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||The Thread of Fate|| Part Fourteen

Summary: Soulmate AU. They say the Thread of Fate connects you to your one true love. It may tangle. It may stretch. But it will never break. Wrapped around your little finger it tightens when it feels your soulmate is close and loosens when they are far. And becomes visible with the colors of your soulmate’s Nation when you finally fall in love with them.

Pairing: Zuko x OroraOC (ATLA)

Rating || Genres || Warnings: T+ Romance. Adventure.

Previous Chapters - Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten, Part Eleven, Part Twelve, Part Thirteen

A/N: I LOVED writing this chapter! That's it. That's all I'm gonna say! Enjoy my lovelies!!!! Eeeeeepppppppppp!!!!!!

"I was saving that peach for this morning."

"Then you should've told me last night. How was I supposed to know it was yours?"

"Because I didn't eat mine last night. You were right there when I put it away."

"For all I know, you didn't want to eat it."

"Who in their right minds wouldn't eat a peach?! Its the best fruit there is!"

"Which is why I ate it!"

And so the argument continued, words flying back and forth across the breakfast table. Iroh sipped his tea contentedly, enjoying the warmth of the beverage. The little argument didn't bother him, really it would bother him if Orora and Zuko weren't arguing first thing in the morning.

Thinking that perhaps he should step in, lest Orora freeze Zuko for the rest of the day, and she would do that, Iroh cleared his throat, catching both their attention. "I believe you owe Orora a peach Zuko." He stated calmly, prompting his pupil to shoot a smug smirk in the scowling Prince's direction.

"She can get one herself." He grumbled, standing up. Orora pursed her lips in annoyance, but chose to remain quiet. She wouldn't be letting it go that easily, but for now, they were already getting late for work.

Best to pick up on it later.

Iroh couldn't help but chuckle at the look of intense concentration on Orora's face. He knew exactly what she was planning, he just hoped her revenge, should she choose to seek it out, which she would, wouldn't make Zuko too annoyed.

Then again, it was rather nice to see Zuko display emotions other then anger, anguish and hopelessness. For too long he had watched his nephew despair over the loss of his home and his honor. But ever since Orora came into their lives, Iroh had seen significant change. One that made him realize that perhaps the boy Zuko had been before he was banished, was still somewhere inside him.

And as they stepped into the teashop to begin work for the day, he caught his nephew shoving a peach into Orora's hand before stalking off to look for his apron. His young pupil stood still for a few moments, eyes darting from the fruit to the door where Zuko had disappeared.

Finally, she rolled her eyes, a gentle smile playing about her lips. Slipping the peach into her pocket, she began her tasks for the day.

Iroh shook his head, smiling to himself. It was obvious how the both of them cared for one another, and yet neither were willing to take the next step. Perhaps because of their views, views that had been thrust upon them by the world.

A Fire Nation Royal, and a Water Tribe Noblewoman.

A love that was never meant to be.

Huffing to himself, Iroh began to go over the many many teas he had stored on the shelf behind the counter.

He had allowed them both the dignity of working everything out themselves, but if they were going to be too stubborn about their nonsensical views, he would have to step in.

They were far better together then they were apart, he had seen and experienced it firsthand.

Perhaps an opportunity would arrive soon, that would help push both teenagers together.

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She stared at the peach in her hand.

It was rather strange how something as insignificant as a piece of fruit held so much meaning. And all because Zuko had given it to her.

Granted he had done so because his Uncle had told him he owed her one, but, lately, Orora had begun to realize that even though his Uncle was the one to advise Zuko on something, the act being carried out was something he did out of choice, and not necessity.

She was on her break at the moment, sitting in the back of the tea shop, looking over at the peach as if she were seeing it for the first time. Taking a bite of the fruit, she smiled at the sweet taste that burst across her tongue the moment she split the skin with her teeth.

Staring listlessly at the wall across from her, her mind wandered to the dinner they had a few nights ago. She still couldn't believe her and Zuko had managed to pull it off without any major mishap. They had actually been smiling at one another by the end of the night. And there was also the fact that she heard him laugh for the first time since they had met.

She had come to that realization late at night. It was shocking enough that she had laid there in silent surprise for a good few minutes before it sank in completely. It was sad how Zuko didn't allow himself to be happy. He didn't smile often either.

If eating spicy food and reacting to it got a sincere laugh out of him then she would probably do it again.

Orora shook her head as she took the last bite of her peach. The past couple of days, she had been seriously contemplating on Zuko being her soulmate. Here in Ba Sing Se, so far away from the horrors of war and the danger that had plagued them, she had to admit it was easy to dismiss all that was going on beyond the Walls and build a new life.

Maybe

Maybe having Zuko as a soulmate wasn't such a bad thing.

He did look out for her, she mused as she stood to wash her hands in the sink. Whenever she would go out in the city he would follow her. At first it had been a little annoying, but seeing him actually be sincere about the task had softened her heart. And though she knew she could take care of herself, should the need arise, it was comforting to know that there was someone watching out for her.

And then there were the little gestures he had been acting on every now and then. She usually slept late, wanting to get a bit of practice in before heading to bed. Besides, as a waterbender, her abilities were much stronger at night under the light of the moon. Sometimes she would practice for so long that she would barely have the strength to stumble to her bed roll, let alone pull the blanket over her. She would wake the next morning with the blanket covering her, and she knew it had been him.

How?

Because her string had tugged a little during the night and despite being asleep she had felt it.

He would always wait by the door before they left to ensure she walked between him and Iroh during their short trek to the tea shop. And when it was time to go home, he would be at the door once more, walking a pace behind her.

Zuko probably thought she didn't notice. But she did.

She noticed everything about him.

How, despite the cold exterior he tried to maintain, he actually had a kind heart. One that had hid from the rest of the world because he had had his face burned for showing that empathy for someone else.

Looking down at her hands, Orora suddenly realized she had actually washed the peach pit. Smiling softly, the girl couldn't help but shake her head as she recalled how Zuko had avoided her eye when handing her the fruit.

And for some unknown reason, one that certainly had nothing to do with sentimentality, she slipped the little peach pit in the pocket of her trouser.

The moment she did, her string flickered with color, and remained a deep red for a good few minutes.

All the while she stared at it, a warmth spreading through her entire body.

And if she blushed when Zuko walked in a few moments later, she simply walked past him, head held high, and eyes aglow with the realization that, perhaps, her feelings for him were beginning to grow stronger.

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Warm amber gold eyes followed Orora as she walked back to the front of the shop. Once her break ended, his began, and Zuko was dying to eat something and get off his feet.

Honestly, serving tea all day, taking orders, washing dishes and stocking new product was as taxing as firebending. As someone who hadn't had a job his whole life, it was an eye-opener for him that people did all this and much more, just so they had a hot meal and a roof over their head.

Moving to where their daily lunch was, he picked up his bowl and settled onto his chair as he began to eat.

His eyes flickered to the two bowls that were still full of food, and he frowned. Orora hadn't eaten. She would likely be starving when they got back home. He needed a reminder to tell her off when it came to skipping her lunch. She did that often, he noticed, not eat because she didn't feel like it. If she kept doing that, she was surely going to get sick.

Letting out an annoyed huff he took a big bite of the stew he was eating, chewing almost aggressively. It was a little annoying at times, how much the thought of Orora occupied his mind. It was beginning to get rather tedious, if he were honest with himself, trying not to think of her.

But the surprising revelation about it? Was that he didn't actually mind thinking about her.

It was strange. For so long all that had occupied his mind was capturing the Avatar and getting back home. But now that was something that seemed as impossible to achieve as seeing a live dragon.

But what did seem possible? Was living a quiet life as a refugee. During the 100 year war, no Fire Nation army had been able to penetrate the walls of Ba Sing Se. So there was no chance of the city coming under the Fire Nation's control.

Maybe Uncle was right?

Maybe it was time to stop looking to the past and look towards the future.

A future with his Uncle at his side, someone who genuinely loved him.

And Orora. A future with Orora.

Would it ever happen, he wandered, playing with the last few pieces of meat that were at the very bottom of his bowl. He saw her as a friend now, and he was content with just that.

After all, he sighed in slight defeat, leaving the rest of his stew as he moved to the front of the tea shop again.

Soulmate or no, who could ever accept him?

A scarred, banished prince, with nothing but his title to remind him of who he had been.

Nothing more.

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The new boxes of teas had arrived, and Iroh had eagerly opened them up to begin stacking them in the appropriate shelves. Climbing up the ladder, he lowered his hand down where Orora began to hand him the boxes one by one.

It had been a relatively slow day, so most of the chores they would normally do after the shop had closed were nearly completed now. Orora was honestly looking forward to going home early. It had been a busy few days, and she would also be going to Lake Laogai to practice a little of her bending soon.

A little lost in her daydream of practicing in a large body of water, she very nearly missed Zuko approaching the both of them.

"Uncle, we have a problem." His voice sounded urgent, prompting Orora to turn and look at him, while Iroh descended from the ladder.

"One of the customers is on to us." Zuko stated through slightly gritted teeth. Orora looked around the tea shop, and not finding anyone that would look remotely threatening rolled her eyes at Zuko. "You're being paranoid Zuko." She stated in a low voice, before moving to arrange a few more tea boxes in one of the lower shelves. Zuko threw a scowl in her direction before continuing to address his Uncle.

"Don't look now but there is a girl over there at the corner table. She knows we're Fire Nation." Iroh turned around to look at the girl, but was quickly pulled back by Zuko, who growled at him. "Didn't I say don't look?!"

"She's harmless Zuko. She's been coming in for days now. Always orders the Jasmine." Orora stated, not at all bothered by his accusations. Their main concern had been Jet, and he was already dealt with, so no reason to go around stirring up trouble. And she was aware how much Zuko loved to get in trouble for no reason.

Iroh had managed to see the girl, and having seen the girl before as well, he had also noticed how she would often watch his nephew as he worked around the shop. He tried his best not to let his glee show as he spoke. "You're right, Zuko. I've seen that girl in here quite a lot." He nudged his nephew in the stomach playfully. "Seems to me she has quite a little crush on you."

The reactions he had been hoping for were instant. Zuko blinked in astonishment at his suggestion, his brain unable to comprehend that anyone, let alone a pretty girl, would have a crush on him. Orora had dropped the box she had been setting, and turned to stare wide-eyed at her teacher and soulmate.

"What?" They both all but squawked out, prompting Iroh to let out a chuckle.

As if realizing what had just come out of her mouth, Orora quickly turned her attention back to her task, though not before she caught the look of surprise Zuko threw her way. Obviously he had seen her reaction. Though nothing could be said on the matter at present, since the girl came up to the counter. "Thank you for the tea." She said, a smile on her lips as she placed a few coins on the table, which Zuko picked up to put in the money box. "What's your name?" She continued, prompting Iroh to smile slightly.

Turning back around, Zuko spoke. "My name's Lee. We just moved here." He added, gesturing to both his Uncle and Orora, the latter of whom was still rather busy with stacking boxes, however she was more then aware of the conversation happening behind her.

"Hi Lee, my name's Jin." The girl introduced herself. "And......well, I was wondering if you would like to go out sometime." Zuko was stunned, for lack of a better word, staring at Jin as if she had suddenly grown an extra limb or something. Iroh, not wanting such a golden opportunity to go to waste quickly stepped forward.

"He'd love to!" He exclaimed loudly, behind him Orora glanced at Zuko out of the corner of her eyes, trying to see how he had reacted to being asked out by such a pretty girl.

"Great." Jin exclaimed, sounding delighted. "I'll meet you in front of the shop at sundown." And just as suddenly she had appeared, Jin walked away. A large smile on his lips Iroh threw an arm around Zuko's shoulders, who finally broke out of his bewildered state to glare at his Uncle.

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"I'm not going."

The deceleration came as no surprise. As soon as Jin had walked out of earshot, Zuko had been quick to turn to his Uncle and state what was on his mind. Orora, not wanting to hear the rest of the conversation, moved to the back of the shop to finish doing whatever cups were left.

She knew Iroh wouldn't let Zuko back out, not when it meant making someone sad, so it was better to not be a part of that conversation.

Besides, she needed a little alone time to figure out why she had reacted the way she did just then a few minutes ago. Bending some clean water she splashed her face with it, allowing the coolness of it to calm and relax her a little. Maybe she should spend the evening on the roof. There was bound to be a moon out, and she just needed to bask in it's silvery glow. That always helped ground her.

But first, something to eat.

She moved to where her bowl of broth was still waiting for her. It was cold now, but she barely noticed as she caught snippets of conversations from beyond the open door.

Finally, Zuko appeared. He began pacing, grumbling under his breath, and she knew Iroh had won. "You know, you should be glad a pretty girl asked you on a date. Most guys aren't so lucky." She stated between a bite of her stew. He glared at her, to which she simply shrugged. "I'm just saying, why not go out and just have fun?" Setting her bowl down, she watched as his gaze flickered from his finger to her own.

The very finger the string that attached them to one another was tied.

She sighed, inhaling through her nose and exhaling through her mouth as she spoke. Zuko, just because we've decided to be friends doesn't mean we've promised anything more." Her voice was soft, and sounded a little detached, even to her own ears. And despite her heart telling her not to, her mind was pushing her to do the right thing.

"Go out with her. And like your Uncle said, be a normal boy for once. You deserve that more then anything. To be treated normally and not as the enemy." A smile pulled at her lips, though it didn't reach her eyes. At least not completely.

Something that Zuko noticed, even as he finally relented. "Alright, I'll go."

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Zuko was beginning to feel a little exhausted.

Mentally.

Jin spoke. A lot. And while that wasn't a bad thing, he had never been good for long conversations. He preferred silence and as minimal conversation as possible. Orora had understood that early on, and though she teased him about being broody, she would keep quiet when she knew he needed the silence to just......be.

Her conversations did help him forget his rather morbid thoughts, and whenever he would return to silently contemplating, he found his mind to be much lighter then it had been before.

And all because he spoke to her.

"So tell me, I know Mushi is your Uncle, but what about that girl that works with you?" Jin's question had him blinking out of his stupor and looking at her across the dinner table. "Oh, she's a student of my Uncle's. He helps her with her waterbending, even though he isn't a bender himself." He was quick to add with a shrug.

He watched, confused, as Jin let out a little sigh of relief, her shoulders drooping slightly. "Oh well thats good! From the way she looks at you sometimes, I thought you two were soulmates or something."

Zuko blinked.

"What?" That word was supposed to come out as a demand, but instead it came out hoarse and unbelieving. The girl shrugged. "Well, yeah. I mean I've seen her look at you sometimes, and thats the exact way my mom looks at my dad when he isn't looking." She grinned. "They're soulmates." She added as a away of explanation.

The young prince simply gave a small nod, before returning to his silent contemplation, only half listening to Jin as she continued to talk.

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The only good part of her evening had been when she had seen Zuko walk out after Iroh had helped him with his unruly hair. She had to physically hold herself back from laughing out loud, and had only let loose after he had gone, not wanting to hurt his feelings.

"I see you are amused by my nephew's misery Orora." Iroh said, though there was no anger in his words, only slight reprimand. Orora pursed her lips to keep from smiling. "I'm sorry Master. Though I do hope Zuko has a good time. He deserves it." She added.

Iroh reached out to pat her arm in an affectionate manner. "I know you are a little hurt, but you possess a kind heart for saying so Orora." Seeing the slightly crestfallen look on her face, as she allowed her true feelings for the date to show, Iroh continued.

"And who knows, perhaps this date will act as the wake up call my nephew needs to not take you for granted."

She shook her head. "He doesn't do that Master." Moving to the window, she placed one leg over the ledge. "Although, it would be nice if he were to notice me as a girl rather then just his friend." So saying, she pulled herself up on the roof to loose herself to her thoughts.

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Well this was a little awkward.

Zuko glanced at Jin, looking more then a little crestfallen about discovering that he lamps weren't lit. And looking at her sad expression, he was reminded of Orora, and how sad she would look whenever he spoke to her about his past. Though since that first night, when he had revealed everything, he did try to cheer her up. Mostly he just said something to annoy her, to distract her from thinking about his past.

Lately though, he had been working on actually making her smile.

"Close your eyes. And don't look." He said. Jin gave him a confused look, but did as he asked. She even covered her eyes to assure him that she wasn't looking.

Zuko walked forward, holding his hands together. He closed his eyes briefly, inhaling as he allowed his inner fire to burn a little brighter. It had been so long since he had firebended. Using his pointer and middle fingers on each hand, he shot small bursts of flame in the directions of the candles to light them. It didn't take long for him to be done, and once finished, he stood straight and looked at Jin, who still stood with her palms over her eyes.

"Okay, now you can look."

Removing her hands, Jin gasped. "Oh, wow." Zuko had to admit, the lights did look rather beautiful as they reflected off the surface of the water of the fountain. Jin looked at Zuko, amazed. She walked up to him, looking at the candles. "What happened? How did they light? What did you do?" There was no accusation in her tone. Only surprise and happiness as her gaze flitted between him and the lights around them. Zuko didn't reply and Jin finally fell silent as well, looking around at the pretty view in awe.

And as he watched the light reflect in the fountain, he couldn't help but think of Orora and how she would probably create ice crystals to hang in midair. He was sure the sight would only become even more wondrous then it already was.

He was brought out of his thoughts when he felt Jin take his hand. Feeling a little lost and confused, since he had no other girl other then Orora actually take his hand voluntarily, he turned so he could look at Jin.

Who was beginning to lean in a little.

Prompting him to quickly hold up a piece of paper between them. His heart thumped wildly in his chest. Surely she hadn't been about to..........

"I've brought you something." Jin looked at him surprised. "It's a coupon for a free cup of tea." He continued, prompting the girl to smile. "Lee, this is so sweet." She said taking the coupon and smiling at him. Zuko shrugged as he took a couple of steps back. "Don't thank me – it was my Uncle's idea. He thinks you're our most valuable customer."

Jin smiled. "Your uncle is a good teacher." The young prince's face softened slightly at the words. "Yeah, Orora can testify to that." He said, his eyes falling to the fountain once more where the water rippled slightly in the breeze. He felt Jin walk up next to him. A hand pressed to the side of his face. "I have something for you too. Now it's your turn to close your eyes."

With no hesitation he did. He felt Jin move even closer to him before a pair of soft lips pressed against his own. The contact was brief and she pulled back almost instantly. And though he did lean back in a little, almost instinctively he pulled back.

He opened his eyes, standing there and looking at her. Imagining someone else.

Someone with darker skin.

Ice blue eyes.

A patch of white in her hair.

And a smile that had begun to effect him more then he ever thought possible.

He turned his back on Jin, beginning to walk away.

"What's wrong?" Jin called out behind him. He could almost hear the disappointment in her voice. "It's complicated." He said, trying to shake away the image of Orora looking at him just as Jin had a few moments ago. "I have to go." He said starting to walk once more.

"Its that girl isn't it?"

He turned around startled, his eyes wide in disbelief as he stared at Jin. She had an almost sad smile on her lips as she looked at him. "You know you look at her the same way she looks at you sometimes. I've seen it." She said sighing in an almost melancholy way. "I would kill to have someone look at me like that. Like I'm their reason for getting up in the morning." She clarified, oversharing as usual, given how that was how she talked. Jin shrugged.

"Maybe it doesn't have to be as complicated like you say it is."

Zuko looked at her one last time, before sprinting back home.

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Iroh looked out from the window down in the street, hoping to catch sight of Zuko as he returned. Of course he did not anticipate his nephew taking the back entrance of the apartment building. The door opened and Zuko walked in, silent and contemplative.

Trimming a bonsai tree to appear nonchalant, Iroh barely glanced at his nephew. "How was your night, Prince Zuko?" He asked. Zuko responded by walking to the bedroom and slamming the door shut behind him. Iroh looked after him for a second with a confused expression before he sighed and moved back to his task.

Though he immediately turned back around when he heard the door crack open and Zuko's voice to filter out.

"It was nice." He said, his voice soft and sounded as if he didn't believe the words himself. The door closed again, and Iroh smiled before resuming his task.

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He found her lying on the roof. Her arms behind her head, her gaze trained towards the night sky, the light of the moon bright yet soothing. She didn't move her head, though she knew he was there as he mirrored her position.

A peaceful silence enveloped them both.

Where Zuko's mind had been a cacophony of words and voices echoing all around, barely finishing a thought, it was now silent. And where Orora had been overthinking even the most minutest of details, she found perfection in that moment as Zuko lay beside her.

"So, how was your date?" She finally spoke, her voice breaking the stillness of the moment, though not taking away from the tranquility of it.

"It was nice." Zuko repeated the same words he had told his Uncle, eyes tracing the many stars that littered the night sky. "I told her we traveled with a circus at one point. She seemed to believe it."

A soft laugh echoed across the rooftop. A sound that prompted Zuko to smile. He liked hearing her laugh.

"She also asked me to juggle, and I broke a couple of pots."

Another laugh. He was beginning to associate that sound with true happiness.

"Then she took me to see this fountain. You would've liked it. The lights made it look like the water was dancing." He never would've thought he would say words like that. Words of beauty and appreciation he always kept to himself. But here, with her, he had no problem saying them out loud.

Another silence.

This time it was broken by Orora. And the words she spoke next were so soft that Zuko almost missed them.

"Did you kiss?"

He stiffened beside her, and she had her answer. A pang of sadness had her almost wincing as she pursed her lips.

"She did." His voice finally came, soft and sincere. "I didn't."

Normally when the both of them spoke to each other concerning anything, words were their major means of communication. A way to get their point and message across.

But right then, they were barely speaking, and yet the amount of emotion, understanding and comprehension that passed between them was one neither had ever felt before.

Finally, finally, she turned her head, something she had been dying to do since he came up.

Why?

Because she wanted to look at his handsome face.

She wasn't at all surprised to see him looking back at her. The wind blew softly, a few strands of her hair escaping her comb and tickling her cheek.

"Why?"

Her heart was beating fast, though her breathing was calm and slow. She had never seen him look so gentle before. So soft.

Zuko allowed his eyes to roam over her face. From her expressive blue eyes, to that soft looking patch of white hair. And while in the past he had to stop himself from touching it, this time he didn't.

His hand lifted to gently brush the tips of his fingers against the strands. They were just as soft as he had imagined.

In his attempt to stroke her hair, his body had shifted even closer, and tilted slightly so that he was lying at his side. Loosing herself to the feeling of his fingers in her hair, Orora couldn't help but lean towards him, her upper body turning to the side as well.

Their gaze never wavered from one another.

He cleared his throat, wanting to give her an answer though unable to find the words. And somehow, she understood.

So she brought her fingers up, gently pressing them against his lips and giving him a smile, showing him that despite him not saying a word, she knew.

A look of gratitude flashed in his amber gaze, as his hand slowly dropped from her hair, to rest his palm against her cheek. The gesture surprised her, prompting her to remove her fingers from his lips. Though they didn't get very far.

Instead she pressed her fingers gently against the scar on his face. She allowed her fingers to trace along the rough skin, a touch so exquisite and tender, that Zuko was sure it was nothing but a dream.

But the reality of it was that Orora was lying next to him. And she was touching his scar. The ugliest part of him. And she was touching it as if it were the most softest of flowers.

"Close your eyes." He said, his voice a perfect replica of his expression.

Tender.

The girl stopped moving her fingers, though her hand stayed where it was.

She did as he asked.

He moved closer, his eyes closing as well.

She felt his nose brush against her own.

He felt her warm breath caress his mouth.

And in that moment, there was no war.

There was no Fire Nation or Water Tribe.

No Prince or Noblewoman.

It was a moment between a boy and a girl.

A moment under the stars as his lips found hers in a tender embrace.

And the string that connected them together burst in a flash of color.

Blue and Red.

Before it faded once more.

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KimChay prompt

I give you: Soulmate AU

Everyone has a timer in their wrist that shows how many days your soulmate has left to live

For Chay the timer changes every day but the number of days is never more than one year. Chay is very, very concerned for his soulmate and the kind of life he is living.

For Kim, he's convinced that his soulmate is also part of the Mafia or something worse because his timer is just weird. This morning his soulmate had over 50 years left, but something happened between 9am and 9:25am so now his soulmate is gonna die by the end of the week! Then, before lunch his timer changes again and Kim's soulmate will live for another 89 years

How do you think Kim would react to Chay? Just normal, kind, brave, zero situational awareness Chay who hasn't realized how many times he's been about to die

Also Helloo Hiiii how are you?

Hiiiiii, Hellooooo, I'm doing okay other than all this writer's block haha. Onto the timer soulmates!!

Kim wakes up in unfamiliar territory and nearly jolts up before he realizes the uncomfortable feeling below him is a pullout couch and the comforting weight on top of him is Chay.

His maybe-probably soulmate.

Warmth spreads across his cheeks when he realizes they spent all night pressed up against each other like this. Trying not to jostle Chay, Kim checks his watch. The time, 7:00AM, is expected for his internal body clock. Then he pulls down the wristband on his watch and checks his timer, 20:05:03:23:15, which is not expected.

Twenty years? When he fell asleep last night, the boy in his arms had fifty some odd years left to live, and this morning it’s down to twenty?

The timer changes sometimes, everyone’s does. The mechanics are still a bit of a mystery to the world, but it’s a guarantee that when a timer runs out, that person’s soulmate dies. It seems like Kim’s timer fluctuates more than other people’s, but Chay hadn’t led the safest life even before he started hanging out with the third son of Thailand’s biggest mafia family.

Actually, when Kim suspected Chay’s magnetic pull was more than just a simple crush on Kim’s part, he made a phone call ensuring all the Kittisawat debts were paid off and any loan sharks in the area knew Chay was protected.

On that day Kim’s timer jumped from a worrisome ten years to a more comfortable fifty.

That would have been more than enough for most people to prove they were soulmates, but Kim maintains a healthy amount of doubt. Or denial rather.

He doesn’t want Chay tied to him. His little intervention took a whole week of planning to make the orders look like they were coming from someone other than Kim. He doesn’t want his family finding out Chay is important, it’s too dangerous for Chay to get involved with them. This morning is proof of it, their deepening relationship is taking decades off of Chay’s life.

The boy in his arms begins to stir, and then stills suddenly. The corner’s of Kim’s lips twitch up when he feels Chay’s breaths quicken as he likely realizes he’s sleeping half on top of Kim, and then forcibly slow down again.

“Why are you pretending to be asleep?” Kim finds himself asking. He hadn’t even planned to break their peaceful silence, but he’s a little obsessed with Chay and desperate to understand what goes on in his mind.

Chay answer about barely believing any of this is real is like a knife to Kim’s heart, because it’s not. Kim is hiding so many things from him. He hasn’t even mentioned to Chay his thought that they might be soulmates, and that’s the least of the things Kim is keeping from him.

Chay unknowingly twists that knife when he looks up at Kim with his big, lovely eyes and asks Kim if he loves Chay. He’s never looked at the timer on Chay’s timer, but he thinks it probably just lost a decade of time.

He doesn’t respond to Chay’s question, instead sending him off to fetch breakfast for them.

Kim should leave, he tells himself as Chay cooks. He should leave and never return. It’s better to know Chay is out in the world without him, than have to live in a world where Chay is dead because Kim was greedy with him.

When the doorbell rings, Kim makes his decision. He’ll slip out while Chay isn’t looking, and never come near him again.

Then he hears Chay scream, and walking away isn’t an option.

He fights tooth and nail, but he let his guard down too much and he’s not prepared to fight. Chay’s cries have made him frantic and erratic, and he knows he’s leaving holes in his defenses. Just as he’s starting to get his fighting brain turned on he gets tazed. It hurts like a bitch but he keeps going, fighting back as he gets tazed again.

He goes down. The last thing he sees is Chay helplessly splayed on the ground.

When he wakes up Chay is gone.

Kim’s timer reads 00:00:05:08:15.

Five days.

If Kim does nothing, Chay will die in five days.

He won’t let his happen.

He picks up the phone and dials the number he swore he’d never call for help again.

Kim watches the seconds tick away on his timer with as the call rings.

“Kim?” Kinn asks curtly when he picks up.

Kim takes a deep breath. “I need help,” he utters.

His timer jumps. 89:03:12:06:45

#kimchay #bard writes #kinnporsche #inbox open for prompts

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maxybabyy · 9 months

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and I'm afraid it's you - Charles/Max, 2194 words, gen day two of @lestappenweek 2023 prompt: soulmate au

“Charles? Are you coming down too, mate?” But Charles doesn’t know what to do. He doesn’t want to get any closer to the goose, briefly considers following that guy over the side of the boat. “Are we even sure that it is not a regular goose?” He yells back and tries not to flinch when the goose shifts. “Maybe we should call animal control, no?” “Why don’t you come down and find out?” Fuck off, Charles wants to say, wants to flip him off and see how far this celebrity thing really gets him. But there’s no time. The goose flaps its wings, once, twice, and lands gracefully on the railing he had been leaning on. It honks softly, waddles down to sit on the bench instead. Fuck.

The goose appears on the lower deck of the boat, with a honk and a waddle as it finds its footing on the slippery surface.

“Fuck no,” someone says and jumps over the side of the boat, the splash of water drowned out by the goose’s honking somehow on beat to the music. The goose doesn’t follow him, waddles past another group to get to the small staircase.

Charles has only seen a handful of soulmate geese. Romantic creatures with little to no chasing involved, nudging their person along until it could take flight again – a job well done. This does not look anything like that.

The stairs are too steep for the goose’s legs, the edge of the steps catches on its feet and forces it back on deck. The long neck tenses, bill opened to let out a loud honk at another failed try. It bleeds frustration, and Charles almost feels bad for it. But he’s only twenty-three, he doesn’t need his entire life decided for him already. Someone else must fall on the sword today.

He goes up another flight of stairs, watches as the goose snaps its teeth when someone attempts to approach.

“It doesn’t want any help,” she says with a frown. She tries again with her palms upturned, tongue clicking awkwardly like she’s catching a chicken and not a beast of a goose. “Is there another way up?”

“It’s a goose,” someone else says. Charles only knows three people on the boat, and now he’s trapped here with a bunch of strangers and a fucking goose. He really shouldn’t have come. “Can’t it just fly if it wants to come up here?”

“Or maybe you all could just come down here so we can get this over with,” Marc yells back. He nudges the goose up with his foot, but that’s as far as it gets. Its stomach protrudes and bumps into the next step, forces it back down on deck. “I’m not gonna spend my day doing this. Get down or get off my boat, yeah?”

People come down in groups, skip the last few steps to make it to safety far away from the stairs. But the goose doesn’t move, keeps watch by the step. Charles tries to imagine it in one of those bearskin hats the royal guards wear, long neck swallowed by dark fur until there’s nothing left by a wide feathered body.

The crowd is thinning, and the goose still honks. If he squints really hard, he can almost believe the goose isn’t staring at him. Maybe the goose needs glasses too.

“Charles? Are you coming down too, mate?”

Charles knows he’s special. A lot of people want to be friends with Formula One drivers, Ferrari even more so. He knows if he was anyone else, he would probably already have been thrown out, with or without a goose under the arm.

But Charles doesn’t know what to do. He doesn’t want to get any closer to the goose, briefly considers following that guy over the side of the boat. “Are we even sure that it is not a regular goose?” He yells back and tries not to flinch when the goose shifts. “Maybe we should call animal control, no?”

“Why don’t you come down and find out?”

Fuck off, Charles wants to say, wants to flip him off and see how far this celebrity thing really gets him. But there’s no time. The goose flaps its wings, once, twice, and lands gracefully on the railing he had been leaning on.

It honks softly, waddles down to sit on the bench instead. Fuck.

Upon closer inspection, the goose is kind of cute.

Its feathers are ruffled from the previous tantrum, and Charles is all too aware of the teeth occupying its mouth and tongue. But there is something charming about the way it waddles between his legs, the slap of webbed feet as it follows him around.

No one has approached the upper deck since the goose had landed, but Charles doesn’t mind. The sun is hot on his skin, and the cooler is still full of beer. He can have his own party.

The peace doesn’t last, abruptly ended by the goose honking fucking murder.

“Hey uh, maybe you should go home, mate.” Marc says. He hasn’t touched the second staircase, staying safely on the first deck. “You know with the goose and such.”

“It’s doing fine, I think.” Charles says, strokes its long neck and only narrowly avoids getting napped. “Maybe if you have some water for it? Of course, it will go for a dip if it gets too hot, but –“

“Mate, the vibes up here are rancid,” Marc says, winces. “A few of the birds thought you were gonna come say hello, figured maybe they would have a shot with the goose here and all. But you’re just up here drinking alone. It’s pathetic, mate.”

Charles chokes. He feels the goose by his side tense up, readying another honk.

But Charles feels exhausted, burnt out and useless. He wants to call his mother, ask her to come pick him up, knows he cannot. Knows she would be disappointed with how he’s acted today, towards the goose and otherwise.

So he stands, with whatever dignity he has left, and takes the stairs two at a time. He doesn’t turn to see if the goose is following, hears the patter of feet on his heels and knows he won’t be alone tonight. Doesn’t fully hate the idea of it, of someone else in his empty apartment. Even if it is a fucking goose.

His mother is predictably mad that he broke quarantine, barely cares about how the goose hasn’t stopped honking since he let it into his apartment.

“You cannot do this, Charles.” She says, terse and scary-quiet. “You are being selfish and a dumb, foolish boy. It is not only you. You cannot see anyone now, not until we know that you are not sick. Not your brothers, your friends, me. You cannot!”

“Maman, please!” He begs, ignores how the goose has been pecking at his collections of helmets. “I met my goose today,” he says instead, dizzy with relief when she takes the bait.

Sandra from PR invites him to a Zoom meeting with his agent and an FIA representative who is half asleep the entire call. It’s a watered-down version of what he probably deserves, of what the FIA would have done if he wasn’t who he is, from a team with the legacy it has.

“We’re counting on you to make this right, Charles.” Sandra says in curt Italian. “Do not let us down.”

Charles won’t, couldn’t even if he wanted to. He has a goose now.

Charles doesn’t pretend to know anything about viruses or zoonoses – the transmissions of disease between animals and humans, he learns – but he cannot risk infecting his goose. He’s spent too long reading articles about zoonotic COVID, of the mink suspected to be infected.

He clicks his tongue and the goose whips around, feathers ruffled and neck lurching. “Mink and geese are not the same. Of course, you will not become sick,” he promises, rubs along the feather of its neck.

The honk is soft this time, the goose wrapping its neck around his shoulders.

Charles comes back from his grocery run to a ruined apartment.

“You cannot come!” He had begged, blocking the door so the goose wouldn’t follow him out. “You cannot wear a mask, so you cannot come to the store! You will become sick.”

The goose had cared little, tearing apart the pillows of his couch and knocking over the helmets it had been pecking at. Now, the goose sits on a nest of shredded clothes, a moat of trophies built around it.

“Oison, that is not for you! Bad goose,” he says and reaches for the trophies, puts them away safely. He grabs what looks to be his prize from Austria but flinches back when the goose lets out an ear-piercing screech, body trembling with anger. “You cannot keep that, it is mine. I won it.” But the goose does not stop, lets out another demonic sound as it continues to stand guard over the trophy.

His sanity is already half gone from self-containment, and the goose only makes it worse.

It cannot go outside even if it must, to lead him to his soulmate. It gives chase in the tiny hallway of his apartment, but it too must realise Charles has nowhere to go but in circles. It frustrates them both, but Charles cannot risk it.

The goose takes to patrol the front door, pecking nonsense into the wood like Charles is somehow going to comply with its terms. Instead, he spends most of the day barricaded in the bathroom. Water-resistant earphones deep in his ear as he tries to drown out the honks.

Charles has to take out the earphones to dry his hair, rubbing the towel over his head.

He’s almost dressed when he pauses in his step. There are no honks, no pecks, or screeches of frustration from being cooped up, nothing but peaceful silence. It makes Charles’ heart seize in his throat.

“Oison? What are you doing, stupid animal?” He yells and runs to the living room. His mind flashes with imagines of opened windows, of doors left agape. All the ways the goose could have escaped. But instead of a prison break, the goose is curled up in the safe arms of Max Verstappen. “Max?”

“Hello Charles,” Max says and strokes a hand down the long neck of the goose. One of his bandanas is tied around it, a neat bowtie making the goose looks fancier than it should. “This is of course a lovely goose you have.”

“What are you doing here?” He cannot help but ask, ignores the beady-eyed stare the goose turns on him. “I did not know you were still in Monaco.”

Max smiles, bends down to kiss the top of its head. “Pierre was of course worried that you were not picking up your phone. His girlfriend has symptoms, so always he could not come himself. But he knew I was staying alone in the apartment.”

At some point, his phone had made it into the nest of the beast. Charles had been too much of a coward to get it back.

Now he sinks to his knees opposite Max, watches with sweaty palms how Max handles the goose with ease. “You are really good at that,” he says, swallows when Max turns to frown at him. “Goose handling, handling the goose, I mean.”

“I think he likes me,” Max says.

Charles shrugs, “You can have him. He is very loud.”

Max looks at the goose, curled up in his lap like it hadn’t been acting a fool for the past week. “Do you know who your soulmate is?”

Charles chokes, and then shakes his head. “Of course, it cannot go outside. I would not know what to do if it got sick, the doctors would not care, and then I would never know.”

Max stares up at him, and Charles cannot breathe. Because it cannot be –

“You think we would not know if we were soulmates?”

“Always, the goose is correct,” Max says with the same steadfast confidence that he does everything with. It makes Charles dizzy. Delirious, delusional too. “If the goose says we are soulmates, I think, of course this must be true.”

“You are not joking?”

Max shrugs. He moves the goose to the couch, makes sure it has a view of the space between them. “We have of course already done it, so it should not matter. This way we will know for sure.”

“Know what?” Charles asks, licks his lips.

Max kisses him softly, and Charles knows then that he is correct.

He meets him halfway, pulls him closer to his chest until Max has to crawl into his lap, curl his arms around him to keep him close. It’s wonderful and great, and Charles never wants it to end. But then, it doesn’t have to. Max is mandated to kiss him now, to be by his side and probably eventually like, love him with all his heart.

It makes Charles dizzy all over again.

The goose is gone when he opens his eyes again, the window agape where Max must have opened it. Must have known how this would end.

Max kisses his cheek and gets to his feet, says, “You should pack your bags, and then we will go to my apartment.”

“What?”

“I have of course my cats. It will be easier for you to come to us than for them to get used to a new place,” Max elaborates. He picks up the lone trophy still in the abandoned nest and smiles. “Unless you of course want to be here alone still.”

Charles swallows, shakes his head. “You want me to move in with you?”

“We are of course going to be together forever, Charles. Always, we should start now.”

Charles laughs, takes the hand Max offers to help him up. “Yes, of course, Max.”

#lestappen #lestappen fic #my fic #fic #my writing #lestappen week 2023 #lsw23 #day two #soulmate au #lestappen week summer 2023

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case-of-traxits · 5 months

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-chinhands- Reeve / Genesis, any age(s)

soulmate au prompts bc I'm trouble: the one where when you dream you’re seeing whatever your soulmate is currently experiencing.

Omg. Look you. You know how I feel about this ship. This is not even a rarepair; this is a MICROSHIP. This is a dinghy that you and I are both sitting in, flailing at each other about. That's exactly why you prompted this. T_T

I wanted this to be fluffy so bad. I'm so bad at fluff. Anyway. This is the first part of three. I'll be posting the next bit in about a week. <3

[Prompted from this post.]

Take Me from the Dark (I ain't gonna make it myself) Part 1/3: Dreaming

Word count: 1979 words. Content Notes: Soulmate AU. Characters: Reeve Tuesti/Genesis Rhapsodos. Soundtrack: "Take Me With You," by alixe. & LucidDream. Summary: Soulmates see through one another's eyes when they dream. Reeve and Genesis come of age to have their first dreams.

The dreams started when Reeve was sixteen. At first, they were brief— just flashes really— glimpses into a life that wasn't his own. One with grass and trees and people that Reeve had never met. He knew, of course, that it meant his match was out there somewhere, and that if he was dreaming of apples glinting in the daylight (and he could smell them, crisp and sharp and sweet), it meant his soulmate was probably on the other side of the world somewhere.

It was the only way the time zones lined up, after all.

He supposed it was luckier than most because all too often if soulmates were in the same time zone, they only saw each other's dreams. At least with the difference, he got to see something more.

Dutifully, every time he woke up, no matter where he was, he wrote down the details that he could remember. So he wrote notes to himself about parents who shouted over breakfast (and on those nights, he woke with anger so hot in his chest that it nearly burned) and about dark purple apples that shone like diamonds in the morning light and about a boy with black hair who whispered about leaving and going to Midgar.

And he wondered what his soulmate dreamed about.

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hazashiovo · 1 year

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Request whatever you want ⬇️!

So I'm gonna make writing list for the next characters:

Rhaenyra Targaryen

Daemon Targaryen

Aemond Targaryen

Haelena Targaryen

Aegon Targaryen

Alicent Hightower

Harwin Strong

Rhaenys Targaryen

Corlys Velaryon

Jacaerys Velaryon

Criston Cole

-angst prompts-

"Why didn't you say how bad it is? "

"I will not cry for you, you're not worthy of my tears."

"And you left me!"

"You hurt me and I still have you my trust."

"I deserve better than this."

"Not a lot of people like me."

"It's better if I leave."

"I know! But you didn't have to use her like that?"

"Don't say anything else, just stay."

"I'd never thought I'd be the one to hurt you."

"I guess we just weren't supposed to be."

"You always choose to abandon me!"

"I miss them."

"Don't do this to yourself, not because of me."

"Why do you hate me so much?"

-Funny villain Prompts-

"How the fuck did you survive that shit?"

"Funny thing, you were actually supposed to die."

"Are you stupid? I literally just replaced that rug!"

"Who gave you the right to hit me?"

"Are you seriously gonna let them live after that?"

"Holy shit, I actually punched you-"

"If I'm such a big problem why won't you just TRY to kill me?"

"I really want to see you dead right now."

"I didn't mean literally-"

"I may or may have not killed an entire room of people-"

-Sarcastic prompts-

"Do I get bonus points if I act like I give a shit?"

"And you wonder why you're still single..."

"Oh I'm listening, just not paying attention."

"Did your mother drop you in your head as a child?"

"You seem familiar, did we fight before?"

"Define normal"

"I don't need anger management! I just need people to start being smart for fucks sake."

"I'm still surprised I haven't killed you yet"

"Do you want to fuck or kill me, I'm genuinely confused."

"No bloody way you're jealous!"

Romantic tropes/platonic and universes:

-Modern! AU characters x reader

-Platonic character x Child!Reader

-Child!Character x Child!Reader

-Cheating!Character x Reader

-Mutual pinning!Character x Reader

-Aranged Marriage x In love with another

-Insane! Character x Insane!Reader

-Drunk!Character xSober! Reader

-Sober! Character x Drunk!Reader

-Hated!Character x Hatefull!Reader

-Hated!Reader x Hatefull!Character

-Vampire!Reader x Human! Character

-Masochist!Reader x Enemy!Character

-Assassin!Reader x Target!Character

-Innocent!Reader x Dirty!Character

-Dirty!Reader x Innocent!Character

-Dirty!Character x Dirty!Character

-Imortal!Reader x Mortal!Character

-Imortal!Reader x Imortal! Character

-Both hating each other

What I will write:

Smut

Imagine

One shot

Head canon

Kinks

NSFW alphabet

Cross over

Time/universe travel

Platonic

Enemies to lovers

Lovers to enemies

Angst

Friends to lovers

Parents x child

Emotional damage

Second chance

Fake relationship

Love triangle

Ugly duckling (reader considered ugly by haters🙄)

Amnesiac Reader/Character

Kidnapping stuff

Redemption arc

Multiple parts imagines

Run away bride/groom

Secret baby

Scars

Revenge

Age gap

Soulmates

Dark! Characters

Yandere

My requests are always open. You can request with the characters up there ⬆️,

With prompts from my list or if you want by yourself, the Trope and type of fic you want.

Like I said, I do one shots, imagines, head canons and NSFW.

Those are only a few of my ideas.

My english isn't perfect since I'm not American.

Until then baiii!

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aeferkssr · 2 years

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MYSTIC MEDLEYS

@eenie-teenieweenie 's 200 follower event !

event masterlist

first and foremost, i'd like to thank you, yes you lol, for reading my content. even if you haven't followed or if this the first time you're seeing my content, you're still due a big thank you! i've been on tumblr for less than a year but my experience with the app and writing for genshin impact has been nothing but a pleasant experience!

even though i may of had my stressful moments with my previous events, and that one hate anon lol, i count that as a learning experience and won't procrastinate this event much lol. anyways, i simply cannot put how happy i am to be here. i've met so much fun people just from doing what i love (fangirling about aether lol)

from the bottom of my heart, to all my mutuals, followers and to all the people who have liked/reblogged my posts, THANK YOU.

EVENT INFO UTC

event.

this event is purely sfw. i will not be writing any dark content whatsoever. with that in mind, i will write most genres (angst, fluff, hurt/comfort mostly) if requested!

like it says in the banner, i will do oneshots and headcannons in this event. in regards to the headcannons, multiple prompts/characters can be requested (the limit is 2 and 3 respectfully)

requesting another prompt (i.e soulmates au, enemies to lovers) is allowed! i would love to hear your ideas and contribute some of my own!

if specific details about the reader is not specified, the reader will be gender/race neutral and no specific pronouns will be specified. i'm trying to make this event as user-friendly as possible.

characters.

i will only be writing for 5NEMO, so the only vcharacters in this event are aether, kazuha, xiao, venti and heizou. if other characters are requested they will not be included in the event and their fic will be posted when all of the event peices are completed/when the event ends.

prompts.

“you’re not getting away with this.”

“i don’t know what you’re talking about, i’m not jealous.”

“you said you weren’t talking to them anymore.”

“why are they still on my mind?”

“i kinda thought you were gonna kiss me.”

“don’t listen to them, you’re not worthless.”

“i did something… really bad.”

“have i kissed you today?”

“it doesn’t always hurt to be healed.”

“let’s leave tonight, no looking back.”

request examples.

hey cianna! i'd like to request prompt 5 with heizou and venti! can i get some headcannons with the two in a modern au? thanks!

hi cianna! you know, because i love you so much i want to request a oneshot with prompt 8 with aether. hehe thanks 😇

hi can i request kazuha and xiao headcannons with prompt 3. also i thought of [thoughts] for it so i hope this info comes in handy!

9/9/22

#╰┈➤ mystic medleys ༉‧₊˚.#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin #genshin impact #aether x reader #aether x you #heizou x reader #heizou x you #kazuha x reader #kazuha x you #venti x reader #venti x you #xiao x reader #xiao x you

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flip-flop-lover-will-byers · 2 years

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I said I'll give prompts and I'm giving prompts. This is how I cope I'm just throwing out ideas, feel free to do whatever with them-

1) Heartstopper AU with artist-jock Will (aka letterman jacket!Will) who is neither in the closet nor out of it. One day paired up in a class with Mike Wheeler, the loser drama kid. The only cool thing about Mike is his leather jacket. He is also the straightest kid to ever straight. Or is he?

2) Divorce lawyer!Will as a meta homewrecker joke. Bonus points if you come up with an absolutely buckwild story of how he came to be a freaking divorce lawyer. Mike Wheeler, reluctant client.

3) Mermaid AU. Sorry, but I am coming out as an absolute sucker for mermaid AUs. Those things slap. Did you know the Byler tag already has like 3-4 mermaid AUs? Which is a lot. But I'm greedy. Mermaid AUs are where you go WILD. Write some totally sick shit with evolution, biology, magic, culture, worldbuilding, philosophy, DRAMA.....

Mermaid+soulmates AU. Will is sceptical of this human who claims to be his soulmate. Mermaids don't have soulmates, nor does Will want one. Mike knows Will is his soulmate- it's not unheard of for humans to have monsters as soulmates. A man though...he's never heard of men being soulmates. Dive deep into that question of what makes a monster. Who gets to decide where humanity begins and where it ends? What makes a soulmate? Can fate and free will coexist?

4) Amateur detective!Mike detecting a little too hard and finding the missing man-of-mystery!Will. Was Will running from the UD? The Lab? Lonnie? Mike is then pulled into shit he did not sign up for.

5) Millenial!Mike Wheeler has heard many stories about the kid who disappeared from the woods nearby 15 years ago. He's also heard his new house is haunted. He doesn't think much of it, until one day a man comes out of his walls.

6) Famous artist!Will and fanboy!Mike. Will doesn't know Mike's a fanboy. Mike is both a tumblrina and a Y/N fanfic writer.

7) Famous Author!Mike and fanfic author!Will. Mike comments on Will's every fic and they start chatting. Mike writes a romance novel (heterosexual!) for the first time, and the main characters are saying some suspiciously familiar stuff. Will messages coolpaladinboi69 "hey...did you read Wheeler's new book" and pulls out the receipts from their previous chats. A very on the nose joke on Mike's projection.

8) 12 year old Mike Wheeler discovers a very friendly ghost lurking inside his new house. Nobody else can see him, maybe because they don't want to. Will is so nice though, and so helpful. But wait- is he really dead? Or is his body trapped? Somewhere dark and cold...

9) Will is the guy hired to remodel Mlvn's white picket fence home. Mike is having ThoughtsTM. ANOTHER one for those meta homewrecker jokes. We got a literal homewrecker on our hands, but wait- oh that looks much better, thank you.

10) Mike Wheeler knows that something is wrong with quiet classmate Will Byers. He shows up with bruises, holding his pencil oddly while drawing. They've never had a single conversation, but one day after witnessing a terrifying scene between him and his father, Mike begs Will to let him help. Will refuses, he only has to get through a few more months, and then he's 18, and free. Two weeks later, Lonnie's car goes up in flames, taking Lonnie with it. Will is miraculously unharmed. The police names it a freak accident, but Mike suspects otherwise. He's not gonna sell Will out tho. The Chief is going to call services to take Will to his closest relatives, but before he can Will has blurted out another name. It's just a few months, surely he can spend them at his best friend Mike Wheeler's place? Somebody's gotta explore Will's Lonnie trauma pls

Bonus points if-

- Mike is as pathetic as possible. He needs to be a complete loser. Not a single cool thing about him. Not. One. He is miles below Will's league and everyone is aware of it, except Will himself.

- Lucas-Will bromeos.

- Unwitting chick magnet!Will.

- Mike and Max and their mutual disdain.

- El making at least one fruit joke. El cheering Will on as he homewrecks.

- Dustin being StraightTM and all the queerness going straight over his head. Poor kid has no clue.

#byler #will byers #gay mike wheeler #fanfic prompt

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killerandhealerqueen · 1 year

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Hi Sass! Hope the packing is going well :)

I saw your WIP list and was wondering what the 2 Tumblr ones were about.

Also, has there ever been a time where you've had difficulty transferring a plot point/idea into any of your fics? Like, the way you wrote it didn't turn out the same as what was inside your head the first time.

Hi!! Packing is...going as well as you'd expect. I have accumulated a lot of stuff in two years so it's kind of like...1) how the fuck am I going to pack this all away without it being ridiculous to carry down a flight of stairs and 2) why the fuck do i own so much shit

Anyways. As for the two tumblr prompts, they're both Killer and Healer mafia aus (from when I got that sudden urge to write mafia aus) that @gem2117 sent to me. She always sends me multiple prompts so I can choose whichever one I want to work with, but her prompts are always so good so I usually end up doing all of them.

The first one is where Jiang Yuelou gets assigned from his boss to take out a target and said target is Chen Yuzhi. Now for this one, I'm not really sure where I'm gonna go with it...it's gonna be a mob hit, obviously but I'm thinking that Jiang Yuelou and Chen Yuzhi are both going to be assassins or maybe Chen Yuzhi is on the run from another triad/yakuza (I do like the idea of making him yakuza/former yakuza, like I did in my fic The Past Comes Knocking). Idk, all I know is that I'm going to have Jiang Yuelou abandon his boss's orders and protect Chen Yuzhi at all cost. (And maybe Chen Yuzhi protects him in return when Jiang Yuelou's boss decides to retaliate because those who don't follow orders get snuffed).

As for the second one, that one is where Chen Yuzhi does his first kill and Jiang Yuelou comforts him. I'm thinking for this one, Chen Yuzhi might be going home and stumbles upon Jiang Yuelou being attacked (or Jiang Yuelou comes running towards him beaten and bruised) and as they're trying to escape, the people who attacked Jiang Yuelou try to attack them. Chen Yuzhi, of course, is a healer, not a fighter so he's doing his best to try and avoid getting hurt and manages to knock out one of the attackers before noticing that the other attacker is going to kill Jiang Yuelou if he doesn't do something, so he takes the knife his attacker tried to use on him and stabs the other attacker (either in the neck or in the abdomen, idk). After he does that, he feels very sick because he just took a life, that's the opposite of what a doctor's supposed to do, until he remembers that Jiang Yuelou is there and still injured. He takes the man home, bandages him up/takes care of him, all the while trying not to be sick. Cue comfort.

(It's funny, I literally had no idea what the fuck I was going to do with either of these prompts until literally this ask)

As for your other question, yes. The Red-Light District went through three different drafts (the third one being the final one that I went with). I had like...the first paragraph sort of figured out but after that it just wasn't...giving. So I actually watched a few episodes from my favorite TV "The Cleaning Lady" to give me inspiration (as I had always wanted to write a fic based on a couple of episodes from that show) and then the fic became what it is today. And I'm very happy with it.

Soul Bound was another fic that turned out differently than I had originally expected. Remember, this was the one where I thought about doing a boss/subordinate soulmate au but then I realized that I know jackshit about office work/office life so I decided to do an enemies to lovers, xianxia, inspired by The Journey of Chongzi au where Chen Yuzhi was an immortal and Jiang Yuelou was the demon king and they were soulmates and neither of them was happy about it.

I'll Be There For You was also another fic that turned out differently. I had started writing the outline one way and I was like...no, I don't like that. And then I scraped the outline and wrote a whole new one, which was much better.

I'm sure I have other fics that I could think of, but these are just the four off the top of my head that I know were different originally in my head than on the page.

#sass answers #qm edition

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sungbeam · 2 years

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𝟑𝟎𝟎 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 → CLOSED!

DISCLAIMER!** this is an event for reaching the 300 follower milestone! i do not take requests usually, unfortunately, so as soon as all slots are filled, requests will close again!

rules!

✶ i do NOT write smut; i DO write suggestive scenes like this jeno fic tho

✶ i'll write anything that i've written before, ie. kissing/making out, violence, descriptions of wounds, and the like!

✶ i do not write member x member; reader will default to either female/gender neutral

✶ please send a prompt (or multiple 😁)/a scenario/au + the desired idol(s) + whether you'd like angst/fluff/crack/etc

✶ CURRENTLY ONLY WRITING FOR THE FOLLOWING GROUPS (ones I have a masterlist for): nct (all units), stray kids, enhypen, txt, and seventeen

slots!

13/13 filled

1. park jisung/huang renjun: soulmate, mafia au + "touch them and ur dead"/"baby, we r the law" + gn reader + crack/angst/fluff — completed

2. mark lee: "i'm gonna need u to stay close to me" + fluff — completed

3. lee donghyuck: "many have tried to date me and failed", "they know we've been dating for years right?", "excuse me, i have to go make a scene" + fluff/crack — completed

4. lee jeno: 38, 31, 25 + enemies to lovers — completed

5. kim doyoung: 6, 15, 22 — completed

6. park jisung/lee haechan: 12 + 18, angst — completed

7. mark lee: fem!reader frenemies to lovers — completed

8. mark lee: teaching fem!reader how to kiss — completed

9. lee jeno: 24, 29, 45 + fluff/crack

10. lee donghyuck: 11 + 49, fluff

11. mark lee: dancing in the kitchen to taylor swift, lil suggestive

12. lee jeno: 21, 22, 43 + forbidden relationship

13. nakamoto yuta: 1, 9, 20 + bad boy!au

prompt ideas!

(for if you can't think of anything)

1. "touch them and you're dead."

2. "it doesn't matter what i want"

3. "baby, we are the law"

4. "do you trust me?"

5. "i'm gonna need you to stay close to me"

6. "for once, i'm not the bad guy here"

7. "many have tried to date me, and have failed"

8. "do i get bonus points if i act like i care?"

9. "excuse me, i have to go make a scene"

10. "how the fuck did you survive that?"

11. "you know, you're pretty comfy"

12. "i don't deserve you. i don't deserve any of this"

13. "is it that hard to ask for help"

14. "say that again"

15. "take another step, and i can't be held responsible for my actions"

16. "go buy a personality"

17. "everyone here can kill you, but i can do it the most efficiently"

18. "i never thought i'd be the one to hurt you"

19. "all that blood looks good on you. really brings out your eyes"

20. "i can save you"

21. "not everything's a joke"

22. "i am fully convinced you never graduated kindergarten"

23. "just leave; you've done enough."

24. "are you... trying to seduce me?"

25. "christ, ____, i thought i lost you"

26. "don't you just hate journalists?"

27. "watch your six"

28. "always being burned, aren't you?"

29. "over my dead body."

30. "is this seat taken?"

31. "i remember kissing you. why do i remember kissing you?"

32. "you sure know how to make me feel like shit"

33. "you can't protect everyone"

34. "you say that, but when will you start to mean it?"

35. "you can try, but (insert noun/pronoun)'s mine"

36. "this is war."

37. "are you... bribing me?"

38. "oh my god, i'm stuck in here—with you?!"

39. "i am the backbone of this household"

40. "this really scrambles my eggs"

41. "i think that went well"

42. "shut up, i'm not gonna kill you. yet"

43. "act natural"

44. "can't you be stupid somewhere else?

45. "they know we've been dating for years right?"

46. "sing me to sleep?"

47. "just go to sleep"

48. "people who hug live longer, y'know"

49. "that's cute"

50. "i've been wanting to kick your ass all week"

permanent taglists (all tagged): @tayunji @im-a-big-mess @justanotherkpopstanlol @johlee @frickyratz @liamsholygrail @staysstrays @w3bqrl @y3jiishot @jodidann

#nct x reader #stray kids x reader #enhypen x reader #txt x reader #seventeen x reader #sungbeam strikes again #ty for 300!! <3 #requests now open!#pls dont flop lmao

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flowers-all-around-me · 14 days

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🍓🥤🪐📚🔪☁️🎨 :3c

Ooooo thank you for the ask! (for the writers truth & dare ask game!)

I turned some answers into a ramble (as I'm wont to do lol) so I'll put the answers under the cut! :'3

🍓 how did you get into writing fanfiction?

There was a soulmate AU prompt back when my sister and I were deep in the Kylux trenches, which I decided to write for her into a full fic! I never posted it (and probably never will lol) because I was still very anxious about posting anything online lmao. Before that, I haven't really written fics; mostly roleplays with close friends and reading fics!

What made me write and publish my fanfiction was Febuwhump! I followed the mod's main account and saw the event, thought it was fun, and got enough encouragement from my friends to kickbox my anxiety long enough to actually post. And then it all went downhill from there :'D

🥤 recommend an author or fanfic you love

Ooomf difficult! The copout answer would be to just link my ficbinding tag (desolate as it is on account of me having very little time lol). But if I really had to pick one author/fic; author would have to be either ExultedShores (because her writing style is like it was made for me) or fonulyn (whenever my brain, inevitably, returns to ResE obsession :'3).

For one specific fic (which I know is in my bookbinding tag but shh) it would probably be Ghost by Yobotica. It's. Very very good.

(can you tell I can't pick one beloved fic/author XD)

🪐 name three good things going on in your life right now

Going right for my knees huh XD

But uhhh I'm gonna say: my friends; planning a con trip in the summer with some of said friends; got fancy new paper that I wanna try bookbinding with after I get my degree! :3

📚 what's the last thing you wrote down in your notes app?

I don't actually use my notes app that often so this was news to me too! It was a friend's box noodles order when I was getting food for the entire group XD

🔪 what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

I'm going to discount academic writing projects lol. Also I'm not too much of a research type, I just go "eh, good enough" shdfjks. But probably it would be island survival for Mechsnautica. Whcih I realised I would have to throw all out of the window when I remembered the Mechanisms are not actually regular sane shipwreck survivors lmao but it was worth it XD

☁️ what made you choose your username?

Flowers is closely related to one of my names (through translation filters), the rest of it was chosen at random, but also so that it would not take away from the central noun! XD

🎨 link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it

Ooomf another difficult one! I'm going to be shameless and link my Autisiphone art. I just can't help it, I love it. Silly and it was fun to make!

#flower answers #srrrokka #hehe thank you :3c

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echoes-lighthouse · 7 months

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💌 - any major changes in your selfship lore over time? if so, compare how it used to be with how it's now.

❤️ - any favourite reoccurring scenarios?

⚔️ - au time! pick an au of your ship that you have thoughts for and talk about it. if you can't decide, pick it randomly.

From the ask game? 🥰

Thank you m'dear!!!!! Took me a while to get up to answering this one, but since you write for some of my slasher boys I'll answer for my Evil Slasher Orphanage!!

💌: It's a fairly new ship so there hasn't been much time to develop! That said, the way that I selfship with villains has taken a sharp turn in the last few years, from helpless manipulated victim in my teen fantasies to now taking a more active nurturing role. I'm a bit tempted to spend more time on my teen selfships since I didn't get to do it as an actual teenager, but it's also strange to step back into those shoes.

❤️: Favourite reoccurring scenarios with my slasher orphanage? I'm gonna go character by character! Again, I take this prompt as 'favourite fantasy I return to' rather than 'something that keeps happening in the relationship' and I hope that's right!

I'm going in chronological order of when they enter my selfship family!

Brahms: bedtime cuddles!! getting him all cozy and reading him a story and petting his hair until he falls asleep.

Sadako: just being so gentle with her: painting her nails, brushing her hair but never pulling at it, opening my arms and letting her be carried by me willingly, cradling her and keeping her safe

Michael: watching him interact with the others! Something about seeing him slide by Sadako carefully in the hallway just makes my heart happy.

Vincent: just sitting and sharing space: listening to music or me reading out loud while he works, watching his hands move and feeling a deep sense of peace

Carrie: all of the trauma talks, honestly: I just think about all the things she needs to learn and unlearn, and watching her grow into a confident girl who doesn't tiptoe around the house

Jason: the way he just Scoops me up if he wants me somewhere or if another member of the house needs my help: his presence is like a comforting shadow, always with me

Billy: the one kid that needs a firmer guide: I would never raise my voice at him but I can be stern about the house's boundaries, and I think about the way that his defenses crumble to the realization that he can always be good enough for this house, as much as he likes to push the rules.

Stu: he blossoms under praise like nothing I've ever seen before: wide grins given freely and determined hands to work on chores. I think about the way he greets me after a weekend away, sweeping in with his laugh and bringing noise to the house.

⚔️- favourite AU Ghost AU for most of them!! One of my favourite Joker fics back in the day was about a ghost that was tethered to him and they both got on each other's nerves like crazy, and I think that would be a great concept for most of these ships as well, just me following them around and critiquing their knife handling and no one else can see me

But also consider the soulmate AU where people leave colour on your skin if you're going to be important to each other, and all of us leave marks on each other and a bunch of us have never ever had marks before pls I'm so soft

#ask games #evil slasher orphanage #okay the soulmate idea bowled me over ngl #my selfships

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arcade-writing · 2 years

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Hi 🤗🤗I could make an imagine where Soul Mates with Viktor and Reader, where reader receives her soulmate brand with the name of viktor, but they are already laboratory colleagues and she is afraid that their relationship will get in the way of viktor's work and also that her name will not whatever is on your wrist, but they love each other very much. Thank you

Soulmate aus, they're so cute! I'm a sucker them honestly. I use to read the red string ones alot growing up

I hope you don't mind I made a few small changes to the prompt. Nothing major! Through, not gonna lie, the last part I've been struggling to read since I got this request

Hope you enjoy regardless!

Branded souls

Pairing: Viktor X reader

Warning: awkward encounters that'll give you second hand embarassment

In a world of magic and science; it only seemed fitting of the universe to make soulmates a thing. At first you weren't keen to the idea - being bound to someone due to the universes word. It felt forced. Fake. How could sny real relationship thrive knowing you two HAD to be with each other.

Sure plenty of people went against their mark but it wasn't hard to ignore another name branded on their skin. Knowing regardless there will be someone else in the world that's ment to be their perfect other half.

It's why you gave up dating. You couldn't do it anymore. Because In the end, they always found their soulmate and left you to be lonely. Once again.

Didn't help your soulmates hand writing was barely readable. Far too cursive and scruffy. As if someone couldn't decide how they wanted it to be. To go against nature of nurture. You were all taught cursive in school and many stuck to it. Many didn't.

It took you a few years to understand the name was 'Viktor'

and even longer to find out the very person you've been crushing on was that very Viktor. You chalked it up to denial. Deep deep denial. You didn't want to believe you fell right into the universe's palm. That you found the one person you tried to avoid. That you were scared to meet.

You got hopeful that maybe, he felt the same. Did he avoid looking for you? Has he been waiting thks whole time?

You shouldn't of asked. You really shouldn't of.

"I haven't look at mine since - uhh - when I first got it."

Shock was not the word that could describe how you felt and yet you couldn't pinpoint it to any other feeling. Flabbergasted perhaps? It all means the same thing regardless. To think he hasn't looked at his since 18. That was - unthinkable. Did he really not pay that much attention to it? Was he not even a little curious?

"Seriously? Have you not thought about?"

"I try not, I'm far too busy, I knew the curiosity was going to get the better of me."

"Right...."

You couldn't believe you were this upset. For years you've been actively avoiding searching but now you've come so close - you couldn't help but feel defeated. Here he was. Right next to you. Talking to you. And yet he had no interest in pursuing you. If he knew you were his soulmate - would he stop letting you be around him?

And so you never told him. It's been years since that encounter. You two haven't been parted since; you met early in adulthood. Him being an assistant and you were the mail carrier. He would often walk with you on your rounds; that's how you get close. He was good company.

But now he was an successful inventor. The second creator of hextech. Standing right beside the Golden boy of Piltover. If he was busy before - he definitely far too busy now. You tried dating since your talk but none of them made you feel the way he did. They didn't get you.

He was your soulmate.

And you wanted to be his, even if you were branded to be. You wanted him to believe it himself.

"Hello fellow geniuses~!"

Jayce grinned as he saw you meanwhile Viktor snorted. "Fellow?"

"I'm a genius in my own way."

He shook his head as you set down his coffee. Leaving an extra coffee on a nearby table for Sky, surprised she wasn't already here. Handing jayce his bag of Sandwiches. Man was an animal when it comes to food. You didn't know how he could eat that Much.

You threw the small string tied pile next to Sky's coffee, knowing they'll look at their mail later.

"So, what's the latest invention?"

You peered over the desk. Seeing tools scattered around the table and blueprints covering the floor.

"Actually, it's something for you." Jayce spoke up, eyeing Viktor with a knowing smile.

You raised a brow. Looking between them.

"Viktor believed this would help you with your mail service, better than tiring yourself out."

You looked at Viktor, a soft blush on your cheeks as you smiled. Viktors ears were red as he looked down at the papers with a cold glare. Holding out the paper as he pointed to the diagram.

"A small arm to stamp and seal the mail whilst you make your rounds, to hand it out along-side you."

As he explained how they'd place it on your cart you couldn't help but stare. Watching the way his lips quirks, the mole above it moving when he exaggerated his words. You drawn in by them the first time you met. They were so cute. You've always wanted to kiss them. You weren't sure but ever since you developed your crush you couldn't stop thinking about it.

You didn't even realize you moved until you heard gasps. Viktor was staring at you with wide eyes, fingers just ghosting over his mole. Jayce looked absolutely giddy behind you.

"Uh- as thanks!" You quickly turned to jayce, pulling him down as you kissed his cheek.

Jayce patted your head. As if understanding your situation, a sly smirk making its way on his face.

"Perhaps you should kiss Viktor again, since you missed his cheek."

Viktor almost ripped the paper in his hand. His hold on his crutch tightening. His knuckles pure white.

"That won't be necessary!" He rushed out. Ears completely red as it spread to his pale cheeks.

"We uh- accept your thanks but perhaps wait until we actually put it to work."

"right... right."

You looked away from him. Fidgeting with your shirt, Jayce placed a large hand on your back. Leaning down to be more level with you.

"If you want you can come back after your rounds and we'll test it out then."

Jayce truely was your hero. You nodded as you used this as your escape. Jogging out of the lab and greeted sky on your way out.

She smiled as she gave you a small wave. You told her that her coffee was inside before you were sprinting back to your cart. Disappearing down the long hall much to her surprise.

You couldn't believe you made an utter fool of yourself!

Actually, you can believe that. BUT YOU DIDN'T WANT TO!

Why did you kiss him?! Do you have no restraint?! No shame?! Oh god what if you made him really uncomfortable - oh no! That's it, you'll just never go near him again!

No...you can't do that. You'd get too bored and miss him too much. Besides, you agreed to coming back later for their gift.

You sighed as you walked, pushing your cart to the lab. Internally dying as you grew closer and closer. With one last breath you pushed through the hall. Knocking on the lab door before coming in, announcing who you were.

"Ah...(Y/N), I didn't expect you so soon."

"oh- I can come back later if you want-" you took a few steps back, ready to leave as you pointed to the door.

No-! No...no uh, just sit, I still have to tinker with it."

He looked somewhat frantic. Offering a stool near him, you pushed your cart further in and sat down. Watching as he screwed a metal plate to the small arm.

"Where's Jayce?"

"With the counsel...why?" His golden eyes flickered over to you, a deep question buried inside of them.

"It's not usual to see you without him latched to you, I was just surprised."

And hoping he would be here incase things got awkward. But then again, you could never hate being alone with him. It's been so long since you'd had time to just be one on one. It wasn't how it used to be anymore.

He chuckled, shaking his head. "That's true, perhaps you can replace him for tonight."

You snickered but perked up. Smiling as you leaned against the desk. He wanted you to stay. You were glad he's missed you too.

There was a nice silence between you. He was still working out the kinks of the arm whilst you watched. Handing him different tools he gestured for. At one point he ended measuring your cart to make sure his calculations were correct. Adjusting what he needed to make it would fit.

"hey - uh - sorry for earlier, that probably made you uncomfortable."

He paused. His movements faltering as he peered at you. "Earlier?"

"When I kissed you."

The room was silent. Tense. You shook your head, scratching the back of your head.

"I shouldn't of brought it up-"

"Well, if this works I wouldn't mind another thank you."

Your head snapped towards him. Trying to fight off the smile on your face. Both of your faces were pink; he didn't say anything as he went back to work.

You moved in your seat, kissing his cheek. "To make up for missing."

Viktor grabbed your wrist. There was a new emotion in his eyes; fear. Why was he scared? His nose scrunched as he mustered his voice once again. As if reading your mind he finally spoke up.

"I am worried...to check the name on my wrist."

"why?" You tilted your head at him.

"Im afraid I might not like the answer."

You faltered. You knew the truth but he didn't. What if he really didn't like the answer? What if this was just a one time thing to him? He didn't actually want a relationship with you? After all his work did always come first-

"I want to see yours."

That brought you out of your thoughts. You pulled away from him, his hand falling to his lap. It was strange to see him this insecure. He was so confident - no matter what. Even in the face of the unknown.

You rolled down your sleeve, revealing your wrist to him. The name 'Viktor' clear as day. His own handwriting looking back at him. He almost choked on his own breath as he looked back at you.

"it's...me?"

"Um- yeah." You smiled, not knowing how you should react. What if there was a chance the name of his wrist was different? It was rare but it was possible. You've seen your friends have that fate. You don't know how you'd handle it happening to you.

"How long did you know?"

"A few years."

He nodded his head. Taking in a breath before revealing his own. There it was. Your name. Your Handwriting. It was you.

"Are you..." You couldn't look at him. Staring at your cart. "Is this the result you were fearing?"

You didn't have time to process his movements until his lips were on yours. Cupping your face as he pulled you close to him. You clung to his shoulders as you grinned against him. Tears in your eyes as you looked at him.

"No, this is exactly what I was hoping for."

#league of legends #arcane league of legends #arcane netflix #arcane #viktor #viktor league of legends #arcane viktor #viktor x reader #viktor imagine #Viktor headcanon #soulmate #soulmate au

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extraintrovertedalien · 3 years

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Brave face, talk so lightly(hide the truth)

'All my life, I've just wanted to make things easier for them.'

Au August

Day/Prompt: Day 26 - Soulmate

Ship: Prinxiety, brief logicality, creativitwins

Word count: 3k (I'm so sorry I got carried away)

Cw: swearing / brief murder mention / implied death / crying / nightmares(?) / anxiety mention / caps / claustrophobia(?)

A/N: the prompt is your dreams are your soulmate's memories. The title is from the song "Sick of losing soulmates" by dodie. I wrote the first 1/4 of this a few days ago and the rest in one sitting and I couldn't care less about proofreading it so Im so sorry if there are any mistakes ;-;

@tsshipmonth2020

I see a girl in the distance. She has her back turned. Long chocolate-colored hair tied in a low messy bun. My hand is reaching out to her. I feel this sudden longing to be held by this woman. Craving her caring and loving words. Telling me that everything is going to be alright.

Wait. Why is she getting farther away?

She looks back at me with a sad smile. Everything gets dark. I let my eyes stray from her to look around. When was I in a hospital corridor?

"I'm sorry, Pumpkin. You're gonna have to continue our adventure without me. But, fear not, Little one. I'll always be there by you. You just gotta learn to know where I am,"

She caresses my cheek, giving me the warmest smile I have ever received.

She's gone, suddenly. I touch my cheek, still feeling the ghost of her warm touch. Along with… something wet? Am- Am I crying?

"Roman!"

I don't move. I feel stuck. But, also free, somehow. Just unsure of what to do, I guess?

"Roman! Wake up. You idiot!

"Roman!

"Oh, thank all things unholy! I thought someone was in our room, trying to murder us! You were crying, and- and whispering stuff! And it's creeping me the fuck out! And I'm not easily creeped out, you know that" Remus exclaimed as he sat on Roman's chest, grabbing his twin’s shoulders.

"Man, you're soulmate must have some twisted memories," He continued, getting off of Roman and returning to his own bed across the room.

'Yeah. Twisted…' Roman thought.

~*~*~

"You okay there, Sweetie?" Roman heard from where his head was buried on the kitchen counter. "Yeah... Just thinking about my soulmate again," he admitted.

"Another bad dream?" His mom inquired as she sat next to Roman, patting his back. "It's not just that. It's about the move. Like, we're never really sure which of our memories they see, right? But, they've seen all my memories from this place. Like, they know where I've been my entire life…" he trailed off.

"I'm just not sure how they would feel seeing a whole new different place… They don't seem to be in a place to experience a big change right now. All my life, I've just wanted to make things easier for them. And, yeah, my dreams don't really change that much. But, I make an effort, y'know?" Roman looked up at his mom to seek at least some kind of reassurance.

"I understand what you mean, and I think that what you're doing is great. And I know that you're gonna be the bestest thing that's ever gonna happen to them. But, I'm really sorry. We don't really have any choice with this move. I know your soulmate is in a dark place right now, but you can't always do everything for them. You're also your own person," His mom hugged him.

Roman felt like he was hopeless in this situation. And, he was always hoping for the best. For his soulmate or otherwise. Maybe his mom was right about putting himself first sometimes.

~*~*~

Virgil was in his first period when someone he didn't expect to walk into his classroom… walks into his classroom… They were wearing an army green shirt, a denim jacket with neon green highlights and spikes at the bottom, ripped jeans, and platform boots with more spikes and vulgar words written on them. To say that this man was familiar was an understatement. He KNEW this man's entire life THROUGH his dreams.

Virgil felt like he was trespassing someone's life. Like, he wasn't supposed to know the man. And that, they shouldn't be in any way related. Especially to their sibling.

He wasn't really ecstatic about meeting his soulmate. IN SCHOOL NO LESS. It wasn't really an ideal 'meet-your-soulmate' place for someone like Virgil.

"Alright, students, I'm sure you've all noticed that we have a new student right here. Now, why don't you go and introduce yourself, Mister," their teacher said to the denim jacket guy.

"Umm. Sup? I'm Remus Duke Kingsley. Nice to meet you all. And, if you see a guy that looks like me but without the mustache and wears red all the time, he’s always loud, you can’t miss him. That's my twin brother, Roman. The boring one," Remus says, yawning by the end of his introduction.

'HOLY FUCK, TWINS?!' Virgil thought. Fortunately(or unfortunately, depending on which part of Virgil's brain you're asking), Remus already gave him a vague description of who to look out for.

~*~*~

Virgil continues his day and falls into his daily routine, which mostly includes attempting to avoid being perceived by anyone. It usually succeeds if you exclude his friend, Patton, from ‘anyone.’ He only hopes that his soulmate also sees Patton in their dreams cuz, to be honest, Patton is the ray of sunshine everyone needs. Yeah, he was also friends with Logan, but he’s more like a moon if you ask him.

Virgil goes into the cafeteria and sits at their usual table, his back facing the entire cafeteria. He takes out a paper bag from his bag and grabs the sandwich he bought earlier, not waiting for his friends.

A few moments pass before Logan and Patton reach his table. “Hey, kiddo! You alright?” Patton says as he sits down. Virgil just gives them a nod and continues to eat. “I heard this morning that there were new students,” Logan inquires before Patton interrupts “Oh yeah! They’re twins! I have first period with one of them. He’s really nice. Oh! Hey! Roman! Over here!” Patton shouts and waves his arm toward a student that just entered the cafeteria. “Hope you guys don’t mind that I invited him over to sit with us,” He continues and flashes both Virgil and Logan a smile no one could say no to.

“Hey, Patton.” The guy says to Patton. “Hope you guys don’t mind me crashing your table. I’m Roman by the way,” Roman says to the other two. “Pleasure to meet you, Roman. I’m Logan. And, no, we wouldn’t mind at all,” Logan answered him back. Roman looked over to Virgil who just nodded and said his name. Roman then proceeded to sit next to Virgil but not paying him any mind.

And, though Virgil seemed to be calm about the situation, his mind is currently in flames having his anxiety and his gay panic fight over each other. Virgil is currently waiting for who would win, that's why he seems so calm on the outside. After finishing his sandwich, he was trying to think of something he could do to keep himself from leaving and be noticed. He looked over to Logan, attentively listening to Patton talking about the dog he saw this morning. Roman was silently eating his lunch, also listening to Patton, but looking around the cafeteria every once in a while.

It seems that Virgil’s anxiety won the fight because he decided that he doesn’t want to stick around with his friends and his apparent soulmate without doing anything. So, he stands up and excuses himself from the group. "Hey! Wait!" Roman calls after him. Virgil stops a few feet from the table to look back at Roman who was already jogging towards him.

"Virgil, right?" He assures.

Virgil nods. "Ok, there’s just something I wanna ask you. Are those two soulmates?" Roman throws his thumb back, pointing at the two left at the table. "Cuz, as much as how adorable they look together, I kinda don't want to be stuck as a third wheel," he continues.

"Oh. Yeah, those two are soulmates. Sometimes, I wonder if they ever do notice me every time I leave the table," Virgil elaborates, looking back at his friends with a slight smile.

"Umm. Class doesn't start for a few more minutes. I was wondering if I could join you for a while? Wherever you were going…" Roman trailed off, realizing he didn't know where the shorter male was headed.

"Uhh. Yeah, sure. I was just headed to the courtyard to pass the time,"

'Shit. Virgil, why are you doing this?! Why did you agree?! You have anxiety!' Virgil mentally scolded himself.

"Ok. Cool. I'll just go get my stuff," Roman flashed Virgil a smile before heading back to the table.

'Fuck. I am so screwed,' Virgil thought.

~*~*~

"So, what's the deal with those two? I mean, how did they deal with the soulmates thing?" Roman finally spoke a few moments after they found a bench to settle on. "Uhh, well. Logan is my childhood friend and the first day we started high school here, they both had a dream of roll call the other had that day, I guess? They both heard each other's name and boom. You got your glasses gays," Virgil discussed, reminiscing the events that happened that day.

Roman let out a chuckle at Virgil's last words, causing the other's heart to skip a beat. They remain silent for a while, watching the other students passing by.

"What about you?" Roman spoke up.

"What about me?" Virgil glances back.

"I mean, what about you? Have you met your soulmate? Do you know who they are? You just seem like an interesting individual to me, having to stick around knowing you're third-wheeling all the time yet valuing your time with them and your time with yourself all the same. Well, either that or I'm just embarrassed that I think you're uncomfortable with me here…" Roman rambled, rubbing the back of his neck, embarrassed.

Virgil chuckled, "Nah. I just get anxious when meeting new people. Plus, I think you're a pretty nice guy." They smiled at each other, Virgil feeling his face heat up, and looks away immediately. "And, about the soulmate thing. I think I have a clue of who they might be, I just…" he trailed off.

"What's holding you back?" Roman muttered, lowering his head, attempting to catch the other's eye. "I… I just think that my memories aren't that… for them. They're just this amazing and joyful person… I just don't think they deserve to see my bland memories every night,"

The pair fell silent, Roman feeling sympathy for the other. Virgil felt Roman shift in his seat before speaking up, "I don't think anyone's memories are ever bland."

Virgil looks up at Roman who has a far-off look with a slight smile on his lips. "I think that our dreams are what shows us what we're missing in life. What our soulmate has that we need and what we have that they need. You know, what makes you both feel complete when you're with each other," Roman smiled.

Virgil pondered on the other's statement for a while. "Is that... Is that how you feel when you're with your soulmate?" He said, being careful with his words. Roman sighed but remained smiling, "I haven't met them yet. But, what you said earlier reminded me of them. I always think they're a little different. My moms said that dreams are supposed to show my soulmate's memories. But, no one is ever sure which ones we see. Well, my dreams always have one thing in common… There's darkness every time…" Roman trailed off, looking more sad as he continued.

"Sometimes, they walk out of their house and, suddenly, everything goes dark and I see pairs of eyes staring at me as I walk. Or sometimes, they lie in bed and, suddenly, it's dark again and I'm stuck inside a box too small for me. But, there’s always this one dream that always repeats itself. Though, I'm not sure my soulmate's gonna be comfortable with me sharing," Roman finally snaps out of his trance and looks up at Virgil, looking embarrassed.

At this point, Virgil is now entirely sure that the person in front of him is his soulmate. He feels tears cloud his eyes so he looks away to play off wiping them away before looking back at Roman with pity in his expression. This is exactly what Virgil was afraid of, having his soulmate also experience the darkness that clouds him every day he wakes up.

"Wow… They- I- I don't know what to say… What are you gonna do when you meet them?" Virgil glances at Roman, pity still in his eyes. Roman let out a sigh but smiled, "I'm gonna give them the biggest hug they've ever received and reassure them that I'm always gonna be with them and that they'll never have to feel alone all the time ever again." Roman looked at Virgil with a smile. But, before he could notice the tear that fell from the other's eye, a loud shrill of their school bell rang throughout the courtyard, signaling the start of their next class.

"Talk about first impressions," Roman said with a chuckle, standing up. "Well, see you around, Virgil. I got a few more 'Hi, I'm Roman' to do," he continued, leaving Virgil on the bench.

~*~*~

I hear my converse squeak as I walk through the hallway. There are people around me, but they're all just silhouettes of the same familiar darkness. I'm walking to what seems to be the cafeteria. I sit down and grab my lunch from my bag. A few minutes pass, two figures sit in front of me. There's something familiar about them despite being two black silhouettes.

"Hey, kiddo! You alright?"

Patton?

"I heard there were new students," Logan?

Wait. Am I…

"Oh yeah! They're twins!"

Oh.

"I have first period with one of them. He's really nice. Oh! Hey! Roman! Over here!"

Before I could look over to… me…

Darkness. Again.

I hear muffled voices. Too muffled to be recognized.

I stay in darkness for what felt like hours before I get surrounded by light.

Too bright.

There's a silhouette in front of me. It doesn't have any facial features but I can feel it stare at me. Slowly, the light around me doesn't feel too bright anymore. It feels… warm and comforting. Similar to the feeling I have in my chest, along with a squeezing feeling. I feel tears cloud my eyes, but I feel happy, somehow?

I feel someone embrace me. I look up to see the silhouette. Its arms around me, like it's protecting me. I feel secure. I feel loved.

I hug back, breaking down in its arms.

"You don't have to be alone anymore"

I hear my own voice. I break down sobbing, seeking more of the silhouette's warmth.

I stopped sobbing after a while but remained in the silhouette's arms for what felt like hours.

"You gotta wake him up!" I heard a distant voice say in a hushed tone.

"No, he hasn't slept like this since who knows when… Something must've happened yesterday..."

I feel myself slowly drifting from where I was standing.

"We can just tell the school he's sick"

"On the second day?"

I feel someone caress my cheek.

"You can stay too if you want"

"Hey, sweetie," Roman opens his eyes to his mom in front of him.

"What's going on? Why are you all in our room?" Roman asks as he sits up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He eyes Remus standing in front of their mama. Their mom is sitting on the edge of Roman's bed, facing him.

"Well, sweetie. You see, you just had a full night's sleep," their mom explained.

"You looked so peaceful too," their mama added with a smile. Roman stopped to let the events of his dream last night come back to him.

"Roman, is everything ok?" Their mama walked over to him, tucking a few strands of his hair behind his ear. "Yeah… Yeah, I'm okay!" He flashed a smile to his moms, meaning what he said.

~*~*~

Roman hadn't been able to sit still ever since he got to school. 'Late', he should add. Apparently, he overslept while Remus and their moms decide whether to wake him up or not.

When they got to school in the middle of first period, they were excused because their moms were there to explain. With a slightly bent truth, of course.

Roman had to wait three(and a half) classes to talk to Virgil. They didn't have any classes together, to which Roman was bummed to find out. When the bell rang, signaling their lunch break, Roman hurriedly headed to the cafeteria. When he got there, he spotted Virgil just about to sit down at their usual table.

"Uhh. Virgil? Can I talk to you for a sec?" Roman felt awkward, to say the least.

"Uhm. Sure," Virgil replied, standing up. Roman led them under a tree in the courtyard, away from other students. They stayed silent for a while before Virgil spoke up, "So… what'd you wanted to talk about?"

Roman just stared at Virgil for a few moments, examining him, before enveloping him in a tight hug. Virgil stood frozen for a while, surprised at the gesture. He slowly placed his hands on Roman's back, still confused at the sudden affection.

"You're not alone anymore, Pumpkin," Roman said in a gentle voice, cradling the other's head. Virgil froze when he heard the nickname. His expression then softens and hugs Roman tighter, burying his face on the taller male’s shoulder.

"How did you find out?" Roman heard, slightly muffled by his jacket. "Had a dream about yesterday," Roman simply stated, not elaborating more. "What about you? You said you had a clue. Oh! That rhymed,"

They both laughed.

"I have first period with Remus and I recognized him right away," Virgil replied, his face still buried on Roman's shoulder. "Oh, I'm so sorry you have to deal with him," Roman chuckled.

"No, I'm sorry you had to deal with him your entire life,"

"Well, we're not alone anymore now, are we? Roman asked with a serious tone. Virgil parted a few inches from Roman, still holding on to him. He smiled as he looked up at Roman, "No, we're not."

This might be the last one I'll do for AU august but I'm also deciding if I should go back to the prompts I missed when I was sick hmm

I wish I included Remus more in this but it was already 3k words and thats the longest I've ever written so maybe its for the best XD

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azure-firecracker · 3 years

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For your prompt list, can you do #36- "I never wanted to hurt you' for Azutara.

I'm gonna set this one up a bit if that's ok. This prompt reminds me of a scene from the soulmate au I'm working on (hopefully will one day finish lol)

If you don't wanna use this then that's absolutely fine. With that being said, here's the relevant info.

-Soulmarks are rare to appear. Everyone has a soulmate, but the only thing that's guaranteed is that you'll be in the general vicinity of them at some point in your life. The mark won't appear until you directly speak to each other, in this case it was the throne room scene from the show. When you are both aware of the mark, you become spiritually connected. This connection is different for every person. In thier case, the mark worked two ways 1) during moments of high stress, the non-stressed one's spirit is pulled to the other (think astral projection but they can't be seen) to provide support/comfort. 2) they see various memories of the other through dreams. I plan on using this aspect to build a connection between them since they hardly directly interacted during the show. Katara's memories and some of the actions Azula witnesses from Katara both inspire her to want to be a better ruler and show her that Katara is her equal. Katara sees a lot of the more negative memories of Azula, like when her mother implied there was something wrong with her, harsh training from Ozai, her mother disappearing, Zuko's Agni Kai. Azula also has anxiety from her past traumas so, needless to say, Katara's been providing quite a bit of comfort (Azula has a mark mirroring Katara's necklace and Katara has one of a Blue Dragon going down her spine)

Next point - the Crossroads of Destiny never happened. Azula freed Katara after seeing the soulmark. She didn't tell her about it and instead offered a deal. Her freedom in exchange for information on Zuko's location. Azula had the Dai lee lower the walls before trying to capture Zuko, so he had already fled when she goes to capture him.

Azula gets called back to the fire nation by Ozai, leaving War Minister Qin in charge of the city. When she gives her report to Ozai, she left out the info about Katara, which Ozai knew about thanks to Qin's report sent via messenger hawk. He accuses her of trying to hide her failure and also brings up her inability to capture Zuko. He decides to overlook the slight in lieu of her victory but threatens her to never fail him again. Katara saw all of this and her spirit is pulled behind the princess as she returned to her room and proceeded to lose her public composure, falling into a panic attack. That was the first time Katara provided comfort but the relevant part is Ozai's threat.

Later, on the Day of Black Sun, Azula had decided she was going to leave the capital, planning to teach Aang firebending. Her plan was to safely slip into the night after the invasion (she didn't leave during it because she needed to make sure her people were protected). She set up a plan to stall Aang using far more Dai lee than she did in the show. She gave them orders not to capture him however. With the invasion thwarted, she went to give her report to Ozai. She didn't get a chance to speak as he started laying into her about allowing the Avatar to escape. (Katara astral projects in. At this point her body is on Appa as they prepare to flee) When she tried to speak Ozai back handed her yelling/asking when she became so weak. The sudden movement shifted her shirt enough for Ozai the see a hint of blue in her neck. He pulls down her collar revealing the soulmark. The last thing Katara sees is Ozai throw Azula back, causing her to stumble as he calls he a born traitor throwing lightning in the process.

This is a spoiler point. I have Ty lee rescuing Azula with airbending. As the lightning kept from Ozai's fingers, she slammed him with a gust of wind, sending him flying. The lightning, with it's trajectory changed, strikes Azula in the shoulder. When Ozai looks back, the room is empty.

Ty lee, following the spiritual connection through Azula's aura, brings her to the Western Air Temple.

I'm curious to see your take on what happens next and this prompt seemed to fit it quite well. Perhaps you'll have Katara speaking to an unconscious Azula. Or maybe you'll have a couple scenes, one when Azula arrives and another when combustion man attacks, having Azula wake up, stumble out and strike him with lightning leading to Katara freaking out about her condition. There are really a lot of different ways this could go. If you decide to do it, I admit I'm very interested to see what you come up with. 🙂

Sorry this took so long but I really wanted to make sure I got this right, especially after you left all of those wonderful comments on my fic! This AU is absolutely incredible, and I hope I did it justice.

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Katara awoke with a gasp and found herself lying on a flat stone ledge. Around her were her friends, each looking dejected after their recent failure. But Katara had other things on her mind.

She hadn’t told her friends about the blue dragon that had appeared on her back in Ba Sing Se, or where she really found herself when she “fell asleep.” She wasn’t exactly sure why she hadn’t told them. It was partially because they had so much going on already, but partially because she was afraid they wouldn’t trust Azula.

Azula...the girl had turned out to be so much more than Katara had ever imagined. Far from pure evil, she was a broken teenager with fierce protectiveness deep inside her, and Katara had found that they weren’t as different as she’d once thought. She was her soulmate, as strange as that was. Katara never would have expected it, but she had come to care deeply about her.

She paced the Air Temple in worry, wishing she could do more than just move her spirit into Azula’s mind, that she could help in some way. The last thing she remembered was seeing the girl at the mercy of her father. Katara thought she would know if Azula had died, but her heart still ached with fear.

« Help! » came a cry from far above. Katara leaped to her feet and glanced up into the sky. There was a Fire Nation airship zigzagging towards them. Sokka raised his sword, but Katara held out her hand to stop him. This ship was clearly being flown by someone who didn’t know what they were doing. Something wasn’t right.

The ship suddenly tipped forward, pointing straight down and hurtling towards the bottom of the canyon. At the last moment, Katara saw a strange form leap from the front window towards them, falling just short of the edge of the cliff. Katara raced towards them, but Aang was faster, leaping off the edge with his glider, falling into a dive. A moment later, he was back, and he wasn’t alone. Ty Lee was hanging on to his feet with one hand, and somehow she was helping propel them through the air. Was she...was she airbending? In her other arm was the limp body of Azula. Katara felt her heart leap.

Katara raced towards them as they landed on the side of the ledge. Aang and Ty Lee began a conversation, but Katara barely registered it. She ran straight to Azula and dropped to her knees, instinctively scooping the girl up in her arms. Thank the spirits, she thought. Azula was alive, if weak.

Quickly, Katara drew her water out of her pouch, her hands moving over Azula’s shoulder, feeling the electricity coursing through her. Healing Azula was, in some ways, the easiest thing she’d ever done, because the pattern of her heart and her spirit was so similar to her own.

Azula stirred in Katara’s lap and slowly opened her eyes. As her vision cleared, she groaned, and tears instantly filled her eyes.

« I’m sorry, Katara. »

Katara blinked. « What for? »

Azula sighed, tears still spilling down her cheeks. « I’m sorry that you’ve got me for whatever this soulmate thing is. You’ve done everything for me. You showed me compassion when no one else would, you calmed me down, you were open with me when you never had to be. You made me a better person. And me? All I did was hurt you. I tried to kill your friends, and now my father won’t stop until he kills me too. I’m a failure and a monster. » She looked up, right into Katara’s eyes. « I never meant to hurt you. »

Katara suspected that the girl’s weak physical state was part of what was making her so vulnerable. She’d never seen Azula be so honest, even with herself. It made her heart swell, with sadness for the girl who’d been made to believe she was a monster, when Katara knew that that couldn’t be further from the truth.

She pulled Azula up into a tight hug. She’d never hugged her before, but it felt right. Like they’d been made to put their arms around each other just like that. « Azula, you’re my soulmate. I...I love you. I love you because you’re a person, because you’re passionate and strong and human. You could never be a monster. »

Azula didn’t speak, maybe because she was still too injured, maybe because she had nothing to say. She just wrapped her arms tighter around Katara, and held onto her like she was the most important thing in the world.

A voice came from behind them.

« Wait a second. She’s your WHAT?! »

***

This was a super fun prompt! You’re amazing so I hope it made you happy! This is an amazing idea and I can’t wait to see where you go with it!!!

#ask the theater nerd #mini fics #avatar the last airbender #atla #atla azula #azula atla #azula avatar #azula #katara atla #atla katara #katara avatar #katara #azutara #kazula

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randompurplepanthergorl · 2 years

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Soulmate AU: Plushies (Garcello x Camellia)

Read on AO3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34905514/chapters/86917462

Rating: T (for cussing)

Ships: Look at the title

Prompt used:

Soulmate au where everyone has a plushie doll that looks like their soulmate(s).

Basic route: You cannot get rid of them because every night you sleep, they pop up right next to you.

Angst route: You can see injuries that the soulmate gets via tears in the doll.

I got the prompt from just-another-otp-prompt-blog

Warning, this oneshot was written a little lazily-

Garcello walked up to the familiar apartment door and took his keys, he and his best friend shared an apartment and shared the rent. He was deadass tired and was looking forward to going to sleep after that encounter with that blue-haired midget. He knew his girl's father was gonna kick his ass for not completing the task but as of right now, he did not care, he opened the door and walked in shutting it behind him, instead of going to his room he then sat down on the couch and enjoyed the sunrise for a minute before laying down, pulling his hat over his head hoping to get a nap in at least.

"Morning Garcello! Why you sleeping on the couch?"

Garcello jumped up and looked at the clock. '8:40, at least I got ONE hour of sleep' he thought. "Morning Annie." He said stretching before putting his hat back on.

"I'm making breakfast, also, what's with the new plush?"

Garcello was confused. "Plush? What new plush?" "This one." She shoved it into his hands the plush making a squeak noise and walked to the kitchen.

He sat up and held it so he could see it better, the plush was 8 inches tall and had a chibi character build, it had cream colored hair with reddish streaks in it, pale skin, lines on its chin (which Garcello assumed was supposed to be facial hair) and teal eyes with glasses covering them. It wore a grey suit with a black shirt, grey pants, black and blue shoes, headphones with light blue earmuffs where around it's neck and to complete the outfit it had a grey fedora on top of it's head.

Garcello squished it in his hands it making a squeak noise, it was very cute but he did not know WHY it was here. It just straight up spanned out of NOWHERE. "Okay, I don't know WHERE you came from but I guess I have no choice but to keep you as of right now."

He then went on with his day like normal (IDK what to write for that-), until it was bedtime that is.

Garcello took his jacket/open sweatshirt (whatever it is) off along with his hat and shoes leaving him only in his shirt and sweatpants he put the weird plushy on the couch and head off to bed.

He flicked the light to his room on and;

"GAAAAHhg-" He barked in surprise.

The plush was ON HIS PILLOW. He left it, ON THE COUCH.

Garcello huffed and slowed his breathing, he nearly died of smoking he did not want to die of a heart attack at only age 26.

'Relax Garce. Annie might just be playing a prank on you, or you're mind could be playing tricks on you and you never actually put it on the couch' he thought to himself. "Alright, lets get you out of here." He said picking it up and bringing it back to the living room.

He walked back to his room and there it was again; on his pillow.

Garcello glared. "Alright. This isn't funny." He then picked it up, locked it in his closet and went to bed.

The next morning he oddly felt more comfort that normal, as if there was another person in the bed with him, not in a creepy way but in the sense the person he was always meant to be with/his current partner (if he had one) had slept with him all night.

He opened his eyes and saw, that the plush was DIRECTLY ON HIS FACE.

"GRAAAAGhhH-" He screeched almost immediately YEETING it across the hall it making a loud 'SQUEAK' noise when it hit the wall.

"THE FUCK?!"

Garcello got up and walked to where it was and picked it up. "There is something wrong with this doll-"

He looked at the clock. '7:13' Annie is still asleep at this time so he decided to try and keep it down.

He heard a knock at the door, he looked out the peephole. But he did not see anyone, he then unlocked and opened it, still nobody.

"Beep. (Down here.)"

He looked down and saw the dwarf sized rapper BF.

Garcello ran his hand through his hair confused. "Hey little man. How did you find out where I live?"

"Beep bop skee dop. (I became friends with your friend and she said you live with her and told me the address.)"

"Okay, why you here?"

"Skee doop dop beep bop! (I recently rap battled a half sea-urchin DJ dude named 'Camellia' he actually invited me for round 2, he said I could bring two other people with me to be in front row, obviously the first person I'm picking is my GF, but I wanted to know if you wanted to be the second person!)"

Garcello thought about it, on one hand he had to deal with a creepy plushie. But on the other hand it sounded like fun and maybe there was someone who could help him with it. "Why not little man?"

"Beep! (Yay!)"

"Beep blop skeep doop dop beep. (We have to leave in twenty minutes so go and get dressed.)"

Wow, that was earlier then Garcello was expecting but he was fine with that. He closed the door, only to see the plushy has spanned from the hallway to his sweatpants pocket. "DAMNIT STUPID YET VERY CUTE PLUSHY."

After the round two rap battle BF said he, GF and Garcello could go backstage and meet the man he rap battled himself.

"So, you're one of BF's friends right?"

Garcello turned and only reached up to his stomach, he looked up and saw the man was 8ft tall. Now Garcello felt like the little man being only 5'11- Which was tall but short in comparison to a man that was EIGHT feet tall EIGHT. "Y-yeah." He responded sounding nervous because one, this dude is famous and two, wouldn't you if you where talking to an 8ft tall man? Although to be far BF was fine talking to him and HE didn't even reach his KNEECAPS.

Then suddenly Garcello realized something: That creepy plush, that was currently in his pocket, looked exactly like him- He was about to say something before he saw something. "What's that?"

The guy walked over and picked it up. "This? I don't even know, it just randomly spanned one day and won't leave me alone.

Garcello got a better look at it, it also had a chibi build, it's eyes where hidden by a hat, it had green hair and lines on its chin which was supposed to be facial hair, it had a larger build then his own, it was 5.11 inches tall and it wore brown shoes, green pants, a white shirt and a black jacket/sweatshirt. Garcello realized it was HIM in the form of a plushy.

"I have the same problem-" He held up his own.

BF butted in. "Beep bop blorp skeep dep! Bep bop! Skee dep? Skeep bep! (Well, it's clear you're both meant to be together. It's a soulmate thing going on here! How do you think I met my girlfriend? This exact scenario!)"

Garcello looked up. "Well, if that's the case, then lets get to know eachother better, if you want. I'm Garcello."

"Camellia. And I'd like that."

#fnf #fnf camellia #fnf garcello #rarepair #rare paring #rare ship #can this be called a crackship???? IDK #writing #oneshot

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