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ashesbreadandbutter · 1 month

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I've got one: an Adam that can SEE soulmates. He grins nastily as he takes a GOOD LONG look at Alastor and SMIRKS "Vox, huh? You love him, hmm? I can see it written right on your disgusting soul Al-ass-tor. Annnnd even better he's your soulmate. I kill him, I cause you unimaginable pain and suffering for eternity without touching you." And then he takes off, leaving Lute and his army to take care of the hotel--who HEARD HIM to search for Vox.

The Vees are in full out panic mode, of course. They have no idea what to do. Vox say he can carry both Val and Vel through the electricity but they need a location to go too--abd the vacation home is too far, he doesn't have the juice.

Valentino is pissed at Vox for being Alastor's soulmate, and panicking about the certain death heading their way.

Velvette doesn't care: "Take us as far as you can to the vacation home and we can steal a car!"

Alastor is RAGING. How DARE that pompous f-wit threaten what is HIS?!? (Although he is pleased Adam did announce Vox was his too all of Hell. Now no one would dare try to date Vox after he killed the moth.)

(Feel free to use :3)

Thank you anon because I definitely WILL be taking this.

No really this is good, honestly you anons are helping write the best voxal fanfic with me as well speak. I think after I finish my current writing coms today then I'll start on this story. It honestly sounds really fun and I'm a bit of a slow burn kinda gal with a passion for angst so this is definitely up my alley.

The idea of Adam coming in? Mwah!

Like imagine the way Alastor freezes the moment Adam says that stuff about going after Vox and especially before Vox finds himself having to defend the vees. Bro doesn't even know what's going on at first and that he's basically one of the reasons it's happening. Imagine his shock if Alastor does hunt him down before the angels get there, both confusion AND relief showing on his face just to see Alastor. Though there's also annoyance.

"ugh! I could have handle a few angels Alastor!" He growls after Alastor grabs them after fighting and imagine something like after Alastor saves them he and Vox are having this argument just for Vox to stop when it seems Alastor did in fact take some damage.

"a few isn't tons Vox." Alastor would most like his back while cradling a wound and Vox might as well be the one to help him clean it up, matter of fact he has too because everyone is rather fearful of the pair. Alastor doesn't want anyone to deal with the wound like a stubborn dog unless it's Vox and this could leave them a lot of time just to sit with each other. It's silent as Vox carefully cleans his wounds, gentle and careful not to do anything that would hurt even more and then as he's looking over Alastor's body he'll glare at nothing halfheartedly, brows burrowed in confusion and annoyance.

"why'd you do something so stupid?" He'll ask and I can see Alastor's ear twitching. Vox basically asks him what's his problem. Why'd he go out there to fight so many angels and over HIM of all people? He's both flattered and a bit unnerved.

If Alastor really did all that to help him then maybe he SHOULD go back to the hotel just to keep an eye on Alastor's healing though maybe it's just a way to get closer because though Vox being Alastor's soul mate is life changing on his own, knowing and seeing Alastor after such a fight and touching his wounds really manages to draw Vox in. Like he wants to be with Alastor in the same bed and everything as he heals.

I wanna say Alastor will heal with no issue but imagine a case where he doesn't. Where the angel blades hold off his healing for just long enough to where Vox is actually worried over the other man.

This could be an interesting part to rebuild their connection. Seeing Alastor almost die while showing Hell that Vox BELONGS TO HIM really makes the TV demon flustered and more than he's ever been before. (Vox likes knowing Alastor is possessive enough to literally have a battle of his own with heaven. It makes him feel special and more than he ever has before)

I'd like to say this situation really convinces Vox but with their history he's worried about getting too close even though he wants to.

He's scared of falling in love with Alastor because what it its 'not the right time' again?

Vox is definitely an over thinker in this case, will sit through the healing process for Alastor but maybe he finds Alastor's words to be a fluke? Did he really mean it? Yeah he almost DIED but he couldn't possibly- he definitely means it.

They've had their history but Vox is a runner now and Alastor wants to chase him. After all, who could know him better than his old friend and whether Vox likes it or not no one would DARE (especially after the shocking announcement that they are soulmates) take Alastor's destined spot in his life.

I honestly love these ideas and I have many myself, keep em coming y'all!

- A

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imaginedreamwrite · 1 year

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Water Under The Bridge: Part 1

The news of your father’s death after a stint in the hospital wasn’t a surprise to you any more than the suspicion that someone had a hand in it. Your father’s affairs had made him a number of enemies and friends turned vile who could have ended him.

You had been across the country for school, tucked away in the back corner of a dive bar to focus on your schoolwork instead of in the library when you found out. You had received a call from your mother a week earlier informing you that your dad was sick, but it was Val finding you in that dive bar that confirmed it.

Val was a man who worked for your father, a longtime associate who had been around since you were born. He was tall and lithe but toned, with intense brown eyes that were infused with honey, drawing attention to his high cheekbones and firm jaw.

His thick silvering hair was always coiffed back out of his face and as far as you’d remembered he had a thick beard that was always well taken care of.

He was a man you’d known all your life and yet you had never heard him raise his voice in your presence, let alone inflict anger upon you. Val was meant to act as an uncle toward you, someone who’d kept you out of danger all your life.

Val was more of a father to you than your father was, he was highly dependable and trustworthy. He’d given you some of the best advice you’d ever needed, even if you hadn’t asked for it.

“You need to listen to me,” Val had warned you in that dive bar and again when you showed up to attend your father’s funeral, “there’s going to be a shift in power. Cade and your mother are in a place where they could inherit millions, but there are inhibitions in place.”

“Val,” you’d known what he was speaking about, you’d known that there was an inheritance set aside for you by your grandfather that your brother wanted, “my dad promised me I wouldn’t have to go back. He promised me that I could stay away-“

“He’s coming for you, Y/N.” Val had given you another warning, gripping your arm when you wanted to walk away. “The man whose name has to keep being removed from your arm, your father started this process because he didn’t want him to find you-“

“Lloyd Hansen.” You spoke his name, searching Val’s eyes for some glimmer of truth about the man who was meant to be your soulmate. “I’ve never even heard of him.”

“You wouldn’t have. He might as well have been a phantom to you. But he’s coming. He’s coming for you and he’s coming for the legacy your father left behind.” Val had given you a warning along with the obituary belonging to your father.

The card stock was a precursor to what would be handed out at the funeral. It contained a picture of your father, mother and brother on the front but not you. Your father was smiling while wearing a black and silk-lined suit with a blood-red tie that looked real enough to touch.

It had his name scrawled beneath the picture along with the date of his birth and death, the macabre fact was doctored. You didn’t need to open the obituary to know what was contained inside, the mantras printed on the thick card were as doctored as the man’s life. And your own.

“He promised me I didn’t have to come back, but would it be better to suffer my mother’s wrath for not coming back?” You spoke to the mirror, your eyes locking on Val’s eyes through the reflective surface.

“Even if you knew that he was trying to find you?” Val spoke of the phantom Lloyd Hansen in such a way that both elicited a shiver and made you more curious about the man who was a myth and legend.

“Was my father protecting me from him?” You lifted the sleeve of your black dress, the place where Lloyd Hansen’s name would have been and yet it was deridingly blank.

You had gone through painful treatment after treatment, over and over again to remove the man’s name. You had never even heard of him, just his name and his name alone.

“Or was he just trying to inflict more control?” Your father let you leave, he let you out of the legacy he had built.

You didn’t want any part of the world your father built, you didn’t care if you had to work two or three jobs to put yourself through university. You wanted no part in your father’s business and yet it had seemed as if you were going to be dragged back in again. Against your will and without merit, you were going to suffer, even momentarily, at the hands of your mother and brother.

You saw them standing near the front of the ballroom-turned-funeral parlour. Cade was standing next to your mother, her sleek black Dior dress was immaculate and not a single seam was out of place.

It was sleeveless and yet she wore gloves up to her elbows with a matching birdcage hat upon her head. Cade was dressed just as sharp in a black Tom Ford suit, neither one was shedding a tear for your father as his casket lay closed at the front of the room.

You stayed toward the back, your much simpler black dress wasn’t even a single percent of the cost of your mother’s and it wasn’t nearly as dramatic. Your dress was tea-length and only the bodice was fitted, it was an off-rack dress that you’d dug from the back of your closet and spruced up with a fresh wash.

You didn’t bother with anything extravagant, you were hoping to dash out before you had to see your mother.

And yet…

“Lloyd Hansen is here.” Val had stood between you and the man you had come to realize was your soulmate by name alone, and with the announcement had come to a steady hand on your upper back.

“I trust you, Val. You’re more of a father than my own.” You whispered to him quietly, slowly turning your head to get a look at the man who was here, apparently for you.

“He doesn’t look like much-“ you had admitted to yourself when you leaned toward and caught his gaze, your eyes narrowed and eyebrows furrowed.

He was tall, clearly even taller than Val, with the sides of his head shaved in a buzz cut and the only length coming from the top. His lips were plump and a thick moustache hung above his top lip.

“Lloyd Hansen is a sadistic and vengeful brute.” You wanted to laugh at the words Val used to describe the other man, but instead, a shiver run down your spine.

Val was one of the toughest men you’d ever known, he was a formidable figure in your life and if he was apprehensive of Lloyd Hansen then it had surely made you quake.

You took a second look at him, leaning forward to watch the man who was just as finely dressed as the rest. He wore no tux but a tight-fitting black shirt and a matching jacket that was snug around his broad shoulders. He wore well-fitting black slacks that accentuated his powerful and lengthy legs, that aesthetic continued to his Italian crafted shoes.

“He’s coming for you,” Val had warned again, speaking as you continued to look at Lloyd, “you can’t run.”

“Yes, I can.” You denied Val’s statement and as if Lloyd had heard you, he looked your way and cast his iridescent blue eyes upon you.

A smile that wasn’t at all friendly, or warm, had crossed his face and he raised his curled hand with only his index finger straightened, and pressed it against his lips. He was looking at you victoriously, almost as if he already owned your mind, body and soul.

“Not from Hansen,” Val spoke again, breaking the hold Lloyd had on you. “No one runs from Hansen.”

You noticed it then, the men that were stationed at the exits with their hands folded in front of them and their chins tipped. They were unrecognizable to you, and you had innately known that they worked for Lloyd. Val was truly giving you a warning, a heads up for the inevitable to pass.

Lloyd Hansen knew you would be here, he knew you would come back to spit on your father’s grave. But it had made you wonder…it made you question whether he was going to size you up or whether he was going to make a move?

Surely if he knew where you were and who you were, he would’ve waited until you were back on campus before he attempted to grab you.

“My father promised I didn’t have to come back here.” You repeated yourself as the crowd sat for the funeral, you taking your place next to Val.

You wiped your hands down the front of your dress and reminded yourself to breathe even and deeply. You reminded yourself to keep a cool head and not think about the man you had been cursed to, the man who you had been avoiding since your father made you start removing his name from your flesh.

“Your father made you get rid of Hansen’s name on your arm for selfish reasons. He made you rid yourself of it because your father was not only afraid of Lloyd but because he wanted to use you.” Val whispered, giving you as much of a rundown as he possibly could.

“Am I going to die?” You asked Val, casting your eyes upon him with wavering emotion and a real brush of fear. “Val, be honest-“

“If anyone were to kill you,” in a fatherly gesture he had brushed your hair behind your ear to calm you, “it would be your brother or your mother.”

“With my father gone, and granddaddy-“ you felt eyes on you, Lloyd’s penetrating gaze fixated on you and Val.

“Cade is set to inherit it all if he gets rid of you. Your grandfather stipulated that it goes to your father, as long as your father gives it to you.” Val shifted in his seat, rising to his full height and angling himself between you and Lloyd.

“Hansen is a sadistic fucker, but between him and Cade-“ Val was trying to protect you, he was attempting to shield you from the harshness of the world around you.

He knew you wanted to go to university, he knew you wanted to make a name for yourself away from the clutch of your family and he knew that to make sure you had a leg up on your future, you knew what to expect.

“Val tell me the truth.” You begged him, pleaded with him.

“Your mother is going to take you back to the house. She’s going to make you believe she wants to mend bridges and then she is going to give you up to Hansen.” Val had spoken under his breath, paying no mind to the empty words of your father’s funeral and rather taking the opportunity to prepare you.

“I can’t run, but he’ll let me go?” You hummed, curious about the path Lloyd Hansen was going to take.

“He is going to destroy everything your mother and brother have. He is going to make them pay for fucking with him and his soulmate. Your mother seems to think Lloyd will leave her alone if she gives you up. She seems to think you’re too stupid to suspect anything.”

“She’s selling me? She’s selling me to him?” You had always known your mother hated you, you’d always known that her relationship with you was nothing more than a ruse to make herself look better in others’ eyes, but to be so low?

“You are going to survive this. You are going to come out of this stronger and more capable of functioning in this world than your entire family ever could.”

“Will he kill me?”

“Hansen won’t kill you. He’ll kill for you.”

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darsynia · 1 year

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MCU Masterlist

Asks and questions are OPEN BUT SLOW for the moment (I have a bunch of things to write on a time crunch! If you want to send on in, just be aware it'be combined with a bingo challenge/fest story most likely!) Please comment if you'd like to be on a taglist! If you'd like to instead follow the account @darsywrites and turn on those notifications, that's my archive. Only my stories will be posted there.

I write primarily for Tony Stark and Steve Rogers, but I have a Bruce story, some Stephen Strange, and a couple of Steve/Natasha smut fics to post here someday. I'm open to suggestions (though, I can't promise I'll be able to fill your request quickly, as I'm a mom of 3 who are all as extra as I am. I will do my best!)

Tony Stark Masterlist

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Back to the Masterlist...

I have quite a few stories already on AO3 if you don't want to wait!

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TRUST FALL (masterlist) (Tony/OC, MCU rewrite from IM1+) ♥️🔥

Current Chapter: Ch 26b | TBC

IRON HELIX MASTERLIST

(Tony/OC fan in the world, possible series) 💚♥️🔥 | Chapter Two

MODERN MYTHOLOGY (Tony/OC soulmate AU) 💚♥️🤍

Ch 1 | Ch 2 | Ch 3 (complete)

IN SEARCH OF A FAIRY TALE (Tony/OC smut) ♥️🔥

Part I | Part II | (Complete)

PRESENT IMPERFECT MASTERLIST

((See Steve for 'Nearer, My God, to Thee' a Stony Titanic AU))

I KNOW NO OTHER WAY THAN THIS ♥️🤍

(Tony & Bruce friendship, Bruce/OFC) Ch 1 | Ch 2 | Ch 3 | Ch 4 | Ch 5 | TBC

PLUS ONE (Tony Stark/Partyguest!Reader kiss fic) ♥️ Oneshot

BUILD ME A COCOON SO I CAN CRAWL INSIDE YOUR LOVE (Tony/GN!Reader Hurt/Comfort) ♥️🖤 Oneshot

UNTIL MY STEPS RETURN (Tony/OC established relationship) ♥️🔥 Oneshot

THE SACRIFICE PLAY (Steve/Tony mid-Ultron) ♥️🖤 Oneshot

GOODNIGHT, FAREWELL, & AMEN (IronStrange angst) 🖤 Oneshot

LIQUIDITY (OR, WELL DESERVED) (Tony/f!Reader) ♥️🔥 Oneshot

REPEAT AFTER ME (Tony/f!Reader Soulmate AU Canon Divergence 'mob AU') Oneshot 🖤

5 TIMES TONY ALMOST PUSHED BRUCE TOO FAR, AND 1 TIME HE DEFINITELY DID (Tony Stark & Bruce Banner Friendship) 💚🤍 Oneshot

THEY SHOW THEIR TRUTH (Steve/Natasha smut) 💚🖤🔥 Oneshot

EQUALS (Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanoff fluff) ♥️🤍 Oneshot

EPHEMERA (Steve Rogers/Artist!Reader angst smut) ♥️🖤🔥 Oneshot

HAPPY VAL (Steve Rogers/Barista!Reader fluff) ♥️🤍 Oneshot

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NEARER, MY GOD, TO THEE

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ANIMATE OBJECTS SERIES(Stephen/OC, 'suspicion to lovers')

DAY EIGHT (first meeting, relic imprint) 💚♥️🤍

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DIMINISHED SEVENTH (training to first kiss) 💚♥️🤍 Ch 1 | Ch 2 | Ch 3 | Ch 4 | Ch 5 | Ch 6 | Ch 7 - COMPLETE

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RUIN YOUR DAY (Stephen Strange/Reader fluff) 💚♥️🤍 Oneshot

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A BANNER SPEECH (Toby Ziegler & Bruce Banner preslash?) 🤍 Oneshot

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EXILE ALL THE LONGER (Tony/OC soulmate Endgame fix-it)

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ekat-fandom-blog · 10 months

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Masterpost thingy 2

Unless stated otherwise, all of these are prompts. first masterpost here. (also some of them explicitly say "prompt" because adding a description seemed pointless or I was being lazy)

Patron Deities - Just a thought experiment (sorta) for which deities would be part of each of the shazamily's patron group.

Thought Experiment - which JL member would get which of Captain Marvel's powers.

Blurred Lines - Soulmate au w/JazzxDick, DanixJonxDamian, and DannyxBillyxKlarion.

Eddie's New Dog - Riddler runs into the GIW and Cujo.

Errand Boy - DanxConstantine where Clockwork sets the two up.

Demon Hunter Dani - DanixBruce where Dani goes to Gotham to stop a demon from causing trouble.

Thought Experiment - a thought experiment where I work through who I think would get which of Captain Marvel's powers if he decided to share them.

Role Reversal AU - heroes are villains and villains are heroes or civilians.

Swamp Thing saves some ghosts - dcxdp prompt

Allodynia - Tim/Danny prompt

Halfa!Beast Boy - Beast Boy starts getting some ghost powers

Imaginary Friend - Prompt featuring Youngblood, Kaldur, and Bart

Shifter AU - Sam/Val and Cass/Steph are shifters.

Soulmate Count/Body Swap - Constantine/Dan

Phoenix AU - Halfas are phoenixes

Atrocitus meets Skulker - dcxdp prompt

Monthly Meetings - current and former child/teen heroes get together to have monthly meetings.

Technus and Red Robin Shenanigans - dcxdp prompt

Lex vs Vlad - dcxdp prompt

Can't Kill The Jokers - Danny kills Joker, but there's more than one.

Lex's House Isn't Haunted - Johnny haunts Lex's house.

Jack and Desiree in Metropolis - GIW messes up. Supergirl helps.

Barbie & the Secret Door AU - dcxdp au prompt.

Important AO3 PSA about needing to tag OCs and Reader-Insert characters

Pariah Darkseid - dcxdp prompt.

Vlad & Larfleeze - dcxdp prompt

Magpie - just info about this Batman villain.

Therapy - Tim goes to Spectra for therapy.

Fliting - Ghost Writer leaves Amity to find a flite partner.

Totem Thief - Cujo steals the Tantu Totem from Mari McCabe (vixen).

Cursing Curse - Constantine and Zatanna investigate Amity Park.

Imposter - Amorpho meets Clayface

Clone meet dragon - One of Danny's clones made it into a new universe where most of dc characters are dragons.

Roy vs Lunch Lady - dpxdc prompt

Pass the Crown - Reformed!Dan is on the JL. Danny interrupts a meeting.

Magical Girl!Jazz - Dani and Jazz search for the Teen Titans to figure out what this magical item that bonded to Jazz is.

Danny's Powers - list of Danny's powers

Maddie and Alfred - the cats meet

Box Ghost and Tawky Tawny - dpxdc prompt

Valerie and Talia Meet - dpxdc prompt

Trapped in a Thermos - M'gann gets trapped.

The Hit - Deadshot vs Walker

Bounty Hunter - Danny's a bounty hunter going after Falcone.

Amnesia - Danny gets amnesia. Jimmy gets a visit from one of the observants.

Political Meetings - Danny meets Mera and Arthur (king and queen of atlantis).

Musical Chairs - Power swap dpxdc prompt

Tim Angst - silly little fic idea

Magic Show - Jazz gets run out of Amity and sees Zatanna's show.

18th Birthday - Reverse Psychology soulmate prompt.

Pain - Spirit Halloween ship soulmate au

#ekat's masterpost thingy 2 #50 linked posts

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comebackseasonisamess · 4 years

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Loi de Murphy

Moon Taeil x Reader | fluff | soulmate!au

Word Count: 0.67k

Warnings: mention of reader wearing a blouse

Song Rec: Loi de Murphy by Angèle

Summary: “Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong.” - Wikipedia

Today was not your day. And you knew it. You had woken up an hour after your alarm, late for work, had dropped your lunch on your shoes while running out the door, and your car wouldn’t start. You had run all the way to work and halfway through, rain started coming down hard. Needless to say it must’ve been some sick joke by the deities in the sky.

Within the span of half an hour, you had ruined your outfit (now water and sweat drenched), waterlogged the notes you had been taking on your new project, and gotten chewed out by your boss. After all, being a new hire and late not even a week from your hiring? Not a good look for a long time position.

After being successfully emotionally and mentally drained by your boss, you collapse in the seat of your cubicle. Across the room, Johnny waved at you. You responded with a small smile.

“Rough day?” he asked.

“You could say that,” you responded. “Everything’s been going bad since I woke up this morning. I don’t know why…”

“Fate? Karma? Bad luck?” Johnny helpfully supplied.

“Or a combination of all of them....” you sighed and leaned your head on your hand.

You looked down at your wrist: June 14th, 20XX. This exact day. You thought to yourself that at least your day would get better after meeting your soulmate? Maybe?

You sat up, stretching your arms and yawning a bit.

“Are you gonna join us in the lunchroom?” Johnny asked.

“I don’t know… I might go get some coffee from the shop down the street. I missed out on my caffeine boost this morning, “ you responded. You shot a quick glance out the window. The sky was clear, a complete opposite from the morning. “Stupid June and it’s stupid weather,” you muttered to yourself. You picked up your coat, now slightly damp and no longer dripping all over the floor, and slung it over your shoulders.

The line was unusually long for a Tuesday lunch. You weren’t too bothered, having already accepted that today was gonna be one of those absolute shit days, but hoped desperately that you wouldn’t end up being late again.

Just as you were leaving the coffee shop, iced coffee and sandwich in hand (your lunch, after all, had decided to make your shoes it’s new home), you bumped into the guy standing right behind you, spilling your drink all over your recently dried blouse and his grey hoodie.

“Oh God, I’m so sorry!” you exclaimed, putting your drink and sandwich down on the counter and reaching for some napkins to wipe yourself down and pass to him. “It’s really not my day!”

“Oh, it’s no problem!” the guy responded. “It hasn’t exactly been my day either, I feel like someone’s out to get me.” He sheepishly accepts the napkins, before dabbing at his hoodie.

Someone grumbled behind you, and you and the poor coffee-sodden man moved to the side to let them pass.

“Sorry,” you exclaimed to the person as they passed you by. You patted away at your blouse. You pushed up your shirt sleeves a bit to get to the coffee under your cuffs, and your poor coffee victim gasped.

“Wait!” he exclaimed.

You looked up at him, confused. “What’s up?”

“Your mark!” he said. He rolled up his own sleeves. It’s the exact same date, in the exact same place.

Your eyes widened. “So this is some, like, cruel prank played by fate? I have an exceedingly shit day and then I meet my soulmate?” You glanced down again at the date on your wrist, noting that it’s gone blue.

“Funny enough, it’s my birthday today!” the man laughed. “I’m Taeil, by the way.”

You gave him your name. “Nice to meet you, soulmate.” You threw your napkin in the trash, your blouse the least of your concerns, and reached out to shake his hand. “How about we exchange numbers and see about dinner tonight?”

Taeil smiled. “I’d like that.”

#moon taeil #nct taeil #taeil fanfiction #taeil fluff #nct soulmate au #taeil imagines #taeil scenarios #nct fanfiction #nct fluff #nct imagines #nct scenarios #and in this round of val chooses a wrong gif for the situation....#ugh its so hard to find taeil gifs in the search thingy

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shipperofalllesbians · 2 years

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I am searching for a Juliantina fic but I don’t remember much so maybe someone will understand this.

Here is all that I remember

Juliana works in a volunteer place

Val is with someone

There is a whole soulmate situation, like people are born or get a random word/image/name on their skin one day and Val was hoping it would be her fiancé but of course it matches Juliana

Anyone? Lmao

#juliantinafic #juliana y valentina

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klarojonsa · 4 years

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You look like you could use some help.

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"What do you mean you can't find it anymore?" Jon asked the red head, his eyes widening in horror.

"I lost it. I can't find it anymore, I'm sorry. I swear I kept it in inside of my bedside drawer." Sansa replied nervously, her voice sounded little panicked.

"I can't believe it! How am I going to propose Val without a bloody ring?" Jon asked again as he paced around the room. "I can't believe you lost it."

"Orrr you could like... not propose her?" Sansa suggested, wincing slightly when he looked positively confused. She crossed her arms around her chest more firmly, making sure her ring finger is still hidden. No, she doesn't need to say this because its quite obvious. She didn't lose the ring. It was right there in her ring finger. She may or may not have slipped it on because in her defense, the ring was quite beautiful. She couldn't exactly resist it.

Jon and her go long way back to the kindergarten. They've been best friends since they laid their eyes on each other. Inseparable since then. Not that it helped that Jon practically grew up in her house along with her. Also it doesn't help that she is slightly in love with him. Only slightly. He has no idea. Why? because she never told him. She didn't think it was big of the deal honestly. Not until he got serious with his recent girlfriend Val.

"Sansa. . ." Jon warned, pinching the bridge of his nose as he stepped in front of her. His eyes studied her face, as if he could read her. AS IF. She licked her lower lip, slipping her hands into the pockets of her shorts.

"Jon... seriously? You literally met her few months ago and suddenly she is your soulmate?" Sansa tilted her head to side, pressing her lips together in firm line. "Maybe it's a sign. Maybe the gods don't want you to marry her!"

Jon stared at her, his eyes narrowing into slits. To Sansa, it looked like he was trying to not to smile. The way his lips tugged up only slightly before falling into its place.

"Huh? Is that it? So you know what god wants?" He stepped forward, making Sansa step backwards until the wall hit her back and she couldn't go back any further.

"Listen-- I... " She stammered, trying to find some words and struggling under his intense gaze. Oof honestly! Pick a struggle. Way to go Sansa. She mentally rolled her eyes.

"You what?" His hand slipped into the pocket of her shorts, making her breath hitch in her throat. Sansa had to bite down the gasp, her eyes searching into his. He took her hand out of her pocket and placed it over his heart.

"So Gods want me to marry you?" He asked her, it felt as if Sansa couldn't breath. "If my ring on your finger is any indication, maybe that's it, isn't it sweetheart?" He stepped even closer to her now, their noses brushing. Was she dreaming? She couldn't possibly know just yet.

"Maybe. . ." her voice was as soft as whisper as she gave him a low and barely visible shrug. "Won't be so bad if you ask me."

"Mhmm maybe." He tucked a strand of her red lock behind her ear, his breath hovering just above her skin. "If you wanted me to marry you, all you had to do was just say the word."

Sansa's eyes looked up at him, she could see the amusement dancing in his eyes. She released a scoff, using her hand over his chest to push him away.

"As if." She rolled her eyes, shooting him a glare when he started laughing. Jon caught his breath before smirking at her.

"You should've looked at your face. I could swear I had you in the moment."

Sansa rolled her eyes again, crossing her arms across her chest. There was faint blush dusted over her cheeks.

"Hand me the ring." Jon extended his hand to her.

"I can't." Sansa replied nonchalantly, looking away from him. Honestly she was pissed. How could've she let him effect her so? She still feels like her legs are jelly.

"Why not? You really want to marry me?" Jon grinned. Sansa shook her head, placing her hands on her hips.

"No! and No." Liar, she kicked herself mentally. "Its stuck." She sighed. "I've tried everything that's there to do and this bloody ring?" She pointed at her ring finger where his ring was resting, like it belongs there. "It won't come off."

Jon looked at her, thoroughly amused before started laughing again.

"Its not funny!" Sansa glared at him again. She huffed again, storming out of the room.

"Wait!" She heard the footsteps behind. Honestly? Fuck it. Fuck Jon snow and his stupid hair and his stupid smile.

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To be continued. . .

#Jonsa #jonsa fanfic #jonsa fanfiction #Mine #Lmao these two idiots #Let me know if i should write more #you look like you could use some help #part 1 #Klarojonsa #modern jonsa au

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infinites-chaser · 3 years

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val’s mementos

(or: a working masterlist of my mlqc fics created mostly for my own sanity)

everything on this list has also been posted to my ao3!

currently accepting prompts from this prompt meme~

(while i will do my very best to fill every prompt with writing that i’m proud of pls keep in mind that some may take longer than others for any amount of reasons!)

Lucien

dark night fireworks- my first (published) mlqc fic <333 2nd person and entirely too pretentious (rumor has it even the author doesn’t really know what she was trying to convey except. n e u r o s c i e n c e and MEMORY is cool). slight spoilers for ch.16

watch the universe expand- a long, rambly attempt to explore lucien’s character and also evolutionary biology and evols told through excessive metaphor and bedtime stories. spoilers for lucien’s childhood and ch.13. im proud of this one ^^ though there is a lot of projection involved. also lucien is an enneagram five.

to dwell on- c: lucien and homes and him and mc being soft together that’s it <3 or in more coherent language some bittersweet fluff for lucien’s bday based on moments from his mini-house and his most recent bday karma + date. in hindsight i’ve realized i didn’t use his or MC’s name at all outside of dialogue LOL

king lear and other tragedies- a prompt for the librarian ask meme linked above! im p sure anon prompted me a month before i got around to actually writing an answer hndkslgj but. here we are. shakespeare and tragedies and parallels between characters and a lot of pretentious dialogue, meant to be an extension of/missing scene after lucien’s theater date. this only rly exists bc of a single line in the date mentioning the production being put on was king lear and i took that and ran for all it was worth

Gavin

just a summer thing- a short little scenario that manifested in my head one warm summer night when i should’ve been sleeping and my first foray into domestic!gavin territory <333 i’d say it’s probably one of my lightest fics, if not the lightest ahfksldg (also heavily inspired by the way @belovedstill writes gavin/mc pst basia’s fics are to die for)

under a golden sun- high school era gavin, MC and minor! originally intended for gavin’s bday except (1) i didn’t finish on time LOL and (2) the fic never mentions his bday oops. also in 2nd person though if you asked why i couldn’t tell you it just felt more right. ft. basketball and memories and a bit of bittersweet nostalgia. simultaneously has some of what i think is my weakest writing (in terms of pacing/consistent tone imo) and some of my favorite lines i’ve ever written for a gavin fic and i’ve come to appreciate it more over time bc of that c:

today, this is the whole universe (and that’s okay)- gavin, MC, and domestic, sleepy sundays. and a long ao3 title that’s it that’s the fic (narrator: and then, she never wrote anything purely fluffy ever again). heavily inspired by gavin’s sleepy morning asmr and that one clip of his cn voice actor playing/humming his theme (aka soft soft SOFTEST) also just. i said it already but all of my domestic!gavin is inspired by and exists thanks to the breathtaking writing of @belovedstill <333

in the wind- a semi(?)exploration of gavin’s wind but also just him loving mc bc that’s what he and his evol are all about. short and bittersweet <3 (if anyone’s keeping track i think this is where my writing starts to lean more on the uhhh descriptive side and becomes less dialogue-based? or i feel there’s a diff from this writing style compared to the earlier gavin fics (besides parts of under a golden sun) which is just interesting for me to think about but not relevant to the fic itself ahfklsdf)

winter’s end- winter world!gavin and mc and a softer, more bittersweet reunion. m a j o r spoilers for ch.22 and what comes before. also gavin’s past. it hurt to write and apparently hurts to read b u t there’s a happy ending. i promise c:

sunrise to noon- a secret santa fic that ended up being less holiday related than I originally intended but like all things domestic and Gavin I think it works well as it is <3 just tender winter mornings and domesticity and the return of my fluff writing

Kiro

falling down the stairs of your smile- this was a prompt for the librarian prompt meme and doesn’t have an official title on the ask but here’s the title in all its long all-lowercase ao3 glory. basically the first few chapters from kiro’s perspective with slight spoilers from his past! kiro is such a joy to write and i love this a lot and im super glad i got the opportunity to write this (the waY i banged this out in one night when i got the ask askfsdkfksl)

[deleted by Key]- i have an idea and i’m s u p e r excited about it but no spoilers except this quote: ‘But that is how a tragedy like ours or King Lear breaks your heart— by making you believe that the ending might still be happy, until the very last minute.’- If We Were Villains, M.L. Rio.

Victor

Of Corgis and Christmas- a secret santa present for a victor stan that conjured some fluffy victor writing from my victor-less heart,,, a christmas miracle aND im lowkey proud of how it turned out but the highlights of the fic are Goldman and Cindy T-T they deserve more screentime and someday. i will write the subplot that got cut where Goldman sends Cindy embarrassing Victor stories to try to impress her and MC helps :>

spend my whole life searching- i combined 2 victor librarian asks from the librarian prompt meme above would u believe he's the only suitor I got twice 😔 this man is so popular and for what (only kidding ahdjdjs we just have a relationship of mutual disapproval dont mind me dragging him just a little i need to compensate for the appreciation I developed for him while writing this :>) this is similar to the kiro librarian fic in that it kinda gives vic's perspective on victor/MC's first in-game meeting with a healthy dose of and they were soulmates and angsty longing™ and also. victor is an enneagram one

Shaw

i started a few things a long time ago for him maybe someday i’ll finish them :’)

#val writes #mlqc #masterpost #i am allergic to capital letters and also giving proper summaries of any of my fics #i made the header instead of doing hw and it took an ungodly amount of time to look semi decent and. it still looks too yellow rn ahdjdjssk

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kitakashi · 10 months

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Soulmate Search

for @imlevis requested fandoms jujutsu kaisen and blue lock

from jujutsu kaisen the cursed womb brother chōsō

from blue lock the all rounder mikage reo

#Val’s Soulmate Search #jjk was the hard one #I browsed the character list for 3 episodes of bnha #I settled on chōsō because of his growth after attaching to itadori #at first he’s calm and detached but also protective and loving of his brothers #I think chōsō after falling for you would be willing to try anything for you #he’d follow you to the ends of the earth and protect you until that energy of yours depletes #he’s the type willing to follow you and try new things even if it isn’t his thing #and he can squish nasty bugs #reo was a pretty instant decision #plus he comes with a free nagi #Reo would be active with you and try all sorts of stuff #plus he has money so you really could try anything #you may not like that he’s always so good at everything tho #even tho he’s pretty go go go I bet he enjoys those nice quiet home dates too #my graphics kinda suck and I used your own dividers haha

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phantasmalduelist · 4 years

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We’re going down, down, down (unless you have wings)

Nights on Amnoon were always busy. The streets became packed with visitors and locals as dusk arrived. The mingling of smells was intoxicating—incense and cigarettes filled people's nostrils almost instantly. For some it was too much and coughing fits were common. A sharp sound in the midst of pouring crowds.

The chatter of the evening was often animated and vivacious. Much more now that the Grand Sahil Casino was throwing a coin hunt; people laughed and stumbled over each other. The air was thick with life.

But unfortunately it was not a feeling shared by everyone.

Camélia was leaning against one of the walls at the back of the casino, her eyes followed the trails of smoke. Sometimes she wondered why she even bothered trying to be social at all. Her off-hand responses and her spacing out were always met with an accusation of "superiority complex", when in truth it was just hard for her to gather enough words in a world of too many sensations. Most that she had avoided for over four hundred years.

Losing touch. She bit her lip.

"Hey, Mélia, you hiding or something?" Val Ima Astre's voice cut her thoughts short. For better or for worse.

"I'm standing against a wall. That's hardly hiding." Camélia pressed her lips together and huffed.

"Bitey. Why are you so sour?" She intruded right into Camélia's personal space. Val Ima Astre's eyes could be a little unsettling at times, especially if she was trying to figure something out.

"I am always like this," Camélia simply said. She wasn't the biggest fan of Astre's obsessive moods.

"Yeah, but there's like. A surly note in that voice." She tapped her fingers against her legs.

"I had no idea you were an expert on my behavior." She frowned.

Val Ima Astre rubbed her chin. "It's part of an archangel's job to document things."

"You're a lightbearer, not a fucking scientist." She wrinkled her nose and pushed Astre back. "Or were. Whatever happened to your position since you just decided to leave. Again."

"I've been there for… Blessed Light knows how long." Val Ima Astre lamented almost comically. "They don't need me on duty to save the universe. All the time."

Camélia snorted. "I thought you wanted to be one of the fancy senate leaders of the intergalactic-kiss-ass-union?"

It was almost instant. The change of posture. The change of tone. Camélia knew all too well about the weight on Astre's shoulders and yet for some reason she still prodded it.

Perhaps they were both obsessive in their own way.

"I tried it, but it was just empty." Val Ima Astre's wings dropped lower. "It's an important job. An honor even. Mirea Fai Meda hated my brilliant strategic mind, I'm just prefacing that, but she was right. I'm too much of an egocentric weirdo for the job."

Val Ima Astre was now leaning against the wall too, her shoulders somewhat slumped. The silence within the deafening noise of the casino was a cutthroat meeting; a turbulent rise of words skipping between smiles and surly whispers. Between understanding and disagreeing. Between different languages and different flavors.

Out of place. Sugar and spice.

"The best years of my life were making your life hell." Val Ima Astre's gaze was fixated on the ceiling. A salacious smile creeping up on her face.

A weirdo, indeed.

Camélia threw her head back in uproarious laughter, but she hit the wall a little too hard. She cursed herself for being so awkwardly clumsy at times—maybe she, too, ended up being a weirdo. All the finesse and pretense were a long gone song. "Hrgh. Seems like you're still making my life hell, angel." She rubbed the back of her skull.

Val Ima Astre guffawed. She pushed herself off the wall and flapped her wings. "Ohhhh fuck. Do you need some healing?"

"You're not a healer, you stupid divine smiter." Camélia glared.

"Are you insulting the archangels' training in medical prowess?" Val Ima Astre placed a hand over her heart and gasped.

"You clearly failed that course," Camélia retorted.

"Are you still mad I cut your arm off?"

"Imagine if that was my head." Camélia was thankful that medicine at large was far more advanced than what you'd find in Tyria. Or else her arm would have been a goner. "No regenerator could put that back together."

"Oh c'mon. I'm not gonna vaporize your head!!" Val Ima Astre gestured a bit too wildly. Her wings dusting off the floor.

"No is no," Camélia said.

"Can I kiss it better then? I promise I won't poke the crystals on your face."

Camélia let out a deep breath through her nose. Despite her ticked off scales she nodded with a rather silly eye roll. "Fine."

Val Ima Astre cupped her face gently and for a few moments Camélia was petrified. The silence dragged longer than it was necessary; something about Astre's silent presence always made her rattled. In a strange pleasant way. It was not because she disliked the woman's tangents. (Not that Camélia would ever admit it.) But it was unusual. The moments she had seen her dead serious left her somewhat curious for more.

Unlike the empty silence of discomfort, this one felt like a conversation. A soul searching gaze. Camélia fought the urge to look away.

Soulmates. Of some twisted fate.

The Archangel's argent halo glowed against the purple hues of the Captain's brand. A reminder of how much things had changed.

"You still know what a head is, right?" Camélia finally said.

But all she was met with were supple lips against her own. Light and darkness always crossing paths despite everything. As sure as the suns dying out in forgotten galaxies. As sure as the six thousand years behind them both.

Camélia pushed forward and deepened the kiss, earning a soft gasp from Val Ima Astre. Her sharp fangs grazed against her lips. Silver blood glowed so familiarly.

They always ended up stepping on each other's toes. And with their tongues in each other's mouths.

"That's… not my head."

Soft fingers intertwined.

"I know."

Foreheads touched.

"You're insane."

As sure as the stars in the night sky. They would meet again and again. Until the end. If there was ever to be one.

#guild wars 2 #gw2 #Camélia Nightingale #Human (♢)#half-alien #Val Ima Astre #Seraphim (♢)#my writing #fanlore #stories

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starwarsfic · 4 years

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I.46

Originally posted September 19, 2020

Summary: A Mandalorian's armor is a part of their soul. And, if they're lucky enough to have a soulmate, a reflection of the other half of their soul.

Details: Jango/Obi-Wan. Soulmate AU.

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Jango had just started earning his beskar'gam when the bold colors painted on it began to fade. He went to Jaster, first, because he wasn't sure what that meant, but his buir was at just as much of a loss as he was, and instead they had to go to the armorer with their question.

The armorer had seen it before, thankfully, and declared that Jango's soulmate must be a Foundling just taken into a new clan--the colors would come back once he was settled.

He'd be lying if he didn't admit to liking that he and his soulmate had something obvious in common.

The colors did come back, bold and beautiful, with splashes of white to represent the new beginning, reflecting his soulmate's vibrant life. He was healthy and taken care of, which settled contentment deep into Jango's half of their soul.

Years later, he starts to notice little scuffs and marks, and a surprising amount of light burns, appearing here and there. The little streaks of orange gathered around the edges of his armor told Jango that his soulmate was still happy, that they had a lust for life despite the clear hardship. He thinks his soulmate is training to fight and he lets himself be a little smug--of course his soulmate would be a fighter.

The colors on his armor are fading again when he's on Galidraan and he's worried. Maybe it distracts him, but he couldn't blame his soulmate for that.

What happens is his own fault.

Being without his beskar'gam feels like an open wound. It's a part of his soul, a part of *their* soul, the outward proof of their connection that no other people in the galaxy had.

He didn't know what it was, what was being done to it. Sometimes he spiralled into despair, imagining it displayed in Vizsla's home, where he could see Jango's soulmate's life while Jango was bereft.

One of the first things he did, when he escaped, was go to Galidraan for answers. It was there, in the governor's home like a trophy.

But for all that the servants must have shined it and cleaned it to fit in with the rest, it looked dull and rugged. The marks from blasters and vibroknives hadn't come from Jango's last battle. The complete lack of color in the paint wasn't just from a change of clan--it was from the loss of one (Jango could only imagine how dull his soulmate's armor must be, after the slaughter of the Haat'ade).

Had he set this off, somehow? Had whatever his soulmate saw of Jango's loss and enslavement made them spiral? Or reckless?

He'd heard stories, horrible stories, but he tried not to think too deeply on them.

Eventually, as Jango settled into a routine of bounty hunting and hitting at Death Watch when he could, his beskar'gam started to recover. The color was slow to come back, and never as bright as it had been, and there was never, ever orange again, but it was there. There were still frequest blaster marks, and the scoring of blades, and little pits and discolorations, but his soulmate was alive. Maybe not happy, but well enough. Surviving as Jango was surviving.

The beginnings of swirls of burgundy eating their way into Jango's paint are a shock. Of course soulmates can fall in love with other people, especially when they still hadn't found each other, but...he hadn't been prepared for that. He couldn't imagine loving anyone else than the other half of his soul.

When the burgundy was replaced by splotches of dutiful green, he felt guilty for how happy that made him and hoped that didn't show through to his soulmate. And then felt sick, wondering if the duty was to him, if his soulmate had seen how unsettled he was and gave up on someone they loved because they felt they had to for him.

After that, he did his best not to think about it, ready for the burgundy to seep back, waiting to do his best to not react.

Years later, he saw burns that didn't come from blasters or fire, that he remembered perfectly on the armor of his people as they were cut down--his soulmate had been struck by a lightsaber. They had, from the amount of burns and the marks of bruises and the bleeding of deep grey along the colors painted on it, been fighting someone with a lightsaber, had lost someone they cared about while doing it.

He'd known rage before, so many times, but it had never felt quite like this. The jetiise had taken his family and now they meant to take his soulmate?

Jango didn't even have to come up with a way to make them pay, it fell into his lap, the Manda clearly in favor of his vengeance. As much as he never wanted to work with Dooku, it would be worth it to destroy the jetiise.

It was easier to watch his armor on Kamino, with fewer distractions, but the Cuy'val Val all knew what every mark and change meant and couldn't help but tease him through some of it.

The soft pink of platonic love dashed across his chest made some of them coo and joke over how both he and his soulmate had decided to become buir around the same time.

That stayed, edging along the duty that many thought was Jango's color but was actually from his soulmate, and Jango was happy for it. They'd both lost so much and yet now they were building a family.

After ten years of watching his armor, of seeing injuries and illness, but the slow return of vibrancy to his soulmate's life, he was more than ready for his long-term contract to be done. He wanted to finally go out and search for his soulmate with Boba at his side.

On Coruscant, his armor seemed to hum against him, and he realized that his soulmate must be on the planet. This is where he could start his search, with the hope they lived there or visited frequently.

Which was why, when his armor started doing the same on Kamino, he was shocked. No one came to Kamino. Certainly there was no reason for anyone to come from Coruscant to Kamino other than himself.

...Or whoever might be tracking him.

Of all the things he was ready for when his soulmate arrived at his door (if it was a rival bounty hunter, he thought he would have already met them, and he couldn't fathom a member of Judicial coming this far out), it wasn't Jedi Knight Obi-Wan Kenobi.

One of the jetii that had tracked Zam.

But...what jetii was nearly killed by another person with a lightsaber? Except...there were others, weren't there?

They stared at each other and Jango had the sudden, panicked thought that he didn't know how the jetiise knew their soulmates. If they even did. There were species that had some vague mark as the only connection.

After Taun We left with Boba, they let the silence between them stretch.

Finally, Obi-Wan cleared his throat, running a hand through his damp hair. "That...that was your son, then? ...Boba?"

He tilted his head in consideration, he'd called him only "Bob'ika" and most aruetii didn't pick up on what that meant. "You knew?"

Obi-Wan nodded, glancing over him, then around the room, as if looking for something. "I...saw it. How happy you were when he was born."

That was...more than he'd expected. "You saw it?" The jetiise hadn't worn armor in centuries and they'd never placed the same emphasis on it.

Slowly, very slowly, Obi-Wan reached for his belt. "We have a saying--our lightsaber is our life. Technically, it's a reflection of our soul...." When he gripped the hilt, Jango couldn't stop from tensing, but Obi-Wan kept it pointed away as he lit it--the blade seemed to flicker between colors, blue-white-orange-blue and back, the shape not quite the sleek, defined line Jango was used to seeing.

He had hid his armor, but now he inched around Obi-Wan to the closest that it was sitting in, picking up a vambrace and holding it up--his silver and blues, mostly, but along the wrist were Obi-Wan's soft pink and emerald green, mixed now with the slightest, disturbing hints of building grey.

His heart clenched, wondering what Obi-Wan saw in the lightsaber blade that would make him grieve. Even as determination filled him, he saw it steady, saw the flickering slow.

"Did I...make it hard for you? To fight?" The marks on his armor had always been more superficial damage than anything.

Obi-Wan shook his head, then paused, as if catching himself in an automatic denial. "There were times when...well, for those without soulmates, a red blade is only for the Sith." He gave a wry smile. "I was 13 the first time mine turned red." And then his face smoothed out into something sad, but understanding. "Red is...anger, and fear."

He grit his teeth, knowing he'd felt both of those more than enough that it might have caused problems for a jetii, with their dislike of the darjetiise. A Mandalorian was never judged by their soul colors, Obi-Wan could have never felt anything that would shame him.

The blade dimmed, the colors fading closer to transparent, and Obi-Wan frowned, hurriedly turning it off and tucking it back. "Sorry, I...didn't mean to disturb you."

"You didn't." He wanted to say Obi-Wan couldn't, but he already had.

"What happens now?"

"I'm investigating attempts against a Senator." He narrowed his eyes at Jango. "If I could find that information out quickly and report back to the Order the results, I could...delay returning, for a little while."

But, Jango knew, he'd almost certainly report the clones, as well, and then what? Would they realize why he'd helped create this army? Would they separate the two of them?

"Stay the night, let us get to know one another, and I'll tell you who hired me in the morning." Give him time to plan, he pleaded to the Manda, give him a night to decide how to keep his soulmate.

Obi-Wan hesitated and Jango was very glad the lightsaber had been put away, not sure what it would look like.

"...Alright. My investigation has gone faster than it could have, already." He stepped closer, fingers gently tracing across the piece of Jango's beskar'gam he still held, as if well aware how sacred it was to a Mandalorian. "...And I'd like the chance to get to know you, too."

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A/N: This came about from soulmate AU discussions on my discord.

I've made up some of the colors and meanings.

One thing that's always kind of nice about Kenfetti fics like this is if you stick to a mostly canon timeline, there's a set way for them to meet that's just very neat and contained haha

#character: jango fett #character: obi wan kenobi #ship: kenfetti #verse: soulmate #theme: mandalorian culture #theme: slowish burn

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yennefer-stark · 4 years

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The time was night, the date was wednesday and it was cold and dark because the winter is approached. The lamps in the street gave to the road a dim-lit light as well as the sidewalk. She walked directly to the bridge, and no, she doesnt wanted to commit suicide, she just wanted to be alone, sang out her sadness in the night.

"Everyone got their soulmate... Tony got Pepper, Thor has Jane, Clint already had a family and two kid, Natasha and Bruce are a couple... Hell even Steve with Bucky"

She thought that and started to sing:

Can you hear the silence?

Can you see the dark?

Can you fix the broken?

Can you feel my heart?

I'm scared to get close and I hate being alone.

I long for that feeling to not feel at all.

The higher I get, the lower I'll sink.

I can't drown my demons, they know how to swim.

Can you feel my heart?

Can you feel...?

Her beautyful voice slowly closed, a knot grew in her throat as she started to sob, then cry. She felt nothing but darkness and being alone, while she was the heart of her team. The fact and happy memories didnt helped. But remembered when Steve laughed in the joke, remembered when Tony gave her a compliment about her progress, the training in the gym with Nat, sometimes with Bucky or Steve, even the archery competition with Clint. Her brain closed out those memories and forced her to not let inside. On the other hand... a tall, slim figure watched her. He has got long black hair, a pair of mesmerizing emerald green eyes, sharp features wich was particularly attractive, pale skin and mysterious aura. He hid in the shadow, just like he did in his childhood. He understood her pain, what's more, he felt the same. Being lonlely and left behind. To be honest, the girl would gave everything for a hug and being in a comfy place... Between someone's arm.

-Yes. I can feel it. Why are you here in those times? It's dark, dangerous and you dont know how many serial killer around you. You should go home.

-I dont think that two killer would've such a good talk like us.

Said the girl without looking back. She wasnt scared, she was still sad. The man, however was suprised from the answer.

-In fact, I'd be happy if you'd kill me right here.

-Why would I? I mean I'm not going to kill you.

-Then why are you here? Why dont you leave me alone? You know what? You're right... I'm going home and put on my "nothing happened me, i'm perfectly fine" mask.

Then without a single word, she vanished from the bridge back to the Avengers Tower, where ofc everyone was happy. Well, almost. While our girl was in her room, deep in her thoughts, the black haired man stormed through rooms, used the elevator until he found his brother. He knocked on the door, with a bit of nervousness. Soon, a tall, muscular, bearded blonde man opened the door. His face immediately light up btw. He loved his not so little brother.

-Where you've been Loki?

-None of your business brother.

-Then why are you energised? You always nap and brood in silence. Something has changed I can tell.

-Whatever. How can someone make a sad person happy?

-Someone wants make you happy, or you are the one who doesnt want to commit a crime?

-This time, the second one brother.

Loki quckly arranged his face before Thor could've figured out what caused the change in him. He really hoped that the girl told the truth to him, but doesnt thought that she's inside the Tower like he or everyone.

-Well... Kind words helps most of the time.

-Geez, she wanted to die, by my hands. BY MY HANDS! Shes even more depressed than me brother.

-How she looked out?

-Well, she was at my chest height, or at least i think, she sat on the ground, and i'm not a cat, I cant see in the dark... Btw she had dark hair, maybe brown or black, waist lenght, straight. Her voice was.... Truly beautyful, even when it broke and started to cry.

-Hmm... Looks like you met with Valr. Oh brother, if you really want to know her better, it might be a big bite for you. She only talks when someone ask something from her, and I've never seen or heard her laughing. Most of the time she is in the library, gym or in her room when she isnt on a mission, out here with us. But to be honest, it could be anyone. I wish you good luck, if you really saw Valr... She's a worthy warrior.

-One more question before Ieave. Does she used to attend at dinner?

Thor nodded as an answer for the question, then closed the door after Loki, who teleported to the library. He found it empity tho. But at the other hand, Valr successfully picked herself up from the floor and walked to the common kitchen. She sighed in relief, she was alone, but not for a long time. As the time passed, the table was ready for the dinner. A whole set of plates, forks and knifes with table napkins. As the clock hit 7:30pm, the rest of the team slowly started to attend here and fill the room with energy and happines... The first, and most hungriest person was Bucky, then Steve, after them Natasha and Bruce. Thor followed them with Loki who seemed distant from the others. Clint arrived before the two god. As usual, Tony didnt showed up.

-Ah, Lady Valr, take a seat and eath with us.

-Thanks Thor, but I'm not hungry. I already ate and now I'm full.

-At least, stay with us and drink Val'.

-This cant cause any problem I guess.

The god of mischief immediately looked at Valr from the corner of his eye, when she lied to Thor without batting an eye. He already liked her, and planned to give her leftover food. Somehow he felt what the girl felt. The hardness of keeping the mask on... He greeted as an old friend. Sadness, even depression? Those kind of feelings too, but he played along with Valr. After they finished the dinner Steve stayed in the kitchen with Bucky to do the dishes and everyone went to their room. Except Loki, who kept an eye on her and sneaked up some food for her. He knocked on the door.

-Yes? It's open.

-Thank god it's open, I brought food for you Lady Valr.

-Why? I said I'm not hungry.

But Loki just smirked under his nonexistent mustache and placed the plate on the table. He found her reaction rather funny...

-Honey, you can not lie to the god of mischief.

-Great. Thanks for the food, you can go away and leave me alone. I dont need anyone in my life.

-Really? Then why are you scared to get close and hate being alone?

-I said, you can go away and leave me alone. Are you deaf or what?

-Slow down Lady Valr, there isnt such a reason to behave so mean, but as you wish. I leave you alone now, but I'll keep an eye on you.

-This is what I missed... I dont need baby sitting.

-Have a goodnight, Lady Valr.

If she could have a good night, she'd have a dream, but the next day's morning she went on a mission with Bucky. So she woke up at 5am, streched a bit, then had her regular morning routine before grabbed the suitcase and went to the kitchen, where Bucky waited for her. The smell of coffe enchanted a smile to her lips. The man with the metal hand greeted with a nod, and offered her a cup of coffe. Luckily he knew how Valr likes the caffeined black-ish liquid.

-I cant believe you are in this mission, I know how much do you hate Russia.

-Yes, but you cant dance with Nat, and noone else can speak fluent russian beside me. Do you have that magic tho?

-Poof. It will last while we're close to each other. Maybe one mile... I didnt need to use this spell until then.

-Wow. You amaze me every time Valr.

-Now let's go, I'm sure Tony already booked a flight to Moscow...

They boarded the plane and sat in silence after they talked through the plan. Bucky, who could never escape fully from the past, started to analyze Valr, but it was hard, even for him.

-З-здравствуйте...меня зовут...Valr...

-The hell did you just said?

Bucky never heard Valr talking in Russian so perfectly. She said those words without any accent, and he almost answered in the same language.

-Just one of thies things I can say in Russian.

-Well, it was perfect, but let me talk in Russian. Not because I love it, but 70 years experience from missions is still experience... Oh god, I already miss him...

-If you show feelings towards him, we might be caught. Steve still wanted for the underground, secret organizations in Russia. I know, you're gay for him and he's bi, but we need to play that we're a couple.

As the days passed by, Valr and Bucky grew closer to each other, talked about how they got captured/kidnapped and used to achieve bad goals. Not that fact they were so distant from each other, but they were the two person out of the Avengers... who were the quietest. As the day approached, they practiced a little dancing. You need know that the thing they search for, can be found in a Ball, wich held and organised secretly by Hydra. Extremely evil, right? But they had allies in the shadows and under the sun... When the day has arrived, you could cut the nervousness in the air with butterknife. Now, Valr understood why Bucky doesnt like to take a walk at daytime, unless he did it with Steve, his safe-place.

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Part one

I hope you liked it if you tripped over it...

@winterbuckytho @itsbuckyb1tch @i-smell-penniess

#the avengers #steve rogers #james barnes #mission #loki #tony stark #thor #fantasy

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spacevivorarch · 4 years

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THE VAMPIRE DIARIES VERSE — IF THE MONSTER ALWAYS DIES AT THE END OF THE BOOK, WHY AM I STILL ALIVE?

valkyrie astrid sloane was born into a coven of witches called the arcadia coven. their magic was a gift from the first gods. their traditions, their beliefs, the way they lived wasn’t the same as the modern world. they relied on their magic for everything, and their magic was different. the arcadia coven had an elemental magic, a magic more powerful than can be comprehended by modern witches. it is a magic that requires a sacrifice. every few years, a witch would be born into the coven, but they would be a witch like no other. instead of being a provider, a nurturer like most arcadia witches, this child would be a leecher, a siphoner, sucking power from other witches because the gods were not kind enough to give them their own, these witches would drain the life force, along with the magic, from every living thing. and, whenever one is born into the coven, they must be returned to the gods. these witches are evil. they are stains. they are monsters.

valkyrie astrid sloane was born a siphoner. when her parents discovered this, they ran from their coven. they wanted to keep their daughter, not sacrifice her. but, just because they left, doesn’t mean they were allowed to leave. especially not with valkyrie, who needed to be sacrificed so that the witches of the arcadia coven could keep their magic. it was the only way that they could.

the first few years of valkyrie’s childhood were happy. she never really understood why her family was always moving around so much, never staying in one town for more than a couple of months, and she didn’t understand why, sometimes, when she touched her parents, they would struggle for air and start to turn a sickly grey. she was only five years old when they had to sit her down and have “the talk.” from that moment on, chaos seemed to descend on the sloane family.

since a siphoner is born and sacrificed every five years, it had now been ten years since the arcadia coven had paid their due to their gods, and so their magic was starting to run out. it hit valkyrie’s parents hard, one week they were fine, and two weeks later, they had no magic to speak of. which was a problem, and not just because the arcadia coven was hunting them more ferociously than ever so they could get their magic back, but also because revna and leif slone relied on magic for everything. without it, the three of them were now on the run and homeless, living in a tiny, beat up car that smelled like feet and onions. valkyrie tried not to complain, though. she knew that, technically, all of this was her fault, even if her parents insisted otherwise.

when valkyrie turned elven, the arcadia coven caught up with her family, and the ensuing fight was deadly. val’s mom told her to run and hide, that they would come find her when they could, but, even at such a young age, she knew she couldn’t leave her parents to fight this fight alone. valkyrie siphoned the life from four of the hunters before the rest of them made the smart decision to run away and regroup. but not before they took one last shot at revna. they killed her.

grief - stricken over the loss of his soulmate, leif took valkyrie and returned to the village that the arcadia coven built. he was so consumed with rage, that he attacked the coven’s leader. he had no chance. even valkyrie knew that, and she begged him not to go, not to do it. she begged him not to leave her. but leif felt like he had to avenge his wife’s death. he didn’t get the chance to, however. he was killed mere minutes after he stepped foot in the village. he failed his mission, and he failed his daughter, who was now alone, an orphan, near a village that wanted her dead.

valkyrie ran as far and as fast as she could. she lived on the streets. she slept in alleyways and forests and abandoned buildings. for the next few years, her life was hell. the only bright spot in an otherwise dark and dreary existence was her new best friends. one day, when she was searching through dumpsters for something to eat, she found a garbage bag with two tiny puppies inside. they were so small, so frail, she was sure that they would die. but they didn’t. they were strong. they were survivors. just like her. she named them thor and ingrid. they were her family.

she was fourteen when she started planning avenging the deaths of her mother and father. she would pick up her father’s mission, and valkyrie swore that she would succeed where he had failed. two years later, after spending those two years learning how to properly siphon magic from nature and the dead, valkyrie stormed the acadia coven’s village. literally. and she killed them all, every man, woman, and child. she saved the leader for last, and she made that horrid woman beg for mercy. she told her that her old gods were dead, and she had taken over their kingdom.

she was a little lost for a couple of years after that. she had done what she had to do, she had gotten justice for her parents, and now. . . what? she fell into a spiralling depression when the realization of what she’d done finally hit her. she killed so many people, taken so many lives like they were nothing. she became a god, and she was not a merciful one, a kind one.

#✨ v. if the monster always dies at the end of the book‚ why am i still alive? » verses.#✨ a princess should be built of stars and suns and forevers. » about.#this is longer than val's actual bio rip me

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artificialqueens · 5 years

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Locked out of Heaven: Chapter One (Naomi x Valentina) ~ Goldingings

a/n: i was experimenting with pairings and originally wrote a oneshot, but why not write a fic as well? this fic will probably end up being a multi but it’ll mainly be Naomi x Valentina (Valomi?) anyways I hope y'all enjoy it!

story summary: in a world where you’re assigned a soulmate, Valentina begins to worry when she still hasn’t found hers at 23, but her life as she knew it got flipped when she moved to New York, discovering her soulmate was a certain supermodel in the making.

chapter summary: after an argument with one of her best friends, Valentina drags Shea off to New York instead in a search to find her soulmate, but is extremely surprised when an unfamiliar name becomes tattooed onto her wrist.

word count: ?

“trin come on! it’s not that crazy,” val begged her best friend as she was scrolling down her instagram feed. “you know how much this means to me,” she continued as trinity hadn’t even looked up, “You’ve said yourself you wanted to get out of here, and this is the perfect opportunity!” Trinity was trying her best to ignore Valentina, this has become a regular occurrence. “Ugh you don’t get it,” Val said getting up from her seat and walked to the other side of the room. Trinity finally put her phone down, to just to deal with her best friend. “What don’t I understand?” She asked as Val sighed. “I haven’t found my soulmate yet and I’m 23! Everyone else here seems to have found there’s and it’s not fair! You don’t know how badly I want this, I don’t want to die alone and I need to get out of those town, you’ve said yourself this place bores you-” Val rambled as Trinity interrupted. “I can’t just drop everything and leave though! I have my career, Manila, my other way friends here, you’re not the most important thing in my life, I want to leave, in my own time, with Manila, when it’s right.” Trinity raised her voice at Valentina, who was now just scowling. “Go Bug Shea about it, you know she’s more likely to say yes than I am,” trinity said picking her phone up again, and carried on scrolling through her social medias. “Fine!” Valentina huffed before picking up her bag and stomping to the door. “But if you don’t see me again, you know I’ll be in New York,” Valentina almost hissed as she slammed the door shut and pulled her phone out of her bag.

She stormed off to her car and got in it. At that moment she had never been more annoyed at Trinity, and she didn’t care how much she was acting like a brat, but truthfully she was becoming increasingly bored of LA, and she became increasingly worried of the possibility her soulmate wasn’t there. Being alone had been one of her biggest fears since she was a child, and she felt the longer she said, the more of a possibility her dreaded fears would come true.

As quickly as she could, she dialled Shea’s number and instantly put the phone on speaker as she began to start the engine. “Fucking pick up Shea,” Valentina whispered as the phone rang once, twice, then once again. At the 6th ring, Shea picked up and answered. “You ok girl-” Shea asked as Val cut her off. “I’m coming over to pick you up in an hour, regardless of your answer to what I’m about to ask,” Val huffed as Shea tried to form a sentence on the other side of the phone. “Wanna go to New York?” Val beamed as Shea audibly gasped. “Val we can’t just leave-” Shea remarked as Val groaned. “We can, and we’re going to, as one of my best friends you’re coming with me,” Val announced as Shea gave up trying to reason with her, she knew it was no use. “Well I guess I haven’t found my soulmate either,” Shea sighed as Val let out a quiet scream from her excitement. “I’ll see you in an hour,” Valentina exclaimed excitedly as she hung up on Shea.

Neither of them had anything to lose, which is why Valentina arguably preferred Shea at that moment. Shea usually thought things through but had always been a bit of a wild card, especially when it came to big decisions, so this would be no surprise to anyone. Shea was a few years older than Val, she was 25 and still hadn’t found her soulmate, which had worried her slightly but she had just accepted that she’d be alone. She had always loved traveling, so Valentina calling her deciding that they were moving to New York was arguably the thing she needed, but she would never admit that in front of her.

Valentina ran up from her car all the way to her apartment, she hadn’t planned this through, who was going to stay in her apartment when she was gone? when would she come back? if she even came back? Val didn’t know the answers to those questions and was too excited to even think about the logistical things with her plan. She grabbed the biggest suitcase she could find and started pilling up clothes and other belongings as quickly as she could, she didn’t think she’d ever been more excited for something in her life.

After a while she finished packing and zipped up her suitcase, she wasn’t taking a lot compared to what she would normally take, but she knew she wouldn’t fit anything else in her car, especially since she’s was joining her. She walked out of her bedroom door and into her living room one last time. She looked out of her window and out towards the skyline, it was possibly the last time she’d see that view. “Don’t worry Valentina, you’ll be ok,” she thought to herself as she picked up her keys and walked towards the door. She turned around and looked upon the apartment one last time, before leaving her home without looking back.

#rpdr fanfiction #naomi smalls #valentina #naomi x valentina #shea coulee #trinity taylor #lesbian au #goldingings #locked out of heaven #submission #as4 #rare pair

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butterfly-619 · 5 years

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Recoding

TW; Dead Dove,: do not eat (if you do not know what that is, PLEASE go through this link first)

Thank you so much @sleepyfan-blog for helping me rename this this fic and being the first one to to read this for my sake!

Part 1

~Violet~

I search frantically for our youngest sister, worried that [Ų̷̗̀͑̐N̷̢̩̳͈̱̅̄̓͗R̷̝̫̹̒͌Ę̵͇͕͉̱̌̄Q̴͖͇̳͔̉̉̐͜Ụ̶̢̇̃I̸̝̙͠T̸̮͕̞̝̄͆Ë̶̡̱̗̘̘͆͘Ḏ̷̛̻͔͉͊] may have gotten her. I shudder as I recall our last encounter with him. Delilah wouldn’t leave Amber’s side for months after that. Not that I blame her in any way. Spaz wasn’t too happy about his newest successor being traumatized by his enemy but he needs to stop being so petty and pushing my sister to continue training. The asshole. Thankfully, Ato and Valerie have been extremely helpful with Delilah’s emotions. But it’s also highly possible that the two are just assisting in her healing because Val was once his captive. Her scars on her neck and wrists are plenty enough to prove that. Ato hates letting others see xeir soulmate’s scars. Delilah was probably the only other one who’s seen more than what Valerie’s extra large hoodie and jeans show. I run into Spaz, panicking more. “Have you found her yet?!” He just shakes his head [Ų̷̗̀͑̐N̷̢̩̳͈̱̅̄̓͗R̷̝̫̹̒͌Ę̵͇͕͉̱̌̄Q̴͖͇̳͔̉̉̐͜Ụ̶̢̇̃I̸̝̙͠T̸̮͕̞̝̄͆Ë̶̡̱̗̘̘͆͘Ḏ̷̛̻͔͉͊] even locked us out of his domain. Why would he want her? It makes no sense. She’s the weakest out of you fi-” I slap Spaz as hard as I can, making a pretty nasty bruise on the skeleton. “Don’t you dare call Penelope weak! She has just as much potential as the rest of us!” “Then why don’t you let her fight?” I step back, not expecting those words from the one who trains us then growls. “How DARE you question that?! She’s the youngest! My biggest responsibility! I promised father that she’d be safe! Now stop fucking around and let’s find her!” I storm off, going to a different AU that we haven’t checked.

Oh, Penelope, where are you?

~Amber~

I comfort my sister in my room, rubbing small circles on her back while singing a soft song. “Please won’t you catch a shooting star for me, and take it with you on your way..” It was one of her favorites so hopefully it would help her more than the others I previously sang. “After all our stories have been told.. I’ll sit and think of you, a good friend I once knew. Shot through my life like a shooting star..” I almost gasped, not expecting her to sing along. Was this a good sign..? I hope so. We swayed to the unspoken tempo of the soft song as we sang together. “You are so near, and soon your be so far. Shot through my life like a shooting star.” We finished the song and I quickly moved to a new one, “Moon on the meadow, bugs in our ears. Smoke in our eyes, wet wood and tears. Out on the meadow, water somewhere. We were the only ones there…” Delilah didn’t sing along to this one… As I continued the song, I noticed how Delilah was beginning to cry. “White snow top peaks, finding the love that everyone seeks. People in cities don’t understand, falling in love with the land…” I flinch at the word love, remembering Delilah’s… Past Event With Love Not pretty but I’m glad she’s safe. “With you my friend I am there.” I stopped singing after the song was over and lifted Delilah’s head gently, making her look at me. “Hey, Del. It’s gonna be okay. I promise. We’ll find Penny.” All she did was nod, eyes void of any emotion. Even the signature stars in her eyes were gone. Replaced by hazed grey circles. Not a good sign

“We’re never gonna find her. [Ų̷̗̀͑̐N̷̢̩̳͈̱̅̄̓͗R̷̝̫̹̒͌Ę̵͇͕͉̱̌̄Q̴͖͇̳͔̉̉̐͜Ụ̶̢̇̃I̸̝̙͠T̸̮͕̞̝̄͆Ë̶̡̱̗̘̘͆͘Ḏ̷̛̻͔͉͊] wouldn’t allow it.”

~Penelope~

I giggle as I chase around my brother. “It’s not f4ir! You h4ve so much more st4min4 th4n me! 4ll you let me do is sit 4round and make me idly w4it for you to come home! When 4re you gon4a fin4lly tell me your job?” My brother stopped in his tracks, freezing. He let out a slow breath before answering. “0nc3 w3 4w4k3n y9ur pw3r2. 1 pr0m123. 4nd t)(3n y0u c4n w0rk b321d3 m3!” I grin, eager to finally get out of this stupid place. It’s so bland! “Ok4y! I’ll work my h4rdest!” Bro whipped his head around, going in a fighting position before looking at me and signaling to get behind him. “Bro..?” He shushed me as this weird skeleton looking blob came out. Bro growled at the blob and summoned his magic. “0v3rc42t, 1’v3 4lr34dy t0ld y0u t)(4t y0u 4r3 n0t w3lc0m3 1n my r34lm. G3t. 0ut.” I shake behind bro, never seeing this much anger from him. All ‘Overcast’ does is chuckle darkly, sending shivers through my body. This new person wasn’t good news to either of us. I knew that for sure. “Really,[Ų̷̗̀͑̐N̷̢̩̳͈̱̅̄̓͗R̷̝̫̹̒͌Ę̵͇͕͉̱̌̄Q̴͖͇̳͔̉̉̐͜Ụ̶̢̇̃I̸̝̙͠T̸̮͕̞̝̄͆Ë̶̡̱̗̘̘͆͘Ḏ̷̛̻͔͉͊]? Hiding one of the sisters? Protecting her? You know that I will forever know everything about them. And we both know why.” Sisters? I have more than one sibling? At least one sister? “Bro.. wh4t does he mean by sister?” Brother snarled at Overcast and threw him out, jumping into the portal as well. The last thing I heard was wails of anguish.

Brother and I aren’t alone?

~Emma~

Staring at the stars from the cliff I chose, I quietly sang a song to myself as I cried. “Out of my window looking in the night, I can see the barge’s flickering light. Silently flows the river to the sea. And the barges, too, go silently.” I took off the scarf that I loved so dearly. It was given to me before we were forced to live in this multiverse, forever unable to go home. Father never told us who gave him and Dad the ability to have us. Spaz said he didn’t… so who was it? Who cursed me to live a life I never wanted?

“How my heart longs to sail away with you, as you sail across the ocean blue. But I must sit beside my window dear, and watch you sail away from here..”

Who made us and forced us to fight in a battle that created us?

~?????~

I watched the sisters through a one sided portal, quietly crying in my home. What have I done? Their parents only wanted to create a family. I didn’t intend to force them to live here or to make their lives so difficult. I thought I was doing the right thing… But clearly I wasn’t. I was blinded by how much they so deeply loved each other. Even if their world wouldn’t allow it. Especially in how highly ranked they both were in the war they were in, much less that time period..

But why does seeing them fight and suffer every day make me so proud?

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