also sorry if I make it sound like every soulmate story is bad cause they aren't and they are all unique in their own ways I'm just looking for something that is more different(?)
Dreamscape ( i )
John Constantine x Fem!Reader
"It was hard to believe this wasn't a dream- this wasn't something your brain created to meet your soul's other half. It was real..."
A soulmate AU where you share dreams with the warlock known as John Constantine throughout both of your lives.
Have this posted on my AO3 account, and I felt like posting on here too- with a few minor changes
Warnings for this chapter-- Mentions of John's childhood ab*se, but it's not heavy- small descriptions and talks of it.
Sunlight peeked through the curtains, coming close to hitting your face as you slowly opened your eyes. You could feel his arms wrapped around her, pressing your back against his chest. It wasn't a tight hold, but if you moved it would surely wake the man snuggling up against you.
Not that you wanted to.
You wanted him to enjoy a peaceful sleep for a change. Besides, it was early...
Wasn't it?
You needed a clock. Clock, where are you?
You looked around the motel room, your eyes lighting up with joy upon spotting your phone on the nightstand next to your side of the bed. Thank goodness your dominant hand wasn't trapped at the moment. Which meant you just might be able to get the device without waking him up! Slowly and carefully, you reached over to grab your phone.
Your fingertips barely grazed the cool metal.
Much to your frustration.
"Damn it." You swore under your breath as you struggled to reach it. Why couldn't your arms be just a bit longer? Or better yet, why couldn't your phone be a bit closer? Eventually, your fingers got a better grip on the device, a mental cheer going off in your mind.
You did it! Now to check the time-
A startled noise left you when he felt him nuzzle into the crook of your neck. His stubble once again tickling your exposed neck. You got such a surprise your grip loosened on your phone- said object making a quiet thud as it hit carpet. A shaky breath left you as he placed one or two lazy kisses along your neck, your face warming from such actions.
Funny at that. A grown woman you are, yet this man can still make your heart do funny dances while blushes race across your face and down your neck.
"Something wrong luv?"
"Hmm? Oh no, it just startled me." You confessed, adjusting yourself so you could see him. Your soulmate. You were still getting used to the fact.
There was a gentle expression on his face as he stared at you. His eyes no longer holding in that frustration and sadness you had come to know. There was a light to them now, a light that made your soul sing. "You okay?" You still couldn't help but ask, which earning a sleepy chuckle from the blonde male. "I'm alright." He assured you, kissing your forehead as he hugged you close. "Didn't mean to wake you earlier." You murmured, humming in content as he rubbed little circles on the small of your back. "You didn't." The male muttered lazily.
You hummed under your breath, it was so easy to doze off. It was safe, you knew you were safe with your soulmate. Even so...
"You feel like getting up?"
A giggle threatened to leave you as he let out a tired grumble. You took that as a no. "It's Saturday." The blonde argued. "I'm pretty sure it's Sunday." You countered. It only earned a chuckle from him. "All the more reason to stay in bed." He replied, giving your forehead another kiss. He may say otherwise, but you had a feeling he was wide awake now.
It was hard to believe this wasn't a dream- this wasn't something your brain created to meet your soul's other half. It was real... as real as you and John Constantine lived and breathed. Closing your eyes as you leaned against him, your mind drifted off. Off to the first time you met him.
Everyone had a soulmate, one could meet through the dreamscape. Both you and your soulmate were able to talk and touch within the realm of dreaming. The world created around you was all based on things you dreamt of. Sometimes they were good. Sometimes they were stuff of nightmares.
Part of the reason why having your soulmate in the dreamscape was so important. They helped pull you from the bad things.
You didn't realize how bad things were for John when you first met though.
The shared dreaming didn't start until the soulmates turned thirteen- around that time, you didn't have a lot of friends. Yes you were on friendly terms with some of the girls in your class, but you liked vastly things from them. And while they weren't cruel... there was a good distance between you and them. Half the boys in your grade at the time weren't bad. Although the other half did things that just made your blood boil with their actions.
So on the day of your thirteenth birthday, you couldn't wait to go to bed. You just knew you and your soulmate would have everything in common. Or at least liked a few of the same things.
That was how it worked, right...?
Your parents had similar taste in music, and they liked watching those old films on Friday night. Slipping under the covers of your bed that night, you soon closed your eyes... and you were off.
And it was just as amazing as you thought it would be.
Your eyes widened as you took in the scene around you. It was an exact replica of the outdoor world from your favorite show at the time. "Hello? Hello!" You frowned upon not hearing a response. After a few moments, you headed off down a pathway. Suddenly you came upon a grove of willow trees, and the sound of crying.
Crying...?
"I'm coming!" You swallowed hard as you quickened your footsteps, slowing down when you spotted the source.
The boy sitting underneath a willow tree wore pajamas that didn't match. His blonde hair was a mess, but that wasn't your main concern. Your eyes were fixated on the cigarette burn mark on his upper shoulder. And the bruises on his forearms. ".. are you okay?" You were too scared to step closer, would he even let you? You never saw a boy his age cry before... it left an uneasy feeling in your stomach.
"Go away..." His voice was weak, but you could hear the accent nonetheless.
"Just go away." He repeated, his voice a touch more firm than before.
"No-" You froze in place at the sharp glare he went you, his eyes red from crying. "I... I won't go until I know you're okay." You stated, trying to keep your voice steady as you eventually sat down. Not too close though, but just enough to make it known you weren't running off anytime soon.
He glared at you before turning away. A sharp feeling of hurt tugged at your heart, which you quickly squashed down. Something awful happened to him... he was in pain. So much pain... how could you make it go away? Pressing your lips into a thin line, your shoulders sagged as you sighed softly. You told him your name, soon talking about your likes and dislikes. Secretly hoping it helped get his mind off whatever was wrong.
"Am I talking too fast?" You eventually asked when you took notice of him again. His body slightly turned to your direction.
He didn't look you in the eye though, seemingly more interested in the fresh green grass. "... mom keeps telling me I talk too fast." You continued on when he didn't answer. Much to your dismay. It faded quickly though when the blonde soon spoke up.
"... John. My name's John." He soon told you, your eyes wide from surprise before a small smile grew. You liked the name. It reminded you of the Saint, and a famous actor your parents enjoyed seeing. "... you still have a mum?" John soon asked. Your happy feeling soon turning into something more cold... and shocked.
Did... did he loose his mom?
"... I do." You answered softly, biting your lip in worry as you weighed the question. "... what happened to your mom?" You eventually asked. John snatched up fistfuls of grass, angrily tossing them away. "She died. Dad says it was my fault."
Horror gripped at you. "But you're a kid!" You exclaimed. How could someone hurt their own mother? "She died giving birth to me." He soon explained. Your nerves calmed down... somewhat. "... you were a baby, you didn't want it to happen." You whispered, sad, sad that this was thrown at John. And angry. Angry that his father saw fit to blame him for something beyond his control. You scooted a bit closer to him, frowning in worry as he continued ripping up bits of grass.
"I hate him..." He growled out.
"Don't say that-"
"It's true! Ever since my sister left he..." John trailed off as more tears threatened to spill. His eyes growing wide when you gently hugged. It last a few seconds, before you pulled away. "I'm sorry... it's just... you looked like you needed it." You admitted. Getting a hug from your mom or dad always made you feel better. You thought it might work for John. The other teen seemed hesitant for a few moments, before he inched closer to you. And while you didn't hug him again, you were more than happy to simply sit beside him.
"..I like magic." You heard John admit after several minutes passed by. "Really?" You asked in a bit of awe. Most of the boys in your class enjoyed sports or superheroes. None of them expressed an interest in magic.
"Can... you tell me more?" You asked again, a smile appearing on your as John started explaining the magic he was always looking up in his spare time. Suffice to say, it wasn't the magic you had in mind. It sounded spooky and scary... but magic itself wasn't bad- it was bad when bad people used it. Like the villains in your current favorite shows and movies- the good guys used magic too to fight back. Well maybe not all of the good guys, but a good many of them.
John seemed a lot better too, his eyes were still red from crying of course. But the sadness from earlier seemed to be disappearing a little. "I'm going to use my magic to talk to mum." He explained. You... weren't quite sure how that could work. His mother was dead.
But magic could be very powerful- he could find a way. Surely he could! "I bet she will be very happy to hear from you." You soon replied, a startled noise leaving you when you saw the world around the two of you start to fade. "No- no wait!"
You snapped out of your past when you heard John call your name. "Knew you didn't want to get up, you were nodding off there." You flushed at the teasing tone and smirk John sent you. "I wasn't nodding off." You countered, grumbling faintly as he chuckled.
"Sure you weren't." John countered playfully. Your grumbling continued as you reluctantly slipped out of his embrace, earning a groan from him. "Come on luv." He hid under the comforter when you tossed him his clothes. "It's only...." You trailed off as you picked up your phone.
"9:37 AM." You answered, going about the room to pick up your clothes from last night. Setting them aside, you went through your bag to pull out a t-shirt in your favorite color along with some jeans.
"Too early." You heard John call out, earning a faint giggle from you. "I'll be in the shower if you need me- to talk." You were quick to throw in at the last minute. Not missing the way John pulled himself out from hiding. He sent you a smirk that was anything but innocent.
"And if I wanted to talk to you in the shower?" He asked.
You responded in kind. A glare that held no real bite to it as you entered the bathroom, promptly closing the door behind you.
Soulmate au, but you understand someone is your soulmate when they slap you in the face.
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Dick Boy
Characters: Felix X reader (featuring Ateez)
Genre: Crack/Fluff
Words: 3809
Synopsis: Your soulmate just wouldn’t stop drawing dicks on your arm
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You were told growing up that soulmates were a special thing. It was the person who your soul was tied to, who could make you the happiest you could ever be, it was someone everyone in their lives wanted to meet at least once. Your parents were lucky enough to have found each other early on in life, some of your friends had found theirs while on the playground at recess and others were still idly searching for their second half. People said that when they realized who they’re soulmate was, an intense feeling of euphoria flowed through them; however, you were skeptical that you would have such feelings towards your soulmate.
They just wouldn’t stop drawing dicks on your arm.
Soulmates were attached by drawing on the skin. Whatever you wrote down on yourself would become plastered to your soulmates skin until you removed it. So when small doodles showed up on your skin as a child you were rather fond of the scribbles. There were small drawings of dogs, of singers, and occasionally a poorly written hello which you barely had time to respond to before it was washed away. Those sweet drawings from childhood had washed away entirely by the time you had reached middle school, high school, and now college. Instead of “hello” or “good morning”, it was “what’s 34 to the 3rd degree” or “What else is in a cell all I remember is mitochondria”. While your soulmate was endearing, he was also annoying.
Especially now as a rather large dick began to mark the top of your arm, for everyone in your morning lecture to see. You were jolted from your adapt note taking as the shapes began to take form, making your face heat up in embarrassment as you tried your best to cover it. On most days, you even brought a jacket no matter the weather to hide the embarrassing images that appeared on the skin of your body.
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“Right? Right.”
Soonyoung x GN!Reader
Genre: some fluff, more angst, a lot of wholesome friendships
Words: 13,5k
[Soulmate!AU] Your soulmate mark might be broken, but at least he will always be there for you.
Read also: Broken Pieces (Jihoon spin-off)
The morning of your 17th birthday was the most exciting one yet and would forever be engraved deep into your memory. It was the day you’d receive your soulmate mark. The only issue with it?
“Why can’t it just appear at midnight?” you groaned and leaned back against your pillows. “Why does it happen to be at a random time?”
Wonwoo chuckled and took your left wrist to examine it once again – just like he’d done about a thousand times already – before reminding you: “The mark needs some time to form, you know. It would be weird if it just appeared out of thin air.”
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the habits of a broken heart.
☾ genre : soulmates au, unrequited love, art student!JK, english student!Y/N, angst, fluff, subtle enemies to lovers
☾ pairing : jeon jungkook x reader
☾ summary : jungkook and you are soulmates. so says the matching crescent moons on both your wrists. however, things are never as easy as they seem, and you are quick to learn that falling in love with someone who does not believe in love is a one-way ticket to heartbreak.
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“You still are, you know. Worth it.” You release a shaky breath. “But I was stupid to think that I am too.”
☾ word count: 26.3k (my biggest one yet!)
☾ author’s note: this took forever oh my gosh! i really hope you like it! it’s my first time writing such a big single piece, and trying a different style. thank you so much for your support, always! please let me know what you think ♡
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Mirrored Eyes and Temper
Prompt: Soulmate AU, your soulmate has one eye that is the color of their soulmate and one of their regular eyes. The eye colors shift one puberty onsets for one. Their eyes switch colors back after they meet and complete the bond. They can also feel each other's emotional states.
Pairing: loki Laufyson X Male!reader
Request: NO
Author's note: the writing will be weird, trying out a new style and trying to change things up a bit. Its sorta 3rd person but also not, idk we’ll learn together. as always enjoy and don't forget to repost if. they maybe a part 2, idk though
Warnings: swearing I think, maybe some angst. Canon divergence
word count: 4.6k
Not proofread
Loki POV:
Loki his entire life was always acquainted with multiple eye colors, with him being a shapeshifter and constantly playing tricks around the palace with the staff, his brother, and his brother's friends. Blue, green, gray, brown, yellow, purple, whatever color he could think of his eyes could shift to when he was changing form. Somedays, he just changed his eyes, others he would change his entire appearance or to another species. Whatever suited his fancy for the day. Most days he stayed in his normal Asgardian form, green eyes, porcelain skin, black hair and went about his days. For several hundred years, both of his eyes were one color so when he woke up with one eye normal and the other one gray he was confused. This confusion hit him 2 fold about 20 minutes later when he was sitting at his desk and felt dread, followed by embarrassment for an unknown reason.
‘By the gods, this is going to be a nuisance.’ Loki thought as he rolled his eyes and left for the dining hall. As he sat down he wished his mother a good morning and started to make his plate of food. His mother noticed his change in demeanor and asked what was different. He sighed and explained that he got his soul bond and was mirroring the emotions of his bonded. His mother nodded understandingly then changed the topic to the lessons they were to have that day.
Growing up he was taught about the soulmate clause that dictated when a person was in the adolescent stage, one eye would change to match their soul's other half and that they would be able to feel the emotions of the other half. He hit puberty about 200 years ago and was well into his “adult years” (roughly 20 years in midgarden years). He tried to change his eye color using his magic, only for one eye to remain gray.
(y/n) POV
When (y/n) was in elementary school he took a class that taught kids about “soulmate bonds” and how important they are. The Soulmate bonds dictate that as a kid comes of age, one eye will change to match their Soul’s bonded mate (using the term mate lightly) and it will only change back when they finally meet and make eye contact. The soul bond would also allow the other to feel the emotions of their bonded. (y/n)'s eyes were always one solid gray color until one morning sometime in junior high. He woke up and went to the bathroom after grabbing a towel and looked towards the mirror and froze in his spot. One of his eyes was a light green with a swirl of a sort of various colors to it, like it was dipped in an oil spill. He blinked and rubbed his eyes in disbelief, as if it was just a trick and shook his head. When he looked back in the mirror he saw that the eye that was once gray was still green. He took a deep breath and took his shower before going and getting dressed then going downstairs to join his mother, father and 2 brothers. He sat at the table and said his good mornings before working on making his cereal
‘Be cool. If I don't say anything, mom won't notice.’ (y/n) thought as he started eating. His mom pressed a kiss on his head as she sat down. He continued to try and evade his mom’s sight. When his older brother's eye shifted she got super excited and started fussing over him and doting on much more, something (y/n) wanted to avoid. A couple years behind his brothers in age, he knew it was coming and he dreaded it. He was lost in thought when he heard his father (y/n)l his name. Snapping his head up, (y/n) looked toward his father and internally cursed himself as his mother let out a joyful screech.
“My baby finally got his soulmate eye match! It’s a special day! Come, let mom see it.” His mom said and he sighed and looked at her.
“It's not that special, Wyatt and Elijah got theirs already. “ (y/n) said as he stood from the table and went to leave the room.
“ ‘not that special?’ what do you mean not that special. It's the day my baby boy will become a man.” His mother fussed and flicked his forehead playfully. His brothers snickered and sped out the door before they could receive the mom look. (y/n) groaned and blinked in disbelief.
“Mom, I have to get to school.” (y/n) said as he stood up, finishing his bowl, moving towards the door. She sighed and let him go.(y/n) decided he wouldn’t look for his soulmate and focused on his schooling and getting into a good job.
It wasn't until he was in his tech engineering class in his 1st year of highschool that he got a hall pass to use the restroom. As he was washing his hands, he noticed that his eye had changed from the green oil spill like eye he was used to, to an icy blue with patches of yellow. He seemed to be caught in some sort of a trance as he watched the eye change color. It was like watching food dye mix with water, going from blue, to brown, to multiple shades of yellows and oranges then purple before settling back down on its original color. He decided to start wearing a patch over his eye to hide the color that seemed to change everyday to avoid questions
(y/n) graduated highschool in the top 5% of his school and got a full ride to Stark Industries and became an engineering tech, working with Tony Stark personally and becoming somewhat of a personal advisor for the Avengers, regarding equipment tune ups and maintenance. Over the years he felt a very slight hint of annoyance in his daily life and distaste. He was mainly able to ignore this and continue working. One day he was off duty and just relaxing in his room and felt a wave of terror and anger rip through him suddenly, knocking the breath from his lungs. He quickly rushed to the mirror to see if the eye would help give him an idea of what was happening. When he looked in the mirror he noticed the eye that was ever changing, one solid red color. (y/n) was in shock when he noticed that the skin just lining the eye, maybe an inch around was blue, and cold to the touch. He watched as it shifted back to his normal skin tone and watched as the eye changed back, with the red undertone now present, no matter the change in color. He vowed to never let anyone see the eye to avoid the questions that would come with it.
(y/n) was 23 when he fully became a tech for the avengers and moved out his moms house and into the compound, with his own fully furnished room and access to the lab to work with Tony and Bruce. Tony claimed it was because it was safer than living in an apartment complex, (y/n) didn’t see the reasoning behind it but complied, thrilled about not having to pay rent. Tony asked about the eyepatch, comparing him to Fury (which (y/n) didn’t understand since he never met Fury.) and giving him the nickname “Captain (y/n)”, which annoyed (y/n) immensely but he learned to deal with it. Whenever Tony tried to ask (y/n) about the patch, (y/n) said he was in an accident that caused him to lose his eye growing up. Tony knew this was bullshit but never pushed the topic again after he kept pestering (y/n) about it and was snapped at by Pepper for not respecting (y/n)’s boundaries.
Things went smoothly after that and (y/n) was thankful for it. He continued to work like nothing happened and it was smooth sailing for a few more years after that. Until Thor came back from Asgard with news. His brother was sentenced to live on midgard with limits on his powers, as punishment for his crimes committed during the Battle of New York. The team was on the fence until Thor explained he would have very limited power and Hiemdall would have an eye on him at all times. This calmed the team down a bit and the move started. Tony had the room down the hall from (y/n) renovated and refitted for Loki. The date was set for one month's time on midgard for Loki to be moved in.
One morning (y/n) was getting dressed and watching his eye with interest as it swirled with color when he heard a knock on his door. He sighed and slipped his eyepatch on and worked on braiding his hair to keep it out of the way, ignoring the knock at the door. The knock came again and he let out a low grunt then looked at the clock, 8:39 am.
“Just a moment.” He called as he finished up the braid and adjusted the eyepatch again. The knocking persisted. He growled a bit as he slipped his shoes on and made his way to the door. Swinging it open, he looked at the person on the other side.
“What? I’m a little fucking busy right now.” (y/n) snapped and glared at the person
“No need for the attitude, (y/n). You woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning? Anyway, I wanted to remind you that Loki will be here around 1ish today.” Tony said as he shot (y/n) a shit eating grin, which caused (y/n) to roll his eyes.
“No, you interrupted my routine. Thank you for the reminder. I was about to head down to the lab anyway. Will you be joining me?” (y/n) asked as he moved past Tony, closing the door.
“When am I not in the lab? Of course I’ll be there. Blueberry?” Tony retorted and shook the bag in (y/n)’s direction. (y/n) let a small smile slip and accepted some from Tony as they talked about the new project they would be working on as they walked to the lab. Once they got to the lab, (y/n) shrugged off his overshirt, leaving him in a black, thick strapped tank top and rolled his shoulders, showing off his tattoos. He had one tattoo that spanned the length of his arm. It was a black and white tattoo of a snake skeleton and crows skull that ended at his wrist and shoulder (the crow skull framing his shoulder) . He had a few small pieces that ranged from his mom's name on his chest and a death head moth on his other shoulder. He made sure his hair was out of the way before getting to work on improving some of the team's gear (mainly Natasha’s widow bites and figuring out a better collapsing system for Clint’s bow) and various other gear that needed upgrading. After tinkering with the gear he started helping with the project Tony was working on. He got lost in the project until JARVIS announced Thor would be arriving soon. Tony looked at (y/n) and decided it would be a good idea to take a break so he could greet Thor. (y/n) told Tony to go ahead and would see if he could make some progress with the coding and the plating in the new suit Tony was working on. Tony nodded and left (y/n) to work.
A few hours (y/n) managed to figure out that there was a small spot in the coding that caused the program to crash and moved on to fixing the plates that seemed to get stuck when the suit was shifting. (y/n) removed the patch so he could see the plates better. He started to work on it for a while before getting frustrated and called it quits. (y/n) threw the screwdriver in frustration and cringed as it clattered on the floor. He sighed and went to grab it when he felt eyes on him. He looked up and saw Bruce standing there, watching him. (y/n)’s eyes widened as he scrambled to grab the eye patch.
“Shit, fuck. Bruce, you can’t say anything to anyone.” (y/n) said as he slid it back in place and put the screwdriver on the table.
“I won’t tell anyone. But answer me this. Why hide your eye? Having a soulmate connection isn’t something to be ashamed of y’know.” Bruce said as he made his way in the room. (y/n) sighed and sat down on the stool that was behind him
“I’m not ashamed of it. I hid it because I wanted to focus on my life. I don’t want to be bothered with people asking why it was constantly changing and that it never seemed to stay a single color.” (y/n) said as he looked at Bruce, deflating a bit. Bruce nodded in understanding and held a hand out to (y/n), a silent agreement to keep it quiet. (y/n) grabbed his hand and Bruce spoke up again.
“Tony told me you would still be here, said to tell you that dinner would be done soon and he wants you there.” Bruce said as he took a step back. (y/n) rolled his head, his neck popping as he stood back up.
“He has JARVIS and yet he sends someone to collect me. No offense Bruce.” (y/n) said as he walked towards his shirt, grabbed it and led Bruce out of the lab, locking it behind him.
“None taken. I’m pretty sure Tony does that to annoy you.” Bruce said with a little humor in his tone.
“Not surprising, it works.” (y/n) said as he shook his head and started towards the common area. As (y/n) entered the room he saw Thor, Nat, Clint and Steve lounging around the room.
“Good evening everyone. I am gonna shower then I’ll be back. As you can see, I am gross” (y/n) said as he motioned to his grease coated arms, stained clothes, and messy hair. Everyone made some motion in acknowledgement and Thor stood up to greet (y/n).
“Brother (y/n)! After you bathe, would you bring Loki here for dinner?” He asked/ exclaimed as He pulled (y/n) in a bear hug. (y/n) didn’t move, exhausted.
“I can try, but no promises.” (y/n) said after Thor let go, immediately moving toward his room. After he entered his room and locked his door, he removed his eyepatch and grabbed a towel. He stripped down and went to the bathroom to shower, glancing in the mirror. He was taken aback that his eye was a soft green, the red undertone a little less visible. After about half an hour of scrubbing and rescrubbing he felt like he had gotten all the grime off and got out, wrapped the towel around his waist and went to his closet and pulled out a pair of jeans and a simple black shirt. He dried himself off and got dressed then worked on drying his hair before pulling it back in a very loose braid, rebraiding the teal ribbon into his hair in support of her fight against her ovarian cancer. He hadn’t seen his mom in a while but called regularly and learned her cancer had come back. After he was satisfied with his appearance he slipped on a clean, maroon colored eyepatch and ventured out into the hall and knocked on the door down the hall to his and waited for it to open
After a bit, he knocked again, a bit harder and waited. He was stunned when the door opened and he saw the god before him. Then suddenly his eye stung a bit and he got a pounding headache. (y/n) played it off and told Loki that dinner was ready and tried to put some distance between them. Loki grabbed his arm and stared at him, eyes squinted.
“The eyepatch, What is it for?” Loki asked as he took in (y/n)’s appearance fully.
“I had an accident as a kid, lost my eye as a result. Now let's get moving. Don’t want them to think you murdered me, or whatever”. (y/n) said as he noticed one of Loki’s eyes was the same shade of gray his eye was. He panicked internally and removed his arm away and basically sprinted down the hall. Loki watched as (y/n) put distance between them and followed behind him, all the more curious.
This continued for months. (y/n) staying away from Loki while not secluding himself. (y/n) decided he needed to talk to Bruce. One evening he knocked on Bruce's door and waited for Bruce to open up. Bruce invited him in and they sat down.
“I am gonna say something and I need you to not freak out or get upset.” (y/n) said as he took the eyepatch off and set it on the bedside in Bruce's room. Bruce nodded and looked at (y/n) to continue.
“I think Loki is supposed to be my soulmate.” (y/n) said and dropped his head as another headache came on. Bruce’s mouth fell agape as he looked at (y/n)
“Are you sure?” Was all that Bruce could muster. (y/n) nodded as a tear fell from the pounding in his head. Bruce sat next to (y/n) and pulled him into a gentle hug and offered to get him some meds for his head and (y/n) nodded, unable to speak. Bruce got up and went to collect some pain meds for (y/n). All of the sudden (y/n) was in severe pain and his eye burned like the fires of hell as he collapsed on the ground, world going black
(y/n) opened his eyes and blinked at the harsh white lights as he tried to sit up, his head throbbing. He was immediately pushed back down as someone stood up and placed a hand on his shoulder. The next thing he was aware of he had a wider visual field and quickly placed a hand over his face, feeling for his patch. It wasn’t there. (y/n) panicked and started looking for it.
“It’s not here, don’t freak out. You do have some explaining to do though” Tony’s voice rang out, stern. (y/n) shrunk into the cot, as if he was being scolded for being caught stealing something.
“Yeah, I know.” (y/n) said as his eyes adjusted to the room. Once (y/n) sat up, he asked JARVIS to have Bruce bring his eyepatch, feeling out of place without it. A couple seconds later JARVIS sent back that Bruce was on route. Tony sat up and looked at (y/n). (y/n) refused to make eye contact with Tony, knowing that the genius man would be able to figure out that he was hiding more than he let on. The two men sat in an uncomfortable silence and Tony kept quiet for once while (y/n) was gathering his thoughts.
Once (y/n) gathered his thoughts and got his story straight he told Tony everything from the eye changing colors to talking to Bruce because he caught him without it before dinner (He left out the suspicion of Loki being his soulmate, spare Tony the heart attack). He took a break when Bruce came in to hand the eyepatch to him and asked how (y/n) was feeling. (y/n) gave him a hand motion that signaled he was fine but also still in some pain. Bruce immediately understood and went to get some pain killers for (y/n). Bruce excused himself so he could inform the team that (y/n) was ok.
After Bruce left, Tony looked at (y/n) again, thoughts whirring.
“The fainting spells, are those new?” Tony asked as he stood up. (y/n) rolled his eyes and sent a frown in Tony’s direction. (y/n) swung his legs over the bed and worked on standing up. Tony rushed over to support (y/n) as he attempted to stand. (y/n)’s legs were wobbly but he stood up and got his bearings. He adjusted his clothing and made sure his ribbon was in place.
“Yes. This hasn’t happened before. How long was I out?”
“Only an hour or so. You scared Bruce to death and had everyone worried, including Loki, which was a bit strange, but whatever. Let's go get some food for you. That should help.” Tony said as he walked with (y/n) to the kitchen in the common area. As soon as he stepped in the room, Peter ran up and hugged him.
“(y/n)! We were all worried about you, even Ms.Natasha. Even if she says she wasn’t. What happened?” Peter asked as he pulled out of the hug. (y/n) walked to the kitchen and made himself something quick to eat and looked back towards peter.
“Don’t worry about me, spiderkid. Things are good. Low blood sugar is all” (y/n) lied to him, to put him at ease
“No, don’t bullshit me. What happened?” Peter said, frown settling deep on his face.
“Truthfully, I don’t know. I was talking with someone and the next second I was waking up in Medbay.” (y/n) said between bites of his food. (y/n) didn’t know it but Loki was lurking in the back of the room, watching and gauging his body language to look for signs of deceit. (y/n)’s whole body showed signs of deception and it interested Loki further.
After (y/n) ate and chatted with the team, he excused himself for the night and left to relax and get some rest, on Tony’s request (hypocrite). As (y/n) looked towards the mirror, he saw his eye was now a deep red, then a feeling not unlike guilt and grief racked through his body as slipped off his shirt, shoes, and pants before slipping into bed and fell asleep, exhausted from the day.
Loki POV:
Loki had been in this place for all of 3 hours before someone came knocking on his door, demanding attention. He ignored it, hoping it would go away. When the knocking persisted he got up and opened the door. Loki was met with a look of shock and the feeling of astonishment in his gut as this mortal looked at him. Why astonishment? He wasn’t sure. Loki watched as The man in front of him winced and tried to play it off.
“The eyepatch, what is it for?” he asked, curious. He scanned the Males appearance, long hair pulled back into a loose braid with a teal ribbon threaded into the separate lock that was then braided into a big braid, maroon colored eyepatch, plain black shirt and jeans with some boots on the bottom.
“I had an accident as a kid, lost my eye as a result. Now let's get moving. Don’t want them to think you murdered me, or whatever”.” The man said as he put space between the two of them. Loki watched as the man scurred down the hall and out of sight as he felt a sense of panic that fluttered through his chest.
Several months went by as Loki adjusted to the climate of the tower, dealing with the slightly hostile environment. Most of the time he just stayed in his room, coming out to receive food and bring back his plates, which he washed (he's not a monster. He understands he is a guest, just not by will). Most of the time he spends reading, practicing his very limited magic or sharpening his dagger and tidying his room up. He also learned the man's name. He can say in his opinion the name “(y/n)” fits well for him.
One night as he was reading a book that was on the shelf when he felt a pain rip from his chest and he rushed to the door and tried his teleportation into (y/n)’s room. He felt the earth shift and suddenly he was in (y/n)’s room. He quickly looked around for (y/n), not taking the time to take in the room. He grunted out of frustration and rushed out and into the common room.
Thor stood up and greeted Loki. “Brother what can I do for you?” Thor asked and he wrapped an arm around Loki’s shoulder.
“No time for pleasantries. Where is (y/n)? I have a suspicion that he is hurt?” Loki said, shrugging off Thor's arm and scanned the room.
“I am not sure, let's ask around.” Thor said as he put his arm down and looked up towards the ceiling. “JARVIS, where is Brother (y/n)?”
“(y/n) is in the Medical bay, he is currently in a comatose state for about 15 minutes” JARVIS reported back. Loki’s eyes widened and he rushed off towards the med bay. He was close to rushing in when he saw Tony and Bruce sitting by the cot and he quickly ducked back behind the corner and listened.
“I don’t know what happened Tony, (y/n) came to talk to me about something and he said he had a headache. He asked me to grab him some pain meds if I had any, which we both know I always do for the days I end up hulking out on mission. So I went to grab him some and suddenly he was unconscious on the floor. I panicked and (y/n)led you.” Bruce said as he stood up. Loki tried to use his cloaking and slip into the room. He stayed in the corner and watched the scene unfold, while keeping an eye on (y/n)’s unconscious body.
After Tony and Bruce finished their conversation, they both left and Loki slowly slinked over to the bed and placed a hand on (y/n)’s. A strange tingling sensation once their hands connected. Loki stood there for a minute before turning and stopping in his tracks as Tony rounded the corner.
“Well, hiya reindeer games, what are you doing in here? You hurt or something?” Tony asked, not noticing Loki’s hand touching (y/n)’s. Loki stepped back and walked towards the door
“No, I was looking for (y/n). I will be taking my leave now.” Loki said with a slight snarl in his tone as he exited the room. Once he was out of sight he teleported back into his room for a while. Eventually he made his way to the common area to collect dinner. For once he was sitting in the back of the room while he ate. He heard (y/n) and Tony walk in and watched as Peter got up and rushed to (y/n), asking what happened. (y/n) lied and Loki couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty, like it had something to do with him.
Loki sat there and listened to the conversation flow between the team before (y/n) called it a night and disappeared down the hall. quickly and quietly Loki took his leave and went down the hall towards his room, stopping for a sec by (y/n)’s room. He planned on knocking and checking in on him but decided against it and retired to his room for the night. He spent most of the night thinking about what happened before he drifted off to a restless sleep.
*side-glances at 'Soulmate' notes for main-big story*
So, context: I am currently working on a (hopefully) very large story of mine. At some point the MC will fall in love and get ‘married‘ (Due to extremely specific circumstances, it’s called something different). Life goes on for MC and WifeC, until suddenly, WifeC dies! That. That is when MC realizes that Soulmates are a thing. Because the anguish, physical and mental, is so bad, he almost goes insane...Does committing genocide count as insanity? Eh, not the point. Anyway, due to the MC’s ‘life‘ situation, he will never meet his Soulmate ever again.
"You poor thing," I mumble as I, the author who has full control over the narrative, put my characters through turmoil.
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.”
Soulmate au
you know how there was that one where the first words are imprinted on the skin, and then the angst version where the last ones were? Well both are implied to be physically, so what if it could be that they lose their ability to talk. I think this would be worse. If it is absolute, then you grieve the moment they leave. But if it’s verbal only, you have the very slim hope that they will return, and having that crushed would be worse. It is also sad when you consider, you don’t know which one of them is dying.
Music Notes | Barty Crouch Jr x Reader
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Pairing: Rockstar!Barty x GN!Rockstar!Reader WC: 3,471 CW: Soulmate AU, Rockstar AU, 2010's AU, use of Y/N, mentions of anxiety, swearing Author's Note: This is one of those fics where I'm my own target audience but if you read this I really hope you like it. Also I feel like Pandora get kinda out of character at the end but I just idk I felt like it was necessary. Summary: You meat your soulmate during the best summer of your life.
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Everyone is born with a symbol of something that you and your soulmate(s) will have in common along with their initials, and when you look into their eyes for the first time your soulmark is supposed to tingle.
The symbol could be literally anything, it could be related to your career, a hobie, a passion or in your case all the above. For as long as you could remember you've had a music note and the initials BCJ on your wrist.
But for the longest time you were confused by your soulmark, you weren't really interested in music. I mean you liked listening to it as much as the next person but not enough to make it your soulmark.
That was until you were twelve and you met Jade. She was just so outgoing and bubbly, she made friends easily, she'd walk into a room and demand attention without even trying and she soon started showing you all these bands and artists you'd never heard of. Jade changed everything for you, she showed you a side of music you didn't know existed. And all of a sudden, you were hooked.
You became so inthralled by the music that the initial next to the note paled in comparison, you hardly thought about your soulmate because as far as you were concerned music was your soulmate.
When you were fourteen Jade introduced you to Sammy. Sammy was a pretty shy, and quiet kid but once he was comfortable he'd talk your ear off for hours. That's how he continued to expand your love for music. Not only did he tell you about more bands and artists that ranged outside of the emo, pop punk scene, but he showed you shows, concerts.
You, Jade and Sammy would go to any show you could. House shows, backyard gigs, if there was a guitar riff and a mosh pit the three of you were there. And that's how you met Pink.
Now Pink’s real name was Floyd but he liked being called Pink. Which you always thought was funny considering he was the strong, silent type, so the name completely contradicted his personality but he liked David Bowie so who were you to judge? Pink was your tipping point. He was a beast on the drums, you and Sammy would sit there and listen to him play all day. Which somehow led to Pink convincing your little group that you guys could make a band, a killer band at that.
And surprisingly he wasnt fucking wrong thus ‘Fighting Pixies’ was born.
C. Summer of 2012
It was the first day of Warped Tour and you couldn't be more excited. You were so excited that you didn't even care that you were in some random arena parking lot sweating your ass off in Utah.
Not only was this Fighting Pixies first year playing Warped Tour but you were on a main stage you were going to be playing on the same stage as the bands you grew up listening to. To say the feeling was surreal would be an understatement. This is what you, Jade, Sammy and Pink have been working towards for years, you guys were finally playing the festival that you would go to every summer.
Walking out of the bus you started making your way to the catering tent by yourself since the rest of the band left you behind because you were apparently in Pinks’ words ‘taking too goddamn long’. You roll your eyes at his words thinking how it's bullshit that they could just leave you like that, when all the sudden you collide with someone.
“Oh shit I'm so sorry dude.”
“You alright mate?”
You and the mystery person that you just basically assaulted said at the same time. Finally after gaining your balance you look at your victim.
“Siri?” You say raising your eyebrow when he finally looks your way with a big smile on his face.
“Oh shit Y/N! How are you? I havent seen you in fucking ages!” Sirius yells while bringing you into a hug, you hug him back laughing then pulling away.
“I've been good. I haven't seen you since you, Rem and James came to one of our shows. Is he here?” You ask, looking around hoping to catch sight of Remus.
“No not yet, he's back home with Reg, Lily and Harry. But they'll be joining us for the last few shows.”
You couldn't help but let out a little laugh. “Baby's first Warped Tour? I like it, gotta start them young.”
Sirius laughed at you, the two of you then continued on your way to the catering tent. Luckily with no further incidents.
You and the rest of Fighting Pixies met Sirius a few years ago when he collabed on a song with you guys, you also had gotten to meet James a few times during the recording process. You hadn't met the rest of ‘Beyond London’ yet, but James had made it very clear that you and their bassist, Pandora, would become fast friends.
But you hadn’t heard much about their guitarist, Barty, except in passing from mutual friends. Sirius would complain about him sometimes but in typical lead singer fashion Sirius had a tendency to be dramatic so you never really took anything he said about Barty to heart.
Eventually you and Sirius got to the catering tent. You found your band, James and a girl you recognized as Pandora sitting at a table together.
“Well if it isn't the second best drummer on Warped Tour.” You say with a teasing smile sitting across from James. James just laughs and shakes his head. While pink has a small smug look on his face.
“What? So Pink’s the best drummer on tour?” James raises his eyebrow at you with a goofy smile still on his face.
You laugh and shake your head. “No, not even close, Angelo is clearly the best drummer here. Have you heard Motionless in White’s breakdowns?” Pink then glared at you while scoffing. What? Someone has to bring his ego down.
After a few hours of making fun of each other, hanging out, watching a few bands sets and getting to know Pandora (who is literally the sweetest person ever) you and the rest of your band had to go back to the bus to get ready for your set in a few hours.
You got to get into the shower after Jade so after your shower and skin routine you walked out into the common area plopping down at the table so you could start to get your hair and other things done.
“Dude when you were in the bathroom Sirius came over and brought Barty, dudes funny. You missed out.” Sammy said, sitting down next to you eating a bowl of cereal.
“Damn. Well I have a whole summer to run into him at some point.” You shrug, getting all your stuff out to get ready.
You actually really wanted to meet Barty based on what little you had heard about him over the years, the fact that he was one hell of a guitarist, and you'd never admit this to anymore but you were really attracted to him. Based purely off the pictures you've seen of him.
You had a lot of respect for him as a musician, you could recognize the emotions that he put into each riff, solo, hell just a strum and you could tell what he was feeling.
A part of you found it frustrating that after all these years of knowing Sirius and James you had always seemed to miss Barty, sometimes by literal minutes.
The rest of your band had met him in passing, never more than a ‘hi’ or ‘hey’ but still they've met him.
So you couldn't help but be a little frustrated at the fact that for one of the only times that day where you weren't around your band they actually got to hang out with him. You don't know why it bothered you so much, I mean you couldn't even be upset with anyone in particular. It's literally no one's fault. So why did it bother you so much?
Eventually you and the rest of Fighting Pixies found yourselves waiting backstage to go on when you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned to see your new favorite blond girl.
“Hi Pandora. What's up?”
“Hi. I just came to watch the beginning of your set. I won't be able to stay long, by the time you lot get off we'll have just started our set.” Pandora explains with her signature tooth rotting smile.
“Aw thanks, I was actually planning on heading to your guys' set when we're done here.”
“Yes, you should!” Pandora stood up straighter with a sense of excitement and urgency about something you didn't understand, but you just thought that it was Pandora being Pandora.
You had heard over the years that she would do or say things that didn't make much sense to really anyone so you chose to just brush it off.
“Oh I also wanted to give you theses.” Pandora says while handing you two rocks.
You take the rocks confused with a raised eyebrow. “Thanks, but what are they?”
“The orange one is citrine and the pink one is rose quartz. They're meant to bring you good luck, just put them in your pocket and they'll do their job.” Pandora says with a knowing type of smile, that once again confused you but you just nodded and put them in your pocket choosing not to question the blond.
“Y/N come on, it's time to go.” One of the stage hands says passing you your guitar. You just nodded, putting the strap over your head.
“Well I hope you like our set and I'll see you at yours.” You chuckled a little as she just nodded.
You would think after all of these years of doing this you'd be used to it at this point. That you would be used to being on stage, that the anxiety of fucking up would be gone but it didn’t go away, lessened yeah but not gone.
You also never really get used to people singing lyrics that you wrote or helped write, especially when the words were sentimental to you at one point, but it was kind of nice to know that those words are sentimental to others now too.
You wouldn't trade this for the world. You were lucky and you knew that, so many people would kill for this chance so you didn't take it for granted.
Thirty minutes later you and your band mates were running off stage sweaty and high off adrenaline with big smiles on your faces’ your first show at your first warped tour was beyond amazing it was fucking perfect you were convinced nothing could top this feeling.
You started to make your way to Beyond London’s set. The rest of the band had other sets or people that they wanted to see so you went your separate ways for the time being.
Eventually you made it to the stage Beyond London was playing at. You had stopped a few times to talk to people and take pictures but luckily not too many people stopped you so you made it when they started to play their last song.
After all the years you had known Sirius and James you had never actually got the chance to see them play. To say they were amazing felt like the understatement of the century.
James looked like he was in his element on the drums, Pandora was so focused on her bass but that didn't stop her from swinging herself around, Sirius had basically every person either swooning because of his looks or crying because of how beautiful his voice was and then there was Barty.
Just the sight of him alone made your heart skip a beat, you had never seen such raw emotion while someone played the guitar. Once your eyes landed on him you couldn't, you wouldn't, look away. The way he moved, how he would throw his head back every so often, sometimes you could see his jaw clench, you could tell he put his all into the music. You had never seen something so amazing. So perfect.
The song ended and they all started to make their way to the side of the stage you were on, Barty sayed a little longer then his band mates throwing things like his picks and set lists into the crowd.
You were brought into a bear hug and spun around by a very sweaty Sirius. You shrieked and tried to push yourself away from him to no avail.
“Sirius Black if you don't put me down right now I'll make sure you never play another show again!” You screamed threatened while continuing your best efforts to get away from your sweaty attacker. Suddenly you hear a gasp and you're put down very quickly, almost falling while Sirius scoffs and mutters something about ‘Some people’.
Pandora came to your rescue making sure you’re okay. You were about to scold Sirius for almost making you fall, but he was already out of sight. Pandora turned you around to have you look at her.
You looked at her very surprised with your eyebrows raised. “What is up with the manhandling right now?” you laugh slightly awkwardly.
“Do you still have the crystals I gave you?” Pandora asks with a serious face completely ignoring your question.
You furrowed your brows and nodded still very confused. “Considering you gave them to me a little over an hour ago, yes. I know we don't know each other very well but have some faith in me Pandora.” You once again laughed a little trying to ease the little tension that seemed to form.
Pandora just smiled at you and hugged you and whispered. “I'm so happy for you two.”
You pulled away and looked at her once again beyond confused. “What-”
You were then interrupted by James yelling over to you. “Y/N, come meet Barty, finally.” Pandora kept smiling at you and then she just nodded at you encouragingly. For what felt like the hundredth time that day Pandora confused you and you once again just chalked it up to Pandora being Pandora.
While making your way over to the three men that stood in a little circle probably talking about the show that they just put on, you were hit with a sudden wave of anxiety.
Why were you anxious? You had been fine (other than the major confusion you went through with Pandora) so why does it feel like your heart is going a mile a minute.
Sirius and James are facing you while Barty’s back is towards you. As soon as you're in arms length Sirius wraps his arm around your shoulder pulling you close to him.
“Barty, this is Y/N. Y/N, Barty.” James says motioning between you two.
“Hi, it's nice to finally-” You cut yourself off when you looked into his eyes, feeling a tingle on your writs.
Your whole life you've heard stories about what meeting your soulmate felt like. How all of a sudden everything seemed less important. How you would only want to focus on that person. How you'd feel like you had a new meaning to life. Honestly you thought it was all bullshit.
But now you knew that, that was all an understatement.
You finally felt like you were home, like everything would be okay. It felt like breathing for the first time.
You could play a million more shows, meet your idols, win a fucking Grammy and nothing would compare to what you were feeling when you met his eyes. And based on the look on his face, Barty felt the same way.
“Hi.” You whispered still in a shocked state.
“Hi, angel.” Barty said softly with a love sick look on his face, your heart skips a beat at the nickname and you can't help but smile. He suddenly moved his eyes to Sirius and glared at him. “You'll move your arm if you know what's good for you, Black.”
Sirius moved his arm away from around you and put his hands up in surrender, you actually forgot Sirius and James were there let alone that Sirius had an arm wrapped around you.
You hadn't thought about your soulmate in years. You didn't ever think you'd meet them, and a part of you didn't really care if you did honestly. As long as you had your music and friends you were fine, that's what you thought at least. It was crazy how in one moment that whole mindset could change.
Now you couldn't imagine a life without Barty. You didn't want to imagine a life without him.
For so long music was your number one priority, you didn't care about much else but now this person that you just met became your number one. It felt insane and crazy but you couldn't help it and a big part of you loved it.
You and Barty found yourselves sitting in Beyond London's tour bus talking during the almost eight hour drive from Salt Lake City to Denver. You two just talked about your lives, childhoods, things you loved, things you hated, everything.
He told you about his Father who you now hated almost as much as Barty. Barty had the biggest smile on his face when you told him how you felt about his father in extreme detail after the stories he told you.
Eventually you both noticed the buses pulling into a new arena parking lot while the sun was rising. Both of you knew you had to go back to your bus now, you had sets and meet and greets later that day. You needed some kind of energy.
Barty with a cheeky smile insisted that you just join him in his bunk, you just responded with an eye roll and a ‘You wish’ which earned you a ‘You have no idea’.
Barty ended up walking you to your bus, you and him stood outside of the bus talking and stalling, not wanting to leave each other yet.
“Barty, I have to go. We need to get some sleep.” You were looking down at your hands together knowing one you needed to let go but not wanting to.
“I know angel, I know.” He gave you a sad smile as if he would never see you again.
Barty was often scared that all of this was just a dream. That one day he would wake up back in his fathers clutches and his life as a rockstar was just a dream, it always scared him. But now in his mind it wasn't only his life as a rockstar at stake but you and that now terrified him. He had admitted this to you while you were talking that night so you didn't blame him for being hesitant. You just hugged him trying to reassure him.
“You can come over when you wake up Barty. Don't hesitate, I don't care if I'm awake or asleep. I just know that if you stay we're not gonna get any sleep.” Barty pulls away from you with a smirk and raised eyebrows, you just hit his chest and roll your eyes. “Not like that. I just mean we'll stay up talking.”
He just laughs and kisses your forehead. “I know what you meant, angel, just like teasing you is all.” He pulls you against him resting his chin on your head. “Is it bad to say I'll miss you? Even if I know it's just a few hours.”
“It's not bad because I'll miss you too.” You whisper against him.
After a moment he pulls away again looking down at you he moves his hand to hold the side of your face, cressing you cheek with his thumb. You leaned into his touch with a small smile on your face looking up at him.
“You are now the most important thing in my life now, my angel.” He's looking deep into your eyes, not a hint of lies or regret in his words.
Barty started to lean down with a sense of hesitation, you just nodded and smiled at him letting him know it was okay. You could feel butterflies in your stomach while your heart started to race. The moment your lips touched you felt electricity run through your veins. You never experienced such an amazing feeling, you were two puzzle pieces finally coming together. You already knew Barty was your everything but that kiss solidified it. It made it real in the best way possible, you knew you couldn't ask for a better soulmate.
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@gilbirda Ok, so you made a snippet of on of your AUs a while back (braindead rejected! soulmate i think) and I haven't been able to think of much else since. So my brain made a little thingy for you!
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1. Tim takes a risk one day by writing back to whoever was doodling on his body, with a glittery purple gel pen, asking them to stop trying to contacting him.
All the person asked was, "Why?"
Tim never answers.
2. Danny faces constant rejection from his peers, authority figures, his parents and sister neglect him and now his own soulmate doesn't want him. They hadn't even met before he was rejected. Jazz finds out about Dannys powers and tries to reach out but Danny rejects her pretty violently due to his own pain. Then the episode where Sam and Tucker ditch him for Gregor happens and he gives up.
The two people in his life that has had pretty much complete control over his life and trajectory just abandoned him and he does not take it well. He ripped the symbol off his chest, disappeared and never came back.
3. Danny zooms into a new dimension/universe/whatever to avoid his former friends and family from being able to track him only to land in a place called Central City and immediately getting roped into helping Captain Cold who gives him a normal domino mask and they end up working together for a while.
4. Danny somehow overhears one of the speedster talking on the phone about his friends brothers soulmate issue at some point and they perfectly describe the interaction that happened between Danny and his soulmate all those years ago, down to the glittery purple gel pen and the types of doodles Danny had made as a kid and the things he said.
Danny learned one of his soulmates belonged to a group of detective vigilantes in a place called Gotham. Unfortunately he was spotted by the speedster and Danny had to bounce.
5. The Flash made reports to the Justice League about a meta teen who hes been having trouble with for a while and can't seem to pin down. He only asked for tips though as he "could handle it himself."
6. Danny leaves for Gotham and learned about Catwoman and Batmans weird Master Thief and Greatest Detective dynamic and decided that's what he wants to do. He was going to make his soulmate chase after him one way or another. Someone was going to want him even if they were wanting him behind bars.
He begins robbing bank vaults and museums, leaving no trace or clue as to what happened until he starts leaving a calling card of sorts.
7. Jason, who's been on the outs with his family lately meets this spunky white haired meta kid running around with a sci-fi mask/visor thing and giving supplies to homeless encampments and keeping the less fortunate alive and befriends him. He learns that this is the guy everyone has been searching for and just...tells no one. Jason is all for a Robin Hood vigilante, and really, its kinda funny to see his family squirm.
8. Phantom and Catwoman rob the same museum at the same time but for different things. They stare at eachother from where they're both still crouched from thier respective landings until Danny breaks the tension with "I didn't see you if you didn't see me?"
Catwoman laughs, amused. "Sure."
9. Danny finally narrowed down which of the batfam is his soulmate and introduced himself to them as Phantom.
The first thing Danny did was hit on Tim. Tim is flustered but otherwise doesn't really respond to it and tries to fight Phantom into submission, so of course Danny ghosts him by disappearing through a roof mid fight. Danny made a big show of his intangibility in that fight and made it seem like it was the only power he had but he was very skilled with it and he wanted to impress him.
10. Phantom becomes well known to the underbelly of Gotham. Mostly the homeless and nightworkers. But Danny was open and friendly. Never judging and always ready to lend a helping hand. Even better. He never came to collect on favors.
Over time, they became loyal to him.
11. Danny gets framed for a series of murders and the whole gang (minus Hood) are trying to capture him, thus, motorcycle chase scene. They use the white of his tires to tell when he's gone intangible due to all the dirt falling off the wheels. Nightwing jumps onto the bike and shocks Danny with his encrizma sticks right before Danny grits out "bye bye birdy~" and makes a big show of taking in a deep breath and holding it.
Nightwing is forced to jump off the bike as Danny runs through the concrete abutment of the overpass and coming out the other side
12. Danny meets Tim and Duke in his civilian form while he was at a Wayne tech conference. Danny had been asked about one of his inventions and was trying to show off the blueprints and explain things and thats why he was there in the first place. Duke of course, was internally screaming because that's the guy thats the guy they've been hunting for nearly a year but can find nothing on.
Red Robin confronts Phantom that night on a rooftop and Phantom laughs at him, "Thats why I was avoiding Signal for so long. He'd see my magical girl form and know instantly."
RR holds out a pair of handcuffs and says "Its over Danny." Phantom smirks and says, "I don't think it is, Tim" before jumping off onto a different roof and disappearing into the night. Tim is shook.
13. Danny over hears Robin berating RR at an old clocktower and intervenes, "Little Wayne, you do realize you were the first person I figured out, right?"
Damian proceeds to lose his mind.
14. Tim accidentally finds a material that Phantom can't phase through and quickly gets to work making things he can use against Danny. What he doesn't know is that Danny can phase through it he just pretended he couldn't because he wanted to see what would happen/what Tim would do.
Danny can sense the material and it feels really wierd to him, but doesn't harm him at all.
15. RR manages to knock Phantoms visor off his face and realizing it was made of tech he swipes it and brings it back to the cave for study.
He wasn't ready for all the information on the computer. Not only was his nemesis(?) from another plain of reality (he thinks Danny is from the ghost zone) but he was once a superhero with his own Rogues Gallery and human city to protect. Which begs the question, why did he become a Phantom thief?
16. The Joker hears about Phantom giving the bats the run around and comes to a misunderstanding about which bat he's been messing with which ultimately ends with Joker saying that he is Batmans ultimate nemesis and Phantom asking what that had to do with him? The misunderstanding is cleared up when Phantom complained about Joker even thinking that he was flirting with Batman because "Ew! He's an old man!"
Joker still got a few shots in for the heck of it but so did our ghost boy but they were no longer enemies.
17. The whole batfam had been freaking out about finally capturing Phantom and celebrating and plotting on how they were gonna get him to keep his mouth shut about thier identities until Jason came in,
Jason: Need help?
Phantom: Please?
Jason: *escapes with Danny*
Batfam: What?! No!!! Why?!
18. The batfam have only a vague idea of the Robin Hood thing going on. They know he's doing it just not to the extent its gone to. They find out later on that Phantom had been working with RH and his gang to sell off the items and most of the profits go to helping people. Other times he strait up gives jewelry and whatnot to children and working girls because "Everyone deserves something pretty, and even if its not your style you can keep it for a rainy day"
Phantom quickly gains a following and Danny doesn't even know about it. Clueless indeed.
19. Dannys main motivation in this is essentially just playing Cops and Robbers with Red Robin. Nothing else really matters to him. Not the robberies, not the fact he's working with a crime lord, not even his own safety matters much to him anymore. Hes readily zooming down the path of self destruction and Hood starts telling his family stuff, but only because he was genuinely worried about "Casper" crashing and burning.
20. No one knows why Phantom is fixated on Red Robin. He refuses to tell them. Red thinks its just because he's the smartest of the bats and he's not entirely wrong.
21. Danny legit started scheduling his heists with Tim to ensure they're both free after one couldn't make it too many times which blew the birds mind. Phantom must have been just that confident that he would always win. The bats eventually think Danny will stop stealing if RR isn't in the city for a long period of time. Danny more or less followed him and stole stuff from whatever city Tim was in. If there wasn't any museums or banks then Danny would steal a local landmark. Tim still wasn't sure how Phantom stole an entire building that one time but it had never been seen since.
22. Hood grows to be very protective of our favorite ghost boy. They bond and are actually really close. Danny admits he always wanted an older brother.
23. Tim goes off world for a while to see how Danny would react and Danny just...drops off the radar. No one knows where he is and after a week or two they start getting worried.
Tim returns after three months and Danny reappears two weeks after him with a tan and keepsakes from the places he visited on his vacation. Tim later screams into his pillow.
24. Tim has made it his personal mission to figure out who Danny really is, why he's fixated on him, where he came from, ect. Hes trying so hard but can't find anything. Its almost like he didn't exist before. Tim suddenly got an idea after Phantom accidentally got hit in the face and got a nosebleed. Tim saw green blood and immediately realized Danny might not even be human. Fortunately for our little ghost, he thinks he's an alien. A Martian specifically. Tim manages to snag a good sample from treating Phantoms wounds. Ghostboy was so focus on his core thrumming and mentally comparing it to his heart racing that he didn't even notice.
25. Tim later freaks out because the meta is freaking made out of Lazarus water.
The entire batfam was not happy to discover this and decided to work together to pressure Phantom into telling them what he was and what exactly he wanted.
Bite
Pairing: Vamp!Lisa x Human!Fem!Reader
AU: Vampire
Word Count: ~ 5,564
Warnings / Misc. -- Mentions of Blood
Disclaimer: This writing is a work of fiction, and no disrespect is meant for those mentioned herein.
A/N: Hey everyone! I'm alive! School has kept me crazy busy and I've had my hands full with other things as well, but I finished writing this one and I wanted to share with you lovely peeps. To everyone who stopped by to check in, and to those of you who’ve been patiently waiting, thank you endlessly. I love having you as my readers 💜
PS ~ I hope this isn't too bad for my first one shot in forever! Also, happy Lisa era. I’m so proud of our girl!
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Saturday, October 31st
You look like an idiot.
The nurse uniform you have on is obnoxiously cliché; short and tattered in various places to really sell the "sexy" aspect of it, little is left to the imagination. Fake blood stains dot the flimsy material in random patterns and mat some strands of the tacky blonde wig atop your head, making you look like something out of a B-movie at best.
A bonafide, absolute idiot.
When you express that sentiment to your best friend, she just rolls her eyes and holds out one last costume for you to try on. She had a few lined up in case you didn't like her other options, and clearly that's come in handy; you've already worked through the previous picks, so she crosses her fingers as your eyes skim over this one.
"Humor me, will you?" She asks, hoping that you'll give in and at least check this last one out.
"Fine, but this is your last chance. It had better be good." You raise a pointed finger at her in warning.
"I have a good feeling about this one," she says, smiling as you take the bag from her and slip into the dressing room one final time.
Her phone chimes soon after, and she's quick to retrieve it from her pocket.
Willow: Are you guys almost here?? Jackson's been asking about you.
Your best friend bites her lip at that, nervously nibbling on it as she rereads the message to make sure she didn't imagine the last part. She's liked Jackson since middle school, and he'll be swinging by the party that you've all been invited to; that's one of the main reasons she begged you to come with her tonight.
Y/BFFs/N: Still getting ready. We'll be there ASAP tho!
Willow: Alright, we'll see you soon. Don't take all night, or else👩🤛
Y/BFFs/N: Yah, cut the violence!
The sound of your best friend's soft giggling fills the air just as you manage to fasten the costume's last zipper and pull its hood over your head.
Surprise etches its way into your features as you do a spin, taking in the sight of yourself through the full length mirror of the dressing room. The outfit's red and black color schemes complement each other beautifully, giving you a powerful and sensual appeal that the other costumes didn't even stand a chance of doing. You look alluring in every sense of the word.
"Holy shit," your best friend says when you emerge, striking a pose. "You look hot!" She squeals, clapping a few times in quick succession.
There's no way you think this one looks bad.
"I think Wanda would be proud," you grin, tilting your head up and wrapping the cape around your neck.
"One hundred percent," Y/BFFs/N nods adamantly, in total agreement. The Scarlet Witch getup really compliments your features.
"Now," she starts, changing topics as she looks in the reflection of her phone's dark screen to adjust some of her hair that's gone astray. "Let's pay and then go. Willow's looking for us, and my future man's wondering where I am, too."
"Hell yeah!" You chuckle, patting her on the back. "I'll help you finally land him so you can stop pining."
You watch as she takes a moment to decide between coming up with a decent rebuttal to defend herself or agreeing with you, and you smile when she goes for the latter.
"I'd accept nothing less," she says, holding her head high like a princess. "You are my wingwoman, after all."
"And the best one in town," you add, tugging her towards the register. She reaches into her purse and pulls out the money to pay before politely handing it to the cashier.
The teenage boy takes it with a small smile, though the action looks a little comical as his upper lip gets caught on the cheap, plastic fangs he's sporting. His knock-off version of Dracula is definitely…. something… and you can tell that his managers forced him to wear it for the holiday.
"Come back and s-shhee us," he says, handing your change back. Your best friend takes it, failing to contain her laughter at his messy speech. He blushes crimson, likely cursing the plastic teeth for making him look a fool.
"We surely will," you respond, giving him a comforting smile to keep his embarrassment at bay. He nods gratefully, and you're quickly pulled out of the store by your best friend.
"Happy Halloween!" You shout over your shoulder, accompanied by the chime of the bell over the door.
"You too," he calls back, letting out a soft sigh.
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20 Minutes Later -- The Party
Upon rounding the front of your car and stepping up onto the sidewalk outside of Willow's house, your attention is immediately caught by the numerous decorations that she put up last week.
"Huh," you mumble, gazing up at the skeleton that towers above you, standing 12 feet tall. "I think it's safe to say that this is her favorite holiday…"
"What makes you think that?" Your best friend plays, feigning ignorance as she pops up from behind a life-sized, animatronic Jason Voorhees.
"I don't know," you tut, admiring Willow's hard work a little longer. "Just a feeling."
Y/BFFs/N giggles in her unique way, making you smile at the sound as the two of you make your way up the path towards the house. You gaze down at your feet, careful to step on the stones of the walkway and avoid the motion-activated hands that scramble out of the weeds to grab unsuspecting guests.
Having known Willow your entire childhood, you've grown used to her ways.
*knock knock*
A strong, iconic synth bassline sounds off from inside, filling the otherwise quiet night around you with its catchy beat as you wait to be let in. Its sound is well known, and you almost instantly recognize it as "Sweet Dreams" by the Eurythmics.
A few seconds later, you hear clambering from inside, followed by concerning groans and shouted apologies.
Y/BFFs/N arches a skeptical brow at you, perfectly mirroring your thoughts.
Directly after, the door swings open in a flash, and you're nearly tackled by a whizz of curly hair.
"There you guys are!" Willow shrieks, pulling the two of you close as she nuzzles her face against your cheeks.
"Yep, here we are," you struggle out, nearly being strangled in her tight grip. She responds by squeezing you even tighter, blinded by her joy at seeing you again.
After all, it's been a while since all three of you have had the opportunity to spend the night partying together like this.
"Can't… breathe," Y/BFFs/N squeaks, successfully getting Willow to release you.
"Sorry," she apologizes, stepping back. "I'm just so happy you're here."
The freckles that spread across the bridge of her nose look especially adorable with the blush she's sporting, and her shy grin makes you forget about the near-fatality you just encountered moments before.
"We're happy to be here," you reassure her, returning her smile.
Your best friend agrees from beside you, nodding her head with a happy look of her own. "Believe it or not, we've missed your weirdness." She adds, cocking her head to the side.
Willow giggles again, and her eyes crinkle up into those half crescents that could surely melt even the iciest of hearts. She's practically sunshine in human form, and you have to resist the urge to shield your eyes.
"Yo, Willow! Who's at the door?"
Jackson.
You feel your best friend tense beside you, and you subtly pat her leg to calm her down.
Willow falls silent, though her lips go through the beginning stages of answering him; they open and purse, but she quickly halts her reply and shuts her mouth. She knows of Y/BFFs/N's crush on him, and she doesn't want to say the wrong thing.
Plus, if the lovesick girl wants to run and hide in the bushes, Willow's silence could buy her some time to slip away.
But alas, she doesn't.
Jackson appears in the doorway a mere 5 seconds after asking his question with a beer clutched in his hand. He moves to lean against the wooden frame as his pearly smile beams at you, and Y/BFFs/N audibly swallows at the sight.
For someone who's usually so confident, she can really be shy sometimes.
"Lovely to see you, ladies," he greets, putting his free hand in front of him as he bows. His accent is modeled after that of Jack Sparrow, as is his surprisingly well designed costume.
You nod back at him. "Hey, Jackson. Long time no see."
You elbow your best friend when she remains silent for a beat too long, and the action snaps her back to reality.
"Yeah, hey Jackson." Her voice is quiet -- she doesn't trust it to refrain from cracking.
He smiles, not failing to notice the nervous aura that's quickly taken over the girl beside you. Her eyes nearly pop out of her head when he gives her a curious once-over, and you take that as your cue to save her from the impending embarrassment that's lurking just around the corner.
"Alright, guys!" You clap, stepping forward. "Let's get to partying."
Her shoulders relax, and you feel her slip her hand into yours as you enter the house, squeezing twice as a silent thank you.
15 Minutes Later
Willow stands beside you in the kitchen, mixing a few things together in one of the millions of red solo cups that she bought for tonight. You sneak a peek over her shoulder at the concoction, seeing its light blue color turn purple-ish as she adds a new liquor into the equation.
In comparison to typical house parties, this one is relatively small; most of the rooms are filled with people, but it's a comfortable amount. Maneuvering around the place is fairly easy, which is always a plus when you're coexisting with sweaty, drunk people.
"Willow, love, why did you buy so many cups?" You ask, toying with the ripped plastic packaging of one of the stacks.
"You know I like to be prepared," she laughs, brushing off her major miscalculation. "Plus I can just use the rest of them at my next party."
You nod, knowing she's right. "Are you having another soon?"
"I think so. Jiu and her crew are coming back in a couple weeks, so I thought I'd surprise them with one."
You scoff, humor laced in the sound. "What, they didn't get enough partying done at their university already?"
Willow turns around, grinning at you as she hands you your drink. "Evidently campus police keep a close eye on them. Siyeon whined about that a lot when she called me."
"Sounds like her," you chuckle into your cup as you take a sip.
PFFT
"Eww, Willow! What did you put in this?!"
Your spit take didn't land on anyone, thankfully, but it did capture the attention of some people nearby. You wave a hand at them as a silent apology, and they go back to their previous tasks.
The curly headed prankster covers her mouth, though the action does a terrible job of quieting her maniacal laughter.
"You're lucky Y/BFFs/N isn't over here," you say, wiping your lips with the back of your hand. "She'd avenge me."
Willow uses a napkin to dab the tears of laughter from her eyes. "Why else do you think I waited until she was busy with Jackson?" She asks, motioning to her lounge room across the foyer.
You look inside, spotting Y/BFFs/N holding a pool cue in her hand as Jackson sinks another shot into one of the corner pockets.
The sight reminds you of the pep talk and 2 shots of liquid courage you gave her earlier, and how she disappeared with the promise to make a move and actually talk to him. Now, she looks completely absorbed in whatever banter they're sharing, and although your violated taste buds still ache from the sickly-sweet mixture that Willow made, you wouldn't want her to be anywhere else.
You can get your own revenge.
Sneaking a glance around the kitchen, you search for something to help with your retaliation. A small package of streamers lays abandoned on the island, forgotten to be put up earlier, and you slyly grin. Their ribbons sparkle with glitter, shimmering as the multicolored party lights stream in from the living room and land on them.
It's as if the universe is putting a spotlight on them, just for you.
After side eyeing Willow one final time to ensure that she isn't catching onto your plan, you act quickly. She stands beside the counter, right where you left her, and you dart to the island to grab the streamers. Your fingertips soon gain purchase on the packaging, and you tear it open in one swift motion.
Her gaze locks onto yours just as you near her, but it's far too late for her to get away.
"Take this!" You declare, upending the baggie atop her head. She shrieks as they cascade down her body, getting caught in the creases and wrinkles of her costume as they go. A small wave of glitter tumbles out of the bag as well, coating her hair and clothes.
Boy, that'll be fun to try and get out later.
Her head slowly raises once you finish your assault and place the baggie on the countertop beside you, but the look in her eye is unlike anything you've ever seen.
"You're dead," she warns. Just as the smile drops from your face, an even larger, more sinister one begins forming on hers.
The floor creaks beneath your feet slightly as you take a step back, and you know you have to high tail it out of there if you want to evade her.
"Catch me if you can!" You shout, springing into action. You turn around and dart out of the room, gliding past numerous partygoers in the hall.
Willow's choice of footwear works in your favor, you soon realize; the sharp rapping sound of her heels pierces the air behind you, serving as a tell of how much distance is between you.
Her unstable platforms buy you a little time, and you thank the universe as you rush through the living room and back towards the foyer. You plan to cut across it and hide out in one of the bathrooms until she drops her plan for revenge.
A grin pulls at your cheeks as you skid into one of the walls, looking like a character from Scooby-Doo as you will your feet to work correctly again and get you to safety. Willow laughs behind you, joining in on the fun.
"Perfect," you mutter under your breath, spotting a clear path through the foyer. It leads under the stairs, and you can see the open door of the bathroom from where you are.
Your feet take you past a handful of drunk people, bobbing and weaving through them with ease, before you're racing towards the restroom to take cover.
Before you can make it there, though, you collide with someone rather abruptly as they step straight into your path.
Your eyes shut tightly as you brace yourself for impact with the ground, but it never comes. The person reaches out and catches you before you can hit the floor, and a soft apology slips past their lips as they scoop you up.
Upon hearing that uniquely feminine voice speak its regret again, you peek your eyes open. What you see nearly makes the woman's effort to keep you upright moot; she's so gorgeous that your legs almost give out from underneath you.
Dirty blonde locks cascade over her shoulders in soft waves, half-mussed, half-pristine from your run-in. Her doe eyes are a velvety chocolate color, and you find yourself getting lost in them. Flickers of red show in them, illuminating almost rhythmically the longer she admires you.
Are those contacts? You ask yourself. They have to be.
She seems to be just as affected by your presence as you are of hers.
"Y/N, I'm coming to get you!"
Willow does her best to sound like a villain from a 90s horror film as she clambers her way closer to you, bumping into a few people on the way. You're brought out of your stupor by her rapidly approaching footsteps, and you take a step away from the woman. Her hands fall from your waist, where they had previously been resting.
Stealing a quick look at the bathroom, you feel your stomach turn.
Damnit. Someone's in there now.
Screw this sexy stranger for distracting you. Now you'll have to deal with Willow's wrath.
"What's wrong?"
There's that voice again.
Part of you wants to brush it off and slip away quietly, but an even bigger part of you is determined to stay where you are and tell her. Something about her pulls you in, and you're having a hard time denying it.
"I need to hide. I glitter-fied my friend and now she's coming after me."
The woman's plump lips pull back in a humored smile, and she nods as a chuckle leaves her. "Right," she says, like that's a common occurrence. "I can help, if you'd like."
"How?" You ask, your brows momentarily knitting together in confusion. When she unties and opens the black cloak that's wrapped around her body, your breath catches.
"You in?" She asks, side eyeing the foyer as Willow nearly careens into the Egyptian vase that her mother bought her last year for Christmas.
You take a deep breath and hold your hand out to her just as Willow rounds the corner, and she swiftly pulls you in close before you can be spotted. She winds the cloak around both of your bodies, concealing your faces as the fur-lined hood falls atop your heads.
Unconsciously, you wrap your arms around her waist and pull her flush up against you to further ensure your safety. She quietly grunts when she stumbles over her own feet, falling into you a little.
"Sorry," she whispers, though her third apology of the night is unnecessary. You almost want to thank her for what happened.
Especially when her warm breath fans across your right cheek, where her head is angled.
Every breath you take pushes you closer to each other, and the satin shirt she's wearing slides against your heated skin. She swallows thickly as one of your hands falls to the small of her back, testing the waters.
When she shifts a little to encourage you, you're acutely aware of the thigh that's worked its way between your legs.
When did that happen?
You bite back a sigh as she just smirks, quietly shushing you.
Willow thunders by, shouting your name and threatening to throw you into the pool when she tracks you down. You want to laugh at that, but you'd honestly welcome it right now. Some cold water would surely bring you to your senses after being led astray by this goddess in front of you.
Her footsteps grow distant as she makes her way outside, still searching.
The two of you remain as you are for a couple more minutes until you're certain that the coast is clear, and then you part. When she lowers the cloak, you look away; a deep blush has worked its way up your neck and across your cheeks, and letting her see it would surely make you die of embarrassment.
She keeps her eyes on you as she reties the cover around herself, attempting to get a read on you. The bashful aura that's befallen you is cute, no doubt, but she can sense your arousal. She can smell it on you, and the scent is beginning to drive her crazy.
You fiddle with the sleeves of your costume, readjusting them nervously.
"So, um… thanks," you say, sneaking a glance up at her.
The red hues in her eyes are even more pronounced now, and the sight makes you press further into the wall behind you -- the one that you were previously pushed up against.
"No problem," she smiles, showing off her pearly white teeth. Two of them catch your attention; a set of fangs now shine, looking alluring and threatening all at the same time.
There's only one issue: you're certain that they weren't there when you first bumped into her. When did she put them in? And why do they look so real?
The feeling of her hand landing on your forearm pulls you away from the millions of questions that're firing off in your head right now.
"May I ask your name?" She politely requests, dipping her head down sweetly.
"Y/N," you breathe out, quickly realizing that you'd do just about anything she asked you to.
"Y/N." She repeats, allowing the letters to blend in her mouth as they roll off her tongue. She looks satisfied for some reason as she says it again, trying it out.
"I'm Lisa."
"It's nice to officially meet you," you smile, reaching a hand out. Her touch is gentle but firm as she takes it, shaking it with ease.
"Likewise, beautiful."
The grin on your face only widens at the name, and you pull your hand away out of fear of what she might do next. She's already putting you under her spell, and you're sure that another touch would have you fully entranced.
She studies you with pursed lips for a moment, clearly debating on something. Her eyes flicker over the dips and curves of your body as a smirk grows on her lips.
"What are you thinking?" You question, curious but teasing.
"That I'd love to have your body on mine again."
She's bold, and she says it like the fact it is. No shame, no bashfulness. Just true, honest desire.
You bite the inside of your cheek at her bravery, silently thanking the universe for it. The likelihood of you gaining the courage to make a move is slim to none even in the best cases, and this was no exception. She already has your heart skipping beats and you've only known her a few minutes.
"How about a dance?" She suggests, quirking a brow. The look on her face disarms your defenses, and you take a deep breath before agreeing to your demise.
"That sounds wonderful."
She dips her head again, hiding her face away momentarily, and you think it's the cutest thing ever.
She's shy all of a sudden as her cool demeanor slips up a bit, and that never happens. You might just be her downfall, too.
She holds an elbow out and steps forward, allowing you to link your arm with hers and cuddle in close.
Her eyes scan across the living room as she studies it, but she's unimpressed.
Sweaty, winding bodies thrash around to some upbeat pop song that's been overplayed on every radio station in town for weeks now, and the idea of taking you there puts her off.
When a drunk boy comes into view with a dildo strapped to his forehead, her mind is officially made up.
"Let's go outside," she says, leading you through the patio doors.
A quaint gazebo sits on one side of the yard, and the dance floor that Willow's family installed a couple years ago occupies the other. Both are decorated with string lights in combinations of gold, purple, black, and orange. Other ornaments adorn the surfaces as well, and you smile when you spot a comically large spider sat atop the gazebo's roof.
"Where would you like to go?" Lisa asks, keeping her voice low. It's calm and deep, running a chill through you.
Softer music plays out here, offering a totally different vibe than inside. Some couples -- many of them introverted, assumably -- sway on the dancefloor as the DJ that Willow hired takes a sip of her drink on the raised stage. She adjusts a few switches slowly, not rushing for a second.
"Let's try the gazebo," you decide, glancing over your shoulder at Lisa. She's looking away, but you don't think anything of it as the two of you fall in step with one another on your way over.
Shit, Lisa thinks to herself.
Her plans to come to this party, feed, and make a quick getaway are totally derailed. She'd hoped to find a victim that she was attracted to but didn't like, if that even makes sense, and feed like the animal she is. Then she would leave them like all the rest, drained but still alive, and slip away.
But now she's met you, and any desire for those plans have been thrown out the window.
You interest her, and that doesn't happen often. She hasn't met someone who's been capable of doing that in years, and she's intrigued. Something about you just pulls her in, inexplicably, and she knows her feelings would be glaringly obvious if you saw her face right now.
"Woah, look at this," you sigh, stepping out of her hold to check the place out. A bench runs the perimeter of the gazebo, only stopping at the doorway, and the lights look even prettier from inside. They shimmer, looking like star showers as their strings hang down in the windowless openings of the building.
Lisa quickly learns that she loves seeing you like this. Your eyes are alight, and your sweet smile of wonder warms her heart. Her hands slip into her pockets as she eventually manages to take her eyes off you, following your lead as she admires the decorations.
She does a twirl, looking around.
"It's gorgeous."
"I know, right? This is totally up Willow's alley," you say, grinning at the mental image that you can conjure up of her giddily spiffing the scene up.
"I'll have to thank her for making it look so special, then," Lisa says, smiling. The place really makes you feel like you're in your own little world; everything about it is just right. The ambience, the decor, the company… it’s perfect, and Lisa's content with how the evening is playing out.
Her fingers skate down your arm as she nears you, trekking their way down to your palm. She takes your hand and spins you, watching with admiration as your hair flows in the breeze. Now facing her, you thread your fingers together around the back of her neck as she encircles your waist with her arms.
"Why have I never seen you around?" You ask sincerely, looking up at her.
She hesitates briefly. "My university is a few towns over. I just come here to visit my family every few months."
Not a total lie, she thinks to herself.
"And stop by terrible parties like this, of course." You add, smirking.
She shakes her head at that. "No, I can't say I do. I just decided to check this one out on my way to my friend's house." She explains.
Underneath your cloak, her hands find their way to the small of your back. One stays put while the other dips a little lower, testing the waters.
"And besides," she starts again, feeling you pull her closer. "Meeting you here automatically makes this an awesome party. Not terrible."
"Cheeeesy!" You scrunch your face up and groan, making her laugh.
"Maybe, but it's the truth."
"Sure, Lisa."
She shakes her head and you laugh lightly together, still swaying about. You hold her close enough to rest your head on her shoulder, and the pads of your thumbs rub small circles on the sensitive skin of her neck. She hums at the feeling, and you take note of the way she relaxes in your arms.
The night breeze appears again, performing a flowing dance of its own as it lulls past you in waves. A slight chill resides in it, mixed with a generous amount of the day's sweet, fading heat, and you're at peace.
The slow song that had been playing across the yard ends delicately, parting with some melodic feature that resembles a warm embrace, and it blends seamlessly into the next song.
Turning Page, you recognize it as.
Huh, how ironic. One of your favorites.
Lisa's lips brush against your cheek as she turns her head slightly, whispering, "I like this one, too."
How did she know? You ask yourself. You hadn't said it out loud…
Maybe she's just a good guesser. Yeah, that's gotta be it.
You feel yourself melt as she begins singing the words to you. It's hushed and sentimental -- meant only for your ears to hear, and that makes it even more special to you.
"If I had only felt the warmth within your touch"
She croons, pressing her cheek against your warm skin. You blush, catching yourself when you remember what the next line of the song is.
"If I had only seen how you smile when you blush"
She brings a hand up to cup your cheek in her palm, and her other arm remains around you, holding you tenderly.
"Or how you curl your lip when you concentrate enough"
Now, her thumb runs across your bottom lip. You look into her eyes and find them an even deeper shade of red than they had been before, but it doesn't frighten you for some reason. She glances down at your mouth again, fighting her impatience as she waits for permission from you.
"I would have known what I was living for all along"
You nod and lace your fingers in her locks, and she doesn't waste another second.
She leans in, humming against your lips when they meet hers for the first time. Her lipgloss spreads across them upon contact, smudging its precise application, but she doesn't seem to care in the slightest. She draws you in closer, and you bring both of your hands around to cup her face as you deepen the kiss.
Her mouth is welcoming against yours, and it moves languidly as you get adjusted to one another. Every move makes you feel dizzier than the one before it, and swarms of butterflies take flight in your stomach with no signs of stopping.
She nips at your bottom lip as her hands dip far lower than before, now kneading your ass as your kisses continue to work her up.
"Fuck," you curse, breaking away from her lips to catch your breath. She's stolen it all from you, and yet she's still not ready to give you a rest; her mouth drops to your jaw, embracing your skin there before moving down to your neck.
She doesn't realize how dangerous the game she's playing truly is until it's almost too late.
Her lips press to the area just above your pulsepoint, where she's learned over the years that blood pumps the hardest and tastes the sweetest. She draws it into her mouth, swirling her tongue over the area as her ears perk up at the breathless sound of your moans. They spur her on, and she nips at the skin, surely leaving a hickey.
Her senses become even more clouded when you say her name, the title caught somewhere between a whine and command, and she feels the strong impulse to claim you. The sensation is overwhelming, and she knows you can feel it too.
Your hands tug on the collar of her shirt as she lets her fangs fully extend, no longer suppressing them. They rake across your pulsepoint, making you shiver against her.
"Please…"
That's all you manage to get out before they pierce your skin, eliciting a whimper from you. Blood fills her mouth instantly, sliding across her taste buds in velvety waves and calming her constant craving. Your hands tighten in her hair, and the delicious twinge of pain that it provides only encourages her more.
Your blood is different than anything she's ever tasted; it's richer -- sweeter. A throaty groan leaves her as she savors it, and you shut your eyes in pleasure. It's addicting, but she knows she has to stop herself before she hurts you. If she continues like this much longer, she won't have the willpower to let go.
She retracts her fangs as she licks your taste from them, and then you feel her warm tongue clean the wound she made. It stings a bit, but in all the right ways.
When she pulls back to look at you, she finds your eyes half-lidded and a pleased smile on your face. It nearly kills her, then and there.
Her gaze flickers back to your neck to admire the hickie she made earlier, but what she sees surprises her. Below it is a darker, more prominent marking that she's only seen other vampires leave behind before.
Definitely not a hickie.
Your brows furrow as you look at her neck as well, noticing a faint outline of something growing darker by the second. Blinking a few times to ensure that you aren't hallucinating, you find that it's really there.
"Lisa, what's on your neck?" You ask.
"A soulmate mark." She responds, feeling a sense of belonging settle over her as she looks at you again. You just confirmed her suspicions by asking that.
"Same as yours," she smiles.
we’ll figure it out.
this is honestly bad :/ and i’m sorry just tryna get back into this
as a kid, you took swimming lessons.
you took them for most of your childhood.
while your group of friends was more focused on their social life
you, on the other hand, focused more on something that has given you a purpose.
they were busy finding their soulmates
they got signs whether it was with half-written quotes or pains from their mate
but you just didn’t care too much about that.
your mind is elsewhere
school and swimming kept you busy enough but
when your friends won’t shut the heck up… you began feeling a bit helpless
high school came around and many of your friends have found their other half
half-written quotes began to make sense
pains start to disperse
and here you are
being a star athletic student
feeling alone
until a much-awaited swim meet came along,
you were practicing your freestyle strokes in the pool until you started to glow
your teammates noticed your glow and started crowding you
“YA YOUR SOULMATE MUST BE HERE”
“uh you’re crazy, no way.”
a buttload of statements was shouted at you and soon enough your glow disappeared
“okay you guys can SHUT UP! i stopped glowing!”
you can see your teammates disappointment
they just don’t understand wHy yOu dO NOT WANT TO MEET YOUR SOULMATE
you just thought they would be a distraction or
prevent you from reaching your full potential
eventually, the real meet had started and your event was up first
you never feel nervous about swim meets but today it was different
your heart was racing and your hands were shaking
but you still tried your hardest to keep calm and collected
now you’re at the starting mark with other competitors
BAM
you’re off
doing your thing
swimming hard and fast
hoping to win
and YOU DID
but you ended up glowing again and caused a lot of commotion
you finally noticed someone else glowing before your teammates could surround you
you ran to them and
“hi hello, you’re glowing and i’m glowing... just come with me please.”
and he follows you into the hallway that leads to the locker rooms
“do you know why we’re glowing??”
“my teammates assume we’re soulmates...”
his face showed complete and utter confusion
you can understand why and you couldn’t help but reach for his hand
that’s when a slow glow began to appear
the face you both make is indescribable
you found your half without wasting so much of your life
“well... hi soulmate, i’m y/n”
“i’m hansol, nice work out there... i was way too worried to do my best, if i’m being honest...”
“really? was your heart beating fast and your hands were shaky??”
he looks straight into your eyes and nods slowly.
“did you feel that? i’m sor-”
“don’t be sorry it happens...”
“yeah... now what? we’ve found each other and i don’t know what to do...”
“i don’t know either... but we’ll figure it out.”
Anyone got any good soulmate au reccomendations? I just really need a good soulmate au right now.
Me: *Has read every soulmate AU fanfic in ao3*
Fic: They were, in fact, connected by the red string of fate.
Me:
RUN | kth
pairing: devil!taehyung x pure soul!fem reader
genre: um angsty smut lolz
nsfw warnings!!: (pay close attention), corruption kink, sex in church (sorry), big demon dick tae, biting, blood play, tae has a bruising kink so!!!, tossing the reader around like a doll, tae has a dick piercing and a forked tongue lol cry about it, the reader actually does cry about it, dacryphilia (tae likes making u cry), scratching, soul stealing, major character death (ykw spoiler y/n dies at the end idc), breeding tho!!, impreg kink, dirty talk, anyways soulmate au too lol
Release Date: After ‘make you cry’ and ‘the panty bandit’
MEGABEE SOULMATE AU'S
Spirit animal tattoo.
Megatron has honey combs in countless shades of yellow on his right bicep with pale clouds curled elegantly around his lower arm and a queen bee perched on his shoulder, keeping vigil over her hive.
Bumblebee has a silvery grey dragon dappled with crimson resting across his back the head resting at the nape of his neck and great wings stretched over his shoulder blades, protecting a swirling galaxy of countless purple hues.
Ink link.
Bumblebee loves the little poems and messages that appear on his arm, his Sparkmate has such a way with words.
Megatron is simply elated to finally be getting a response and adores the little doodles that pop up on his forearms now and then.
Soulmates name.
"Megatron" is scrawled on bee's arm in steel and crimson colored old cybertronian only deciphering when he and the warlords optics meet.
Meanwhile "Bumblebee" shimmers in honey yellow dappled with onyx on Megatron's, after a battle where he locked optics with the autobot scout.
Crystal flowers grow on the one you'll eventually love.
Megatron has always had a myriad of gold and ebony speckled with blue blooming around his arms. He loves writing poems about how they shimmer that he hopes to read to his other half.
Bumble has scarlet, ash grey and a few lilacs growing around his horns and legs. He picks them whenever they begin to limit his movement or obscure his vision but they still litter his room.