#Chris evans soulmate
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Down Again
Pairing: Soft!Dark Ari Levinson x Female Reader
Summary: Getting settled into your life with Ari is easier said than done.
Word Count: Over 2.2k
Warnings: Tagging (D)ubcon to be safe (please do not read if this upsets you!), (e)xplicit (s)exual (c)ontent, (u)nprotected (v)aginal (s)ex, (p)ossessive behavior, soulmates, telepathic link, (p)orn with feels (it's me,) soft!dark Ari Levinson (he's a warning, okay?)
Graphics talent and thanks: Banner by @sgt-seabass. Divider by @firefly-graphics. Header by yours truly.
A/N: Continuation of Wear Me Down. Our poll winner and @flordeamatista sensed it coming. I hope you lovelies enjoy. ❤️ Beta read by the lovely @galatially, but any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
When Ari brought you to your new home, far away from your old place, you didn't go kicking and screaming the way you expected. You still weren't sure what he did for a living, but the way the few men around him averted their eyes in his presence stopped you from lashing out. If grown and capable men feared him, what would that spell for you if you tried to run? Who would help you anyway when they discovered you were trying to outrun your soulmate?
In some ways, you couldn't complain. The house was beautiful and spacious, plenty of room for you to be on your own while Ari worked. Anything and everything you could possibly want, you had. The moment you thought of something, he made sure it was there because he took the time to enter your mind and pay attention.
"But you still won't look through mine, will you, sweetheart?"
You wrapped the soft blanket tighter around you as you ignored Ari and stared out the bedroom window. The growing storm tempted you to open it and wash away your tears with the rain before you remembered the cries were inside your mind. You counted a few of the drops as they hit the glass and traced their paths with your finger, doing your best to ignore the pull to answer your soulmate. It was when you imagined his beard against your neck that you replied.
"What will I find if I look?" you asked.
It was strange to speak in your head, but it felt more natural than you expected. Whenever he spoke, it was like butterfly wings brushed against your temple. Soft kisses that said you weren't alone.
You'd never be alone again.
"Whatever you want."
But you didn't want to venture in the depths of his inner thoughts. He showed you enough of them as it was. Your bodies tangled together in your new warm bed. A ring on your finger. An intimate wedding where he made love to you right on the altar. Forever entwined and never apart.
You gasped when your legs opened on their own, beckoning for him to join you. "Stop," you whispered out loud, but it was as if you shouted.
"I'm not doing anything. That's all you."
Ari was right. He may have fed you the images, but you were the one who kept replaying them in your mind. He knew the kind of flowers you wanted on your wedding day, the sweet scent surrounding you as you closed your eyes and inhaled. His tux tailored to perfection, emphasizing his massive frame until you itched to see what was underneath.
He's breaking me, isn't he? No. I'm still me.
In a sense, some part of your old self was still intact. It was also buried deep down under the crumbled life you built for yourself. The job you used to have? Gone. He made sure of that once he claimed you.
And Luke.
Your heart lurched, but you didn't dwell on your ex. There was no point. Ari would likely knock the door down and fuck any thought of him away if you did. You were too tired for that today.
"I'm going to sleep, Ari. Do not join me. Just do whatever it is that you do."
He chuckled in your mind as you went to bed. Your recent fitful night of sleep ended with you waking up to the slow and deep thrust of Ari’s cock. He had worked you over first with his tongue before you were completely awake, the scratch of his beard leaving an invisible claim as his tongue lapped up every drop of you. Recovery time meant nothing to him as you whined, your thighs trembling as he sheathed you. The aura of red surrounding him almost seeped into your skin, another display of ownership. Would others see who you belonged to?
"I'm joining you whether we actually sleep or not."
You shivered at the implication. When you were younger, you didn’t understand or appreciate the value of sleep. You felt like you’d miss out on something if you didn’t stay awake, so you fought it as much as you could. As you grew older, you wished you hadn’t skipped out on the opportunity to rest. If only to hold onto the chance for lost dreams.
But how can I miss them if I never had them?
You dreamt of your soulmate now when you slept. The gorgeous and dangerous man who invaded and took over your life. The person who convinced you that you belonged to him. You felt in your core that he was right, as much as you didn't want to.
Because it wasn't my choice. I never had a choice.
"You know,” he gently began. “You could just ask me what I do. I'll tell you."
The connection between you and Ari was there by chemistry, but not your emotions. As much as he upheaved your life, he was at least trying to build something more. He didn't hurt you when you refused to comply with his whims. He attempted to talk through things with you and treat you well when he wasn’t bending you over the nearest surface.
You closed your eyes instead of offering an olive branch.
Maybe tomorrow.
The stubborn flame inside you dimmed more and more. Was a life with Ari really going to be so bad? He would take care of you, but it seemed like you were the only one who had to sacrifice something. How was that fair? Did he give anything up for you?
You weren't sure how many minutes passed when the bed dipped, but you didn't open your eyes. Ari would make it known if he wanted your attention. He did so by pulling the sheet from your naked body a heartbeat later, making you shiver as the cool air hit your skin. You could have put underwear on and at least give you that barrier, but why ruin another pair?
“You can try to sleep if you want to, sweetheart,” Ari said in a low and throaty voice as his body glided over yours, his bare chest brushing against yours. A whimper left your mouth a moment later as his lips moved over your fluttering pulse in your neck. “But I can't resist you like this.”
Pliant. Taking everything he gives me.
Insatiable would be a good word to describe Ari. Once he had a taste of you, he needed more. He didn't need to say it with his mind because he told you with his body. How did he have the stamina to take you over and over?
Is it the need for his soulmate that fuels his desire?
"Ari," you whimpered, wishing nothing more than to rest for just a little while.
"It's beautiful when you say my name," he said, using a knee to push your legs open. You resisted just enough that he had to put a bit of force into it. And you didn't need to look between your bodies to know he was hard and aching. "You should do it again."
Your eyes flew open when he began to push into your sensitive pussy, your walls still welcoming and wet despite the slight discomfort. Still a bit stretched from earlier made it easier for him to sink each inch in until he bottomed out. The groan he let out had you shuddering as he lifted his head to stare down at you. Was he an angel or a demon?
He's both.
You brought your hands up to his shoulders and rested them there, which made him pause. He was waiting to see what your next move would be. Would you dig your nails in and urge him to fuck you in deep strokes? Or would you attempt to push him away and keep fighting a losing battle?
“It’s all just… too much,” you whispered, closing your eyes so you couldn’t see the darkness in his blue eyes.
Shades of red moved behind your eyelids when he covered your mouth with his. It wasn’t long before you kissed him back, allowing him to invade your mouth the way he had with your cunt. Your senses. Every single part of you began and ended with him.
That was why it was too much.
“Too much? It’s not enough,” he whispered in your mind as he resumed his thrusts. "I'll never get enough of you. One day, you'll feel the same."
That's what I'm afraid of. That isn't love. Love takes time and care. This is obsession. I can't lose myself. I can't.
Because who are you now without him?
His hand, heavy and warm, gripped your hip as his lips curled into a smirk. You couldn't stop your pussy from squeezing around the length of him and it told him what he wanted to know. No matter how much your mind tried to fight him, your body welcomed him home.
“You’ll come around,” he promised as you pushed your hips back against his. “Sooner than you think.”
It was like he threw fuel on the fire, igniting the tiny flame. He was so sure of himself, so rooted in his convictions. What about yours? With more strength than you knew you had, you shifted your bodies until you straddled him. He didn’t look the least bit surprised as he lay beneath you, choosing to put his hands on your hips and rest them there.
He was waiting again to see what you’d do.
“You think I’ll come around just because you say so?” you asked, lifting your hips just to slam them back down. “Because my pussy loves your cock?”
“There she is. My stubborn little soulmate even though you know we belong to each other,” he moaned as you set your pace. "Go on, sweetheart. Take me the way you want to. That’s it.”
“Do you have to talk?” you asked through your teeth.
“Shut me up then,” he challenged, squeezing your hips for good measure. “Fuck me until all I do is grunt and moan your name.”
You rolled your hips, trying to remember if you ever felt so full before him. The way the tip of his cock hit your sweet spot, it was a wonder that you hadn’t gushed all over him. Yet. His light touch as he slid his hands to your breasts encouraged you to move faster and throw your head back, but he let you stay in as much control as you could. You’d take it as a small win.
“Sweetest pussy I’ve ever had and it’s all mine. Like my cock’s all yours,” he said in your mind as he sat up and wrapped your arms around your back, crushing his chest to your as you lifted your head. He groaned against your lips as you rode him harder, losing yourself to pleasure you didn’t ask for, but craved. “Fucking take it. Make me come. Make me pump you full. I know you want it. I want it, too.”
You lost yourself to his words, pleasure pooling in your stomach as you reached up to yank on his long hair. The growl you were met with spurred you on, getting closer to the edge as you eagerly bounced in his lap. You hoped this impending orgasm wouldn’t leave you feeling empty after.
“I love you, sweetheart.”
Your head fell back again with a sharp cry, spasming around him with your release. He gripped the back of your head when you tried to squeeze your eyes shut, your face still contorted in ecstasy as he thrust up to chase his own end. He wanted you to look at him as he emptied himself inside you. A twisted part of you wanted it, too.
"Mine."
A familiar warmth bloomed deep in your core moments later as he finished, the sound of Ari grunting your name reaching your ears. He surprised you by laying back, taking you down with him as he twitched inside you. Both of you panted as he held you and you didn’t have it in you to try and roll away.
Every time Ari took you was like a cut to your heart, slowly making you bleed out. With each whispered word he spoke though, the wound closed. You didn’t feel the same ache you normally did and that frightened you. Was your heart slowly becoming his by giving him your body willingly? No. You refused to let that be the case.
And you refused to shed a tear when he pulled you closer.
“You’ll say it back. And you’ll have my ring on your finger.”
Because it wasn't enough that he had all of you, he needed you to take his last name, too.
“Having my body is easy,” you said in his mind as your eyes slipped shut, your breathing still ragged. “My heart is a bit harder to get.”
“I’m a very determined man,” he promised, kissing the top of your head with a small nuzzle. “Besides, you aren’t going anywhere.”
You bit your lip to keep from snapping back in denial. "If you say so."
Maybe you would try to run, after all. If only to see how long it would take for him to catch you. Because if Ari Levinson truly wanted your love, he’d have to earn it. He owed you that much.
What do we think? Will you run? How long until Ari catches you if you do? Love and thanks for reading! ❤️
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You can run but you can’t hide: Chapter 1: Soulmate
(Soft!Dark! Soulmate AU)
Summary: Lloyd Hansen had been told from a young age that he’ll one day find his other half. What they didn’t tell him was that not everyone was as excited as him to find their other half.
Soft!Dark!Lloyd Hansen x Reader
Warnings for the series: noncon/dubcon, rape? just to make sure, age gap, manipulation, sex used as punishment? edging? soft!dark! gonna give you whiplash, forced breeding, breeding kink, language, violence, blood, past abusive/toxic relationship
Warnings for this chapter: language, allusion to past toxic/abusive relationship
A/N: Buckle up, that’s all I have to say. This chapter is a short one.
As always MINORS DNI
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Chapter 1: Soulmate
Soulmate.
What’s a soulmate?
Someone who you’re destined to be with. Someone who completes you. Bullshit. Complete and utter bullshit. I don’t need a soulmate to complete me or for them to control me. My mother was better off without one.
My mother’s soulmate, my father, they were in love-wait no, my mom was in love. She would have done anything for him and she did, she still wasn’t enough in his eyes.
Yeah, I wish never to meet my soulmate. I’ve seen firsthand what a soulmate can do to you, the person who’s supposed to “love and protect you”. What my parents had would never be love.
That’s why when I had the chance I fled and never looked back, now 5 years later, I’m happy as can be. I’m alone and happy.
I just have to move to a new town since I've been here for 7 months already. That's not what I normally do, usually, I stay for about 5 months and then on to the next town since it’s unlikely to meet your soulmate or anyone when you just go to 3 places-hotel, a job, a store. It’s been the perfect set-up for the past 5 years.
I don’t have much stuff, so that makes it easier to move from place to place. I’m still packing everything inside my car.
“Just you, me, and the open road”, I tapped the roof of my car after putting the last of my things inside. I never felt anything during any moves before but this time I felt my heart beating abnormally fast, fear maybe? but of what I don’t know.
Getting inside the car, I take a deep breath before starting the engine. What type of job would I find this time? bartender? waitress? A dog sitter? Hopefully my boss this time isn’t a perverted asshole, god just thinking about my time working at the retail store makes my skin crawl. I need to listen to some music.
The sound of Love Her Madly by The Doors playing filled the air in the car.
Don’t you love her madly?
Wanna be her daddy?
Don’t you love her face?
Don’t you love her as she walkin' out the door?
Like she did one thousand times before
I hope she got out of there alive, that is if his love hadn’t killed her already. He was the reason I left not her but that was the price to pay, either I stayed and get punished or run away and survive. I felt the cool air cares my skin as I rolled down my window. The smell of fresh air, sweet sweet freedom.
«5 hours later»
Welcome to Âme soeur
French, huh? That's weird, I had no idea that there were little French towns. I should look up the meaning of it. I should make a rest stop, I've been driving for hours and I feel like sleeping. So I guess Âme soeur it is. Now time to find a motel but it doesn’t look like there are any buildings close by. It looks completely abandoned. Ghostown. Spooky.
Ahh…finally a motel. Not the best looking but it's a motel what do you expect? Getting out of the car, the air felt different, heavy. After locking the car, I made my way to the front desk. A girl wearing the motel uniform sat at the front desk. She had charcoal-colored hair and the dullest blue I'd ever seen. A wall of room keys was behind her.
“Hello, do you have a room available?”, I asked. She just stared at me, like she was trying to figure me out.
“We just have one available”, she plainly said typing away on the computer. She truly looked like she’d rather be anywhere else. “Ok, I’ll take it”, I smiled. She turned to get my room key, and that's when I saw it, for a split sec, a mark on the back of her neck but she turned back just as quickly. Weird. She handed me the room key. As took the room key, she stayed silent. I left with a quick “bye”, I got to my car and opened the trunk to get my things out. I felt goosebumps on the back of my neck, and my bag fell from my hand as I touched the back of my neck. I looked around but shook it off and picked up my bag and the air felt somehow heavier than before. I looked for my room key to see the room number. My heart stopped.
Room 222.
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Soulmate
Summary: Ransom finds his soulmate... and runs away.
Word count: 982
Warnings: fluff, use of (y/n), coffee gets spilled
Ransom hung out on the escalator leading to the upper sales floor of the bookstore, holding his coffee.
Harlan had threatened to cut off his allowance if he didn't participate more in the business, so he had to help out with the local reading.
He drank his coffee in large gulps. He wasn't used to getting up this early. No one should have to leave bed before two in the afternoon.
He grumbled into his cup. The stairs pushed him and his grandfather up.
He could see the first display tables. At the very front, a hodgepodge of Harlan's books. He let his eyes wander and suddenly the air was knocked out of his lungs. His heart stood still, yet raced twice as fast as usual. He was dizzy and the world was limited only to the inconspicuous side profile of a woman. She was standing in front of a table, looking at blind date books wrapped in brown paper.
He was so fixated on this girl - his soulmate - that he didn't notice that the escalator had ended and fell to the floor like an idiot. The rest of his coffee soaked into the carpet when he looked up.
She was looking at him. Wide eyes stared at him from an astonished face.
Fuck!
Ransom pulled himself together. His instincts took over and.... he ran. Turned around and took the other escalator straight back down.
(Y/n) looked completely overwhelmed after the blond mop of hair. So that's what everyone meant by, "You'll know when it happens." But why is he running away? He's not supposed to run away. God! What if I can't find him again?
"Excuse me, miss," a voice snapped her back into this world.
She looked beside her and gazed into an old, kind face.
"I have to-", she started, but was immediately interrupted.
"Don't worry. This is my grandson." He smiled calmly at her. "I want to apologize for him. He's not used to feelings." He smirked. "He didn't get very far. To the front door, at most."
"How would you know?"
"Because I ran away when it happend. I made it to the front door. When my wife found me, she hit me with her purse. I knew then, she's the one." He grinned. "You should know about your future, that Ransom is not easy."
Ransom... "He's not easy... But?", she asked.
"That's it." He shrugged. "He's not easy. I never was, either. Me and my wife still love each other." He smiled and pushed her toward the escalator. "Go after him."
Ransom stood in front of the building, ruffling his hair. What a fucking idiot. Who runs away from his soulmate? How do you blow something like this out of proportion? Idiot. Idiot. Idiot. The one person who would have been doomed to actually like him and he screws even that up. His mother was right.
"Ransom?" asked the hesitant voice of an angel.
He turned and there she stood. Cautiously, she approached him. As if he was a fawn and she didn't want to scare him away. He continued to stare at her like a retarded idiot.
She reached out her hand to him. "I am (y/n)," she said. (y/n).
He took in a breath to say something, but it caught in his throat. He didn't remember later how his hand had ended up in hers, but he knew that the most pathetic whimper crept from his throat that he had ever heard in his life.
He had had models in his bed. Women lay at his feet. What the hell was wrong with him?
"Okay. Maybe take a deep breath first," she smiled at him.
He gathered up the last of his pride. "You need to find someone else!", he said suddenly. Surprise was written all over her face. Her smile crumbled.
"You seem very nice.", he began.
"But you imagined something else. Sure.", she laughed sadly. "Already... Okay. Got it.", she smiled and looked everywhere but at his face. "I'll go-"
"No. I don't mean it like that!" he interrupted her immediately.
"I-" he sighed, "I come from a family full of scheming, selfish, self-absorbed assholes, and I," he pointed to his own chest, "am God knows the worst of them all." He looked deep into her eyes. "If I can do one thing for the person this fucking fate has assigned me, it's to save them from living in this nightmare. I'm a man-whore. I drink. Hell I wouldn't even be awake if my grandfather wouldn‘t cut off my allowance. I don't work. I'm a spoiled, distorted child and I have no will to change that. Find someone better."
She looked at him intensly, then shook her head. Ransom sighed.
"A coffee." she said then. He looked up.
"We don't have to - and I don't want to - get married right away, but let's at least have coffee," she explained herself. "After all, it's kind of my fault yours spilled."
Ransom turned bright red. He had hoped to appear cool in front of his soulmate, but he had fucked that up big time.
"There's a nice store around the corner," she said.
"They only have that disgusting filter coffee. Hell no." he blurted out.
She laughed. "You really are spoiled, aren't you?"
He shrugged. "I'll show you a real store. While I still have money, at least I can throw it at you."
She laughed. "You got a bookworm here. You'll be poor in six months if you go through with this."
"My grandfather is reading at the store today. If you know anything about books, you know his name. I'll get you any book before it's even on the market.", he finally grinned confidently again.
She looked at him, puzzled. "I've reconsidered my opinion about marrying right away."
He grinned. "Coffee first. I want to be wooed.“
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His Sunshine Master List
This series is complete! ✔️
Sunshine was a normal sixteen-year-old girl. She helped out at her family's diner as a counter girl and worked hard in school. But like any girl, she would look at her arm, waiting for the day when the mark of her soulmate would appear, and she could go out into the world on her seventeenth birthday and start searching for him.
But little did she know that her parents already had an idea of the type of person her soulmate was supposed to be. A psychotic agent by the name of Lloyd Hansen.
Turns out...the only thing that was keeping him together all these years was the hope that when Sunshine presented as his soulmate, he would be accepted by her family with open arms.
Her parents employed none other than Sierra Six, an agent who was set to train her, and put her in the program when she came of age. But what he didn't expect, is that her parents followed none of the guidelines of the agency.
Sunshine didn't know that she was Sierra Eight.
She had no background in fighting, defensive skills, or any of the necessary requirements to make her a successful agent.
She was just a scared teenage girl
And Lloyd may have been a dark and stormy cloud...but she's his sunshine...she's the light in his soul. He wants to protect her from the fate that her parents picked out for her when she was born...and he'll do anything to make sure she's safe and in his arms.
Chapters
Chapter 1: The Day I Left My Life Behind
Chapter 2: The Day My Parents Died
Chapter 3: The Day I Left Behind My Innocence
Chapter 4: The Day My Handler Left
Chapter 5: The Day I Met Lloyd's Wife
Chapter 6: The Day My Handler Betrayed Me
Chapter 7: The Day I Became A Rogue
Chapter 8: The Day My Soulmate Caught Me
Chapter 9: The Day I Realized What Love Was
Chapter 10: The Day My Soulmate Took My Place
Chapter 11: The Day I Became The Future Mrs. Hansen
Chapter 12: The Day My Ex-Handler's Soulmate Met Me
Chapter 13: The Day I Almost Lost Him
Chapter 14: The Day My Ex-Handler Found Me Again
Chapter 15: The Day I Pressed Restart
Warnings will be posted each chapter. Contains dark themes like gun violence, murder, noncon, implied rape, smut, etc.
#lloyd hansen smut#lloyd hansen#soft lloyd hansen#dark lloyd hansen#the gray man#sierra six#chris evans characters#soulmate au#his sunshine
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Whether or not you want to spend the day with Steve, with Chris or with Justin I've got you covered. Click below to snuggle up with your fictional beau for the day.
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Warnings Key: G - General, M - Mature 18+, ! - Sensitive Content
5 am & a Wake Up - M
It's 5 am and you don't want to get out of bed. Chris doesn't want you to get up either.
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Backstage Pass - M
Some people dream of waking up to find out that they've become famous overnight. One morning, you wake up to find that you've become famous for all the wrong reasons and it is all because of someone more famous than you've ever dreamt of becoming.
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Protection - !
A story told by two: JC fails to protect the thing that means the most to him but Justin does not
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Inked - M
You wouldn't call it an obsession but Chris' tattoos do something to you
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What You Know - M
You know you love Chris. You know you've been feeling sad. You know you can't keep feeling like this. What you don't know is if you are strong enough to say what you need to say in order to walk away.
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What You Can See Now - M
In the span of time between your leaving LA and now, you've questioned whether or not it had been the correct decision to break up with Chris. Things hadn't been what you expected. It made you wonder if things with Chris had really been all that bad. It made you wonder if it had all been a misunderstanding. Could you change your mind? Could you and Chris be together again? You've questioned your decisions that day almost every moment of every day until today, until what you can see in front of you now.
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What You Hope You Can Change - M
Chris wants you back but doesn't know if he deserves you. He sees how much he's ruined everything. He wants you to be happy, but it hurts to let you go.
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Mi Amante - G
You and Chris haven’t been together for very long but you know you both want things to last. You both don’t usually have any problems talking about your feelings with each other. Something about this recent hurdle is stopping the both of you from opening up to each other.
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Yuletide - M
It's Christmas and you finally have time alone with your super soldier
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My Bloody Noghts with Mr. Evans - ! M
By the end of the evening, the haphazardly spilled bloody mary wasn't the only thing staining the table linens a deep red.
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Thirst - M
You may have teased Chris just a bit too far and now you have to pay for it. Not that you're complaining.
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I love a good soulmate au!! How would each of them have met their soulmates?! Or the ones that you have thought of 🥰
I have a few ideas. Don’t necessarily know which goes with who.
Reader is famous as shit. She’s an international icon. Did have a shitty life growing. Like many celebs do when they haven’t found their soulmate yet, they cover up their soulmate’s name as most are looking for a normal way to meet and don’t want to broadcast it to the world especially if said soulmate is non-famous. That’s right it’s a collarbone tattoo soulmate au. Anyways, paparazzi were fucking assholes and pulled her shirt revealing the name. (Leaning towards Henry).
Another famous!reader. Instead it’s the color one where you can’t see color until you lock eyes with your soulmate. She’s onstage. He’s front row in the audience. They lock eyes and the world bursts into color. (Chris or Sebastian)
Sy was stuck at the airport and so was she. All planes were grounded due to a snowstorm. She was camped out on the floor away from bitching people and looking at the snow fall. He came over and said, “it’s pretty, ain’t it? Haven’t seen in years.” And Reader is shocked especially when she sees a full blown man right in front of her. He said, “you’ve got the words on ya?” She said, “how did you know?” He showed her the words on his abs.
That’s what I have for now.
#captain syverson x soulmate!reader#sebastian stan x soulmate!reader#henry cavill x soulmate!reader#chris evans x soulmate!reader#soulmate au
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LSA, lipstick alley, someone posted a gif of her on the red carpet and it seems she thought her dress had pockets and then realized it didn’t and she’s just awkward so funny.
Also I’m disturbed how much she looks like a child playing dress up.
So yeah this better be Pr or else ……eww Chris.
She literally could not be less awkward if she tried. And WTF is with that head tilt?!
Bitch, you're fucked in the head. But that doesn't mean you should show it by tilting it so far. I know your brain has the least amount of neurons and oxygen it could possibly contain, no need to show it off, like you show your flat ass to the world.
She looks like if the Grady Twins combined and became one narcissistic racist bitch😆
#An🫶n asks#booky reacts#booky answers#chris evans#Albitch#still irrelevant no matter what#also she's probably sleeping with Justin her “soulmate” 🙄#ew Chris if you're really in love with THAT
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Alright I know Gray Man was literally just released today but I’m gonna need my online writer friends to crank out some gooooood Lloyd Hansen shit ASAP because I am on a kick. Specifically I want some soulmate au’s🫡 if I could write a single decent thing I would. Unfortunately, I’m a shit writer but I love to read SO I’m relying on all you beautiful people to keep me from going crazy.
Xoxo
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You can run but you can’t hide.
Masterlist
(Soft!Dark! Soulmate AU)
Minors DNI.
p.s. slow updates
Summary: Lloyd Hansen had been told from a young age that he’ll one day find his other half. What they didn’t tell him was that not everyone was as excited as him to find their other half.
Based on this ask
Soft!Dark!Lloyd Hansen x Reader
Warnings through out the series : dark, noncon/dubcon, rape(?) just to make sure, age gap, manipulation, sex used as punishment(?), edging(?), smut, orgasm denial, forced orgasm, soft!dark! gonna give you whiplash, forced breeding, breeding kink, language, abusive/toxic relationship, violence, blood, more to be added as the series goes.
taglist is open.
Series:
Chapter 1: Soulmate
Chapter 2:
Chapter 3:
Chapter 4:
???:
Drabbles
Coming Soon…
#honey writes#soft!dark!lloyd hansen#lloyd hansen#lloyd hansen x reader#chris evans#chris evans fic#chris evans fanfiction#chris evans smut#soulmate au#soft!dark fic#you can run but you can’t hide#you can run but you can’t hide mini-series#chris evans imagine#chris evans x reader#lloyd hansen smut#chris evan characters
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Photo negatives
Summary: Ransom and his soulmate are photo negatives. But it works.
Word Count: 654
Warnings: fluff, use of (y/n)
Here is how Ransom met his soulmate:
https://www.tumblr.com/drmaddict/719495908948049920/soulmate?source=share
Ransom was pretty sure that he and his soulmate were photo negatives.
She was shy. He was quick-tempered.
She preferred to never leave the house. He wanted to go out partying.
She was an early riser. He slept late into the afternoon.
She loved animals. He never wanted pets.
Wanted. And yet the old one-eyed cat looked at him from the sofa, annoyed.
Not even a pedigree cat had it become. She had gone to the shelter and asked which animal had the least chance of being adopted. Home she came with a 16-year-old mummy, who was missing an eye, had several bald spots, was half blind in his existing eye, and had chronic sinusitis.
The cat jumped up and left the living room.
Ransom looked after him disapprovingly.
He called it a creature. She called him Edgar.
Once, for her sake, he had given the bastard his pills. Afterwards, he had recorded that he would rather shave his head than be mauled by the critter again.
(Y/n) had amusedly disinfected the "scratch" on his hand.
"That's not funny."
"Of course not... A little lower and we would have had to go to the emergency room."
He'd ignored her smirk and had the band-aid applied. It had been a serious injury.
She could cook. He could burn water.
He wanted to take her shopping to spoil her and she wanted to drag him to a secondhand store first of all.
They weren't a good match. Except in bed. Ransom smirked at the thought. For someone so quiet and shy, she had insanely creative ideas.
But that aside, he just didn't understand why fate had stuck the two of them together of all people.
He was... happy. With her he was really happy. With her simple nature. No ambush. No drama. Well. Almost no drama.
For the past few weeks, she had gotten it into her head that she wanted to meet his family. Today they would all meet and she wasn't going away from the idea, that it would be best to rip off the metaphorical band-qid quickly and all at once.
He had sworn to himself to be tough. Now here he was, waiting for her to get ready for his damn family's celebration.
It wasn't going to go well. It couldn't go well. She would leave him. If his mother got a hold of her at the latest, she would leave him. No one would be willing to put themself through that for the rest of his life. Especially not because of someone like him.
When had he started to see this as the rest of his life?
He broke out in a sweat.
(Y/n) came down the stairs. She was wearing a simple black dress. They had picked it out together. He had bought it for her.
"Too much?" she asked uncertainly, pointing down at herself.
"Perfect," was all he returned. He had never seen her look so chic.
"Can we?" she asked.
"Are you really sure?" he asked for the hundredth time.
She smiled at him calmly. "I've been waiting tables in luxury restaurants since I was seventeen." She poked him on the nose. "Your family must be going all out to make me back down." She stroked the back of his neck. "You're not nice all the time because nothing bad ever happened to you."
He gave her an appraising look. She giggled. "Come on. The sooner we get there, the sooner we can leave." She kissed him on the nose. "I have a reward for you, too."
He looked ather testingly. "What kind of reward?"
"I went to your favorite store." She grinned. He grinned back. "I get something to play with?"
"And a pretty package."
He grabbed her hand and tugged her toward the door. "You’ll have a stomachache after dinner because you couldn't stomach something," he determined.
She willingly let him pull her along, grinning.
#ransom drysdale#ransom drysdale x reader#ransom drysdale fic#ransom drysdale x you#chris evans characters#chris evans character fanfiction#chris evans character x reader#fluff#soulmate au#soulmates
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His Sunshine, Chapter 1
Word Count: 2k
Warnings: none
Three Years Ago
“I don’t get it,” I said nervously, looking between my parents and a man that wasn’t much older than myself. My stomach churned at the thought of having to leave behind everything I knew. I began rubbing nervously at my covered forearm, knowing that was the reason behind their sudden change in attitude towards me. It was because of my mark, “I-“
“Don’t touch it.”
My hand froze on my forearm as the man stalked towards me, pulling my hand from my forearm, “your parents are doing this to protect you, kid. But you going and touching the area where that mark will be is only going to let him know how far away he is from you. He’ll be feeling that tug in his chest like some string that’s pulling each of you together. You can feel it, can’t you? Even though the mark hasn't shown yet?”
“I-I don’t know,” I said nervously, looking away from him. I went to touch my forearm again, but he held my hand, “let go of me.”
“That warm feeling you get in the pit of your stomach…that’s him,” he explained, “I know that you might think it’s a good feeling, but it’s not. You need to listen to me right now, kid!”
“Sunshine…” my mother whimpered as my father held her tightly. I looked between the man and her, and she broke down into tears, sobbing against my father’s chest, “oh god…he’s going to find her, isn’t he?”
“He won’t find her, ma’am,” the man said in a firm, calm tone. He gave her a sympathetic look and then turned his attention back to me, “did your parents tell you why you are coming with me, sunshine?”
I shook my head and looked around the room. My parents looked worried, but he and his team remained calm, “n-no…”
“Do you know who your soulmate is?”
“N-no,” I stuttered again, “I-I have no idea, sir.”
He uncrossed his arms and pushed himself away from the counter in the kitchen. In just four steps he’d come around the counter that separated us, and he was just inches away from my face, staring me down, “Have you ever met a man by the name of Lloyd Hansen?”
I nodded. I had seen him come into the shop once, but never again. It was a few months ago. And before that, he’d hung around outside nearly daily.
“H-he had a coffee and hung out at the counter the whole day,” I said nervously, “I-I remember him.”
“Tell me everything about any encounter you’ve ever had with him…” he said slowly, “you said he hung around daily.”
“O-outside,” I said quickly, looking back to my parents, who were now both sobbing, “He-he only came in once…and it was bef-“
“Tell me about it, Sunshine,” he said pointedly, “tell me everything that happened that day. Every little detail.”
The tall, well-dressed man walked into the diner. A signet ring that was delicately placed on his pinkie glimmered in the sunlight as he stepped up to the counter. My breath caught in my throat just looking at him, and a fire started in my belly. There was something about him that made me feel like a moth to a flame. I wanted him to talk to me.
He barely seemed to notice me as he sat down. He gently placed a phone beside himself, and he looked around. I couldn’t help but watch him, admiring his features. There was something so beautiful, and dark about him. I needed to touch him to prove that he wasn’t a mirage.
Perfectly dressed.
Perfectly coiffed hair.
My breath caught in my throat again as he looked at me; beautiful eyes sending a shockwave along my spine.
But even through the beauty, it felt like I was staring into a raging storm. He had a darkness to him and around him that made me both terrified and feel alive. It was like everything moved in slow motion.
“Got a menu?” he asked. I nodded, unable to really speak. With shaky hands I placed it on the counter in front of him. He chuckled; the dark, beautiful noise making me whimper, “no need to be scared, Sunshine…I’m not here to hurt ya.”
“I-I’m not scared.”
“You aren’t?” he asked with a chuckle. I felt a blush cross my cheeks as he looked up from the menu and at me, “well aren’t you just a piece of work then…most people are pretty afraid of me!”
“Y-you know my name?”
“What?”
He seemed caught off guard, “y-you called me Sunshine. Tha-that’s my name.”
He chuckled again, “call everyone Sunshine...habit, I guess.”
“Oh.”
“Your parents really named you Sunshine?”
“Yeah…but everyone just calls me Sunny,” I said quickly. He nodded, taking the information in, and we both settled into a silence while he examined the menu. Felling nervous, I began to fidget, and then I swallowed, “y-you’ve been here for months…”
He looked up from the menu, flipping it over to glance half-heartedly at the breakfast specials. His brow raised, “you saw me hanging about?”
“I-I mean you’re not a ghost,” I giggled. His lips curved upwards ever so slightly, and I blushed again, looking away. I turned towards the server’s set up, “d-did you want coffee? I just brewed some a few moments ago.”
“Yeah…coffee,” he nodded slowly, pushing the menu away from himself, “how do you take your coffee, Sunshine?”
“I-I don’t drink coffee, sir…I’m still not even seventeen! My parents tell me I shouldn't drink coffee until I'm an adult.”
“Oh no?” he asked curiously. He ran his hand over his left arm, and I felt a shiver run down my spine as I noticed the definition of his muscles. His smirk reappeared, “when is it that you turn Seventeen, Sunshine?”
“Oh, not for a few months, sir,” I smiled sweetly as I reached to grab him a coffee cup and spoon. Placing it on the counter in front of him, I turned and grabbed the pot of coffee in one hand and some creamer, “well, it’s less than two months now…”
“I bet you can’t wait…can you?”
I blushed as I poured his coffee, “I-I’m a romantic I suppose…I really just want to turn seventeen so that I can see my soulmate mark…I-I’ve always wondered about the kind of man I’ll have been paired with…”
“Is that so?”
“Yes,” I said bashfully, filling his cup up then returning it to the warmer. I turned back towards him, and he was drinking the coffee black. He chuckled when I scrunched up my face, “how can you drink it like that?”
“Sometimes it’s better…you get everything in a straightforward fashion.”
“I think I’d like to have coffee one day the way that I have life,” I giggled playfully, feeling so open talking to the mysterious man, “light. Full of sugary sweetness…and a lot of cream.”
A small blush found it’s way across his cheeks, “a lot of cream, huh?”
“Of course…how else are you going to sweeten up that bitter taste?”
“You’re an optimist, aren’t you, Sunshine?”
“Maybe I just like living up to my namesake,” I said playfully, “I’ve always had a positive outlook.”
“Like your soulmate mark?” he asked curiously. I nodded and he put the cup down, touching his own arm again. My breath hitched in my throat as he stared me down. It sent another shiver down my spine, “you know…most people would be nervous about the kind of person they get. Hell, I’ve spent years, just looking for mine, but I’ve yet to find her…at least, I didn’t think I did…but I think I’m on the path now."
“Well…what do you think she’s like?”
“Sweet…always smiling…nurturing. A complete night and day reference from myself.”
“You don’t-you don’t think you’re sweet?”
“I could be…for her…but only for her.”
“You sound like you may be a bit of a romantic yourself, sir.”
He smiled, “you know…some people wouldn’t want to know for fear that it’s someone bad. Some women and men even get rejected by their soulmates when they meet. Did you know that?”
“I-I never thought of that.”
His brow raised, “you never thought of that?”
“No,” I sighed sadly, touching my own left arm where my mark had yet to appear. I barely noticed Lloyd shiver as he took another sip of his coffee. I frowned, “I’m sorry. Is it too chilly in here for you? I-I could turn the heat up? I-“
“I’m fine, Sunshine,” he said softly. He gave me an even softer look as he reached across the counter and patted my hand. I instantly pulled away, feeling like I’d received a mild shock along my fingers, “don’t worry about your soulmate though. You seem like a complete sweet-hearted honest young thing. Any man would be lucky to have you…”
“T-thank you sir.”
He shuddered as I turned away to grab the coffee pot again.
“And don’t worry about what I said about that rejection thing,” he chuckled, “any man would be a damn fool to let you go.”
“I’m sorry?” I asked, my heart lighting up at the thought of a man acknowledging that my soul mate would find me perfect. I had wanted him to say it again, but he shook his head.
“I-I was saying that I’m not much older than you and you shouldn’t call me sir.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah…”
“Well what else would I call you?” I giggled, “I don’t know your name.”
“My name? Oh…yeah…m-my name is Lloyd,” he said softy, allowing me to pour him another cup of coffee, “I was going to ask what you recommended, Sunshine…”
“Oh,” I sighed, my heart plummeting slightly as I felt like I misheard him, “W-well Lloyd, tell me what you like!”
“Whatever you recommend, Sunshine. I trust you.”
“Shit.”
My parents looked nervously at the man in front of me, “What?”
Court frowned, looking at my father, “He knows.”
My brow raised, “H-he knows?”
“Lloyd Hansen is your soul mate,” he replied shortly, “you said he’s been hanging around for months?”
“Y-yeah?”
“He felt the pull,” he explained shortly, “you are still underage, and your mark hasn’t appeared so you didn’t feel it in the same way you would have if you were of age…but it sounds like you two felt the connection.”
“That can happen?” my father asked.
Court nodded, “He came in because he felt the pull and wanted to check it out…you were the only one that saw him, which meant that he probably singled you out and showed up on days when he knew you were working. You said you shivered when he touched his mark.”
“He ran his hand up his arm, bu-“
“He was touching his mark,” Court answered, cutting off my question before it even started, “and when he reassured you, you felt the spark…that moment when he touched your hand…he knows you’re his soul mate!”
“He-he was my soul mate?”
“Listen, Sunny…I’m going to need you to come with me…and now…there’s not even time to pack. Chances are, he’s going to realize that you are of age and that mark or not, he'll want you. He’ll come for you…and when he does, it won’t be pretty,” he said firmly. I looked back to my parents, but he grabbed my face and pulled it towards himself, “don’t look at them. Mr. and Mrs. Dawson. I will take your daughter to a safe place and hide him from Lloyd. You two need to split up and follow the plan, exactly how we discussed. Then, when I’m sure he’s not following any of us, we’ll meet up. I’ll have my associates watching each of you as well.”
“Mr. Gentr-“
“Frank…I’ve told you before…I’m doing this as a personal favor, but you can’t use my name,” he said quickly, “it’s six now…”
“Six-“
“We need to leave. The longer we wait here, the more likely it is that he’s going to be able to get to us…to get to Sunny. Is that what you want?”
“I need to pack,” I said quickly, “Mr. Six…please.”
“There’s no time, Sunshine,” he said, gripping my arm and making his way out of the diner, “we have to get you out of here…before Lloyd shows back up.”
Chapter 2
Tag List: @lohnes16, @buckysteveloki-me
#soft lloyd hansen#lloyd hansen#soulmate au#his sunshine#the gray man#court gentry#sierra six#chris evans characters#lloyd hansen x reader
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Well it’s decided! We’re soulmates lol.
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Soulmate AUs: yay or nay?
#chris evans x soulmate!reader#henry cavill x soulmate!reader#sebastian stan x soulmate!reader#steve rogers x soulmate!reader#bucky barnes x soulmate!reader#clark kent x soulmate!reader#captain syverson x soulmate!reader#soulmate au
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je te laisserai des mots is such a beautiful song to play on the piano 🥹 chris maybe u wanna …. idk… post a piano vid…
#not me freaking out bc its my fave to play on the piano rn#i think we r soulmates#im jk lol#maybe#chris evans
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You know the argument where people are like buck and eddie are straight and they're best friends and nothing more and that we should healthy male friendships in media without ship etc. etc.?? Well forgetting about every argument i have against all of of this and IF we were to consider that they are nothing but best friends then you know what would still make the most sense in regards to their storylines (together and individual)??? Not shoving random love interests for them into the plot and instead having them actually be two best friends who just raise a kid together without the need for anything else. Because no matter if you ship buddie or not I don't think there is a universe or a person who can counteract the fact that Evan buckley and Edmundo Diaz are soulmates. Stop having buck look for love in these doomed relationships and stop having eddie go out with these random people just because others are pressuring him to. People can be happy without relationships and if buddie won't be canon in a romantic sense then it would make so much sense for them to be happy with their family, because you gotta agree Buckk, Eddie and Chris, they are a family. Those three will always be there for each other and they will always put each other first. Those two are soulmates in every sense and they'd do anything for each other. Christopher comes first for both of them but right next to Chris is their best friend and that will not change. Their little family (+extended firefam) will always come first and no love interest could ever change that. It makes no sense for them to ignore the person who has had their back through so much fucking pain and heartbreak for someone who just came along into their lives to become top priority. Hell they're miserable without each other as is evident in the lawsuit Arc, the eddie leaving Arc, etc ect. They've been through too much for that. The firefam is the family they need and have. And they have each other (in whatever way that may be). It's like Ravi (my baby I love him so much I need more of him in s7) said its about having each others backs. And that is the entire premise of buddie since the very beginning, having each others back through thick and thin through joy and heartbreak, to never stop fighting for their family, that is the very essence that both Buck and Eddie's characters were built on. I did not go through 5 seasons of "there is no one I trust more with my son more than you","no one will fight for my son harder than you", "you can have my back any day.....or you could have mine", "isn't that what love is....knowing you have each other back", "when you're at your worst and they're at their worst and you have every reason to give up and you still decide you want to try", "what are you afraid of" buck showing up at Eddie's during the lightning aftermath, buck crawling under a freaking firetruck to get to eddie, Christopher running to buck at any point of distress, and so many more times where those three have always been what they need for anyone to disregard the fact that the buckley-diaz family are meant to be.
Ok I'm done.
#buddie#911 buddie#911#i read a comment of someone shitting on buddie shippers and i had to rant#and this was the best place to do so#and even if you don't like buddie why do you care if other peopl are shipping them???
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