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27dragons · 5 months

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New Year Countdown: Dec 22

Of all 32 fics I've written for this countdown (31 days of December plus one for Jan 1, and they're all written!) this one gave me the most trouble. Possibly because I consider "Smaller Without You" to be my definitive Stony soulmate AU? Anyway, have a different Stony Soulmate AU!

Dec 22 - Stony - Soulmates AU - Tinsel

Steve brought his wrapped gifts into the common room to put them under the tree, only to find it surrounded on all sides with stepladders. “What the hell?”

The elevator opened to reveal Tony carrying a stack of boxes nearly higher than he could see over. “Steve! I thought you’d gone skating with the others!”

“No, I had some things I wanted to get done here,” Steve said. “What’s with the ladders?”

“Oh! Well.” Tony put the boxes down. He plucked one off the top and turned it to show Steve. It contained, according to the writing, two thousand strands of silver tinsel. “It was sort of a tradition. The tree would go up right after Thanksgiving, and it was lovely of course. But then on Christmas Eve, my mom would put the tinsel on. It took her half the day - she practically hung every strand individually.” He smiled nostalgically. “When I was older, I got to help, but when I was very little, she’d do it while Jarvis took me out for the day, and when we got back, it was a magical transformation. When they all said they were going to go out skating today, I thought...” He shrugged.

“No, I get it. That’s sweet,” Steve said. “But the ladders?”

“Oh, that’s just so I don’t have to keep moving one around. My other idea was to use the suit, so--”

Steve was laughing. “No, don’t get the suit. You’re ridiculous, Tony, you know that?”

Tony grinned and rocked on his heels. “It’s part of my charm.”

“It’s part of something, anyway,” Steve snarked, ignoring the way his neck grew warm. “Why don’t I help you out, and then you won’t need quite so many ladders?” He folded two of the ladders and set them aside, which gave him enough space to tuck his presents for the team up under the tree’s branches.

“If you insist,” Tony said, handing a box of tinsel to Steve. “I thought you had things to get done, though.”

Steve opened the box and ran his fingers over the shimmering silver strands. “My ma’s tradition was to wait until I was out and then put the presents under the tree. She always swore Santa had come while I was gone, even after I was old enough to know better.”

“Is that why you always wait until the last minute to bring yours out?” Tony asked. “Huh. And here I thought you were just procrastinating with your shopping.”

“You ought to know me better than that,” Steve chided, smiling. “It’s surprisingly hard to find a time when no one is here.”

“Trying to out-stealth the Wonder Twins won’t go very well for you,” Tony warned with a chuckle, “but don’t worry, I won’t out you.”

Steve watched Tony hanging tinsel for a moment so he could match the pattern of it, then went to work. “I’m sorry I never met your mom,” he said after a few minutes. “She sounds like a great lady.”

“She had her faults,” Tony said, “but who doesn’t? I was in awe of her.”

“Anyone who could keep up with Howard had to be awe-worthy,” Steve agreed. “What color were their soulmarks?”

Tony paused. “They weren’t soulmates,” he said. “She was pretty sure the boy who would’ve been hers had died when they were both in school together. Dad never said if he suspected he’d met his, but his wrist was blank his whole life.”

“Oh. Is that why you’re so...”

Tony finished placing a few strands and then raised an eyebrow at him. “So what?”

Steve fought a blush. “You just don’t seem to mind that you haven’t found yours, yet.”

“Well,” Tony said lightly, “if they aren’t as amazing as Pepper, I’m not sure I want to find them. What about yours? Your wrist is still blank, too, but I don’t see you out on the dating scene.”

Steve shook his head. “I’m pretty sure mine died in the war.”

Tony huffed a little. “Well, that brought down the mood. Sorry.”

“No, it’s all right,” Steve said. He picked up another several strands of tinsel and carefully draped them where the tree’s lights would make them dance. “I’ve made my peace with it.”

“But you’re not interested in dating someone if there’s no chance they’ll turn out to be the one who colors your mark?”

Steve lost the fight with the blush, that time. “I didn’t say that. It’s just...”

“Just?” Tony was awfully close, suddenly.

Steve licked his lips, and watched as Tony’s eyes flicked down to his mouth, then back up.

It wasn’t the right moment. But it was never going to be the right moment, was it? This moment was the one Steve had. He took a breath. “Tony?”

“Yeah?”

Steve leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss against Tony’s mouth. “I don’t need a mark to know you’re the one for me.”

#my writing #countdown to 2024 #stony #soulmates au #of course immediately after they kiss they realize their soulmarks have colored in #but instead of a solid color #it looks like they're filled with strands of tinsel #i tried to write that big like 6 times and it always sucked #so you can just imagine it #lol

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imnotoverlyobsessive · 3 years

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Here’s the next chapter! Hope you enjoy. Also a big thank you to @edward-or-ford, as always, for his invaluable feedback!

Chapter Five: Into the Night

It’s three AM, I’m outside your window. Jump the fence; dad will never know. And then you took control of the radio, turned up all the songs I know. I’m risking everything, and that’s alright with me. - The Summer Set, Passenger Seat

Mabel Caroline Pines, age seventeen, five foot three (and a Virgo, for interested parties) was positively average. As in, she was perfectly fine. Reasonably acceptable. Nothing to gawk at, sure, but certainly not a goblin or in any way repulsive.

Her face was average, her boobs were average, her hair was average, her butt was average. Even her feet were average-sized. There was nothing inherently wrong with Mabel’s appearance. Sure, she’d change the odd thing here and there if given the chance to do so (the length of her eyelashes, for example, or the natural shape of her eyebrows).

Of course, Mabel would never admit such things out loud. How could she? It would ruin the confidence she pretended to have, and that simply wouldn’t do.

To be fair to herself, which she always tried to be, Mabel was quite skilled at creativity-driven tasks. However, no amount of creative proficiency could have prevented the required sleuthing, as well as pre-sleuth planning and timing, that one particular evening required in order to be pulled off.

Mabel didn’t deign to share with Candy and Grenda exactly whom she was meeting (“I’m sneaking out to meet my brother in the dead of night” hardly warrants a forty-five minute shower where she spent the majority of the time shaving parts of her body that didn’t strictly need shaving as they wouldn’t be seen, thirty minutes of blow drying and styling one’s hair, thirty more minutes of makeup application, the nervousness, not to mention the outfit-picking-out process), but she did say she was meeting a boy she might’ve sorta kinda had a teensy bit of a thing for. Her friends knew her well enough to know she was understating her feelings a great deal, of course, but they didn’t pry. Okay, they did, but they didn’t pry too much.

In any case, Mabel was quite pleased with the results of her hour in the bathroom mirror. She’d drenched the ever-loving crap out of her hair in glitter spray as she brushed it, and the hot air of the hair dryer made the spray set in so it didn’t get on Candy’s fingers while she began a partial French braid at the crown of Mabel’s head.

Y’know, the sort of hairstyle that, to the untrained eye, didn’t look like it took a whole lot of time and effort, when in reality, it 100% did.

“Why can’t we use bright red lipstick again, or wing your eyeliner?” Grenda complained.

“Because,” Mabel said emphatically. “If Di-“ Cutting herself off and pressing her lips together tightly, collecting her thoughts. Candy raised a slender eyebrow before Mabel continued. “If he sees winged eyeliner and bright red lipstick, he’ll think something’s up! I don’t want him to know I’m interested!”

“But you want him to look deep into your eyes, and the eyeliner will draw attention to them,” reminded Grenda.

“Yeah, and bright red lipstick will draw attention to your lips, which means he’s more likely to think about kissing you,” agreed Candy.

Mabel sighed and held up a tube of lipstick that was just a few shades darker than her natural lip color.

“The pink will do that same thing without being too obvious about it. If he’s interested, he’ll notice my lips and my boobs, and if he’s not, then, well… then he’s not, I guess.”

“Fair enough, I suppose,” Grenda conceded.

Candy was silent for a moment, staring searchingly at Mabel’s face. “Who did you say you were meeting again?”

“I- I didn’t,” Mabel stuttered briefly, covering her discomfort by turning her attention to applying the lipstick. This was just as well, as if she had seen Candy’s highly suspicious expression, she would’ve been even more nervous than she already was, and it should be noted that that was no small amount by any measure.

Perfect. Just the right amount of “LOOK AT ME” vibes from her lips.

Grabbing a bottle of perfume, she sprayed a bit on her wrist, rubbing it against her other one, and then on her neck and under her ears.

“You guys sure this outfit isn’t too much? I don’t want him to think I’m trying to impress him, and the heels, I dunno...”

Both girls shook their heads furiously. “No, it’s perfect! And we already coordinated your makeup and jewelry so no way are we changing it up now!” Grenda exclaimed.

“Mhm,” Candy agreed. “And the heels are perfect! They make your hips sway extra when you walk and they make your butt stuck out a little bit! They’re not even that high, he probably won’t even notice you’re wearing them.”

Right. Nobody wore jeans when they were trying to impress somebody. Well, not when they were being obvious about it, anyway. And Mabel was certainly trying her hardest not to be obvious.

And she was 100% trying to impress Dipper. She wanted Dipper to see her and wish she wasn’t his sister, wish they shared a soulmark. She wanted him to ache so badly for her that it felt like his bones were trying to escape his skin.

She ached for him that way, after all. It was only fair she made him ache for her in return. Even if it was only once, only for a split second.

When Mabel’s phone chimed to signal she’d gotten a text, she snatched it up before either of her friends could sneak a peek at the screen.

I’m outside read Dipper’s text. Then a second one came in with a whoosh from her phone’s speaker. Lights are off so nobody can see my car but I’m here.

Mabel wasn’t sure where her heart was. It might’ve been in her stomach, or perhaps her throat, or maybe even Candy’s basement, but it most definitely was not in her chest.

“He’s here,” Mabel said quietly, standing on shaky legs. God, why had she worn heels? What had she been thinking?

“Are you ready?!” Grenda demanded excitedly.

“Nope,” Mabel squeaked out.

“Yes you are!” Candy said firmly. “You are absolutely ready! You look hot, girl, you’re gonna make him jizz his pants just from looking at you!”

Mabel seriously doubted that, and she would most definitely laugh if it happened. But yeah, it wasn’t gonna happen. Because no matter how much time Mabel spent on making herself look her prettiest, Dipper would only ever see her as his sister.

Still, though. A girl could dream, right?

Mabel has never really considered Candy’s first floor bedroom being an asset before, but it most certainly had become one. Climbing out a window was far easier if that window was on the ground floor.

Still, staring out into the blackness of the cold Oregon night as Candy popped out her window screen and set it to the side, Mabel wondered how she had gotten there. Thirteen minutes before midnight, done up like she was going on a date, about to climb out her friend’s bedroom window and tiptoe through the front yard to secretly meet her twin brother whom she just so happened to be in love with, praying to every deity she’d ever heard of that he hadn’t found his soulmate.

Not yet, she pleaded silently, staring at the outline of his car, just a shade darker than the trees and the night sky, barely visible at all. Let me have him to myself just a little longer.

She wasn’t ready to share him with another girl. She never really would be, but in time, she’d come to accept it. She had to, right? There was no other option. She wanted him to be happy. Even if it wasn’t with her, even if it made her feel like her body was consuming itself from the inside out, she wanted him to be happy.

“Mabel?” Grenda asked cautiously.

“I’m fine,” she assured her friend. She couldn’t mess up her makeup by crying.

Mascara and eyeliner were a bitch to fix.

Bracing herself on the windowsill, she put one jean-clad leg over and out the window, then the other.

Looking back at her friends in the light of Candy’s bedroom one last time, second guessing herself for half a second (she’d never snuck out before, after all), Mabel smiled shakily. Both her friends beamed back at her. Candy leaned down the couple of inches required to be at Mabel’s eye level.

“Knock ‘em dead.”

Grenda nodded enthusiastically. “And tell us everything when you get back!”

Grinning, Mabel hopped out of the window only to immediately realize that heels and frosty grass were not a great mix, and thus struggled to maintain her balance.

“Wait!” Grenda whisper-yelled.

Whipping her head around to look at her friends staring out at her through the window, Mabel smiled as Candy hastily squashed the essentials (phone, lipstick, tampons, breath mints, makeup remover wipes, and a compact mirror) into a purse before shoving it into the hand Grenda had stretched out behind her and was flailing about wildly, signalling to hurry the fuck up, Candy, time is of the essence here before finally tossing it at Mabel, who caught it with minimal fumbling and put it over her shoulder.

“We’ll leave the window unlocked. Let us know if you aren’t gonna come home tonight!” Grenda informed Mabel with an exaggerated wink and closed the window.

Mabel rolled her eyes affectionately and did her very best to hobble over to Dipper’s car with as much dignity as she could muster.

Heels and grass did not mix, and they extra-dextra didn’t mix when the grass was wet and very, very cold.

Reaching the curb, she perched her feet on it, and reached slowly, ever so slowly, towards the handle, and heard the click of the lock being undone from the inside. She couldn’t see in the windows; it was too dark.

The chill of the winter night bit into her fingers as they brushed the silver door handle, and she exhaled as she grasped it, her breath visible in the cold air.

Grasping the handle, Mabel opened the door slowly, and the overhead light in the car switched on automatically.

“Hurry!” Dipper whispered urgently. “Don’t want anyone to see the light.”

Mabel moved to sit in the passenger seat of his car as quickly as she could with the amount of shaking her limbs were doing, and settled in, closing the door behind her.

“Where are we going?” She asked, too afraid to look at him in the dim light of the streetlamp. She’d have to strain her eyes a great deal to see him, anyway.

“The woods. Not far from here. Just… somewhere nobody will see my car and recognize it.”

“Awfully recognizable, are ya now?” She tried to joke, but it came out stilted and awkward. Could he tell how nervous, no, how terrified, she was?

She could almost hear the shrug in his voice as he started the car, not turning the headlights on until they turned a corner.

“I mean… it’s a really small town. I don’t think there’s anybody here whose name I don’t know. So yeah, they all know what my car looks like,” he said it quietly, and it occurred to Mabel just then that he hadn’t turned on any music. The silence was suffocating.

Not knowing what to say, Mabel remained silent for a bazillion years, watching the trees pass them by. It was nothing like California, where the activity never stopped, just changed. It was quiet. Peaceful. Suffocating.

Okay, so it wasn’t actually a bazillion years. More like ten minutes. But hell if it didn’t feel like a bazillion years.

Dipper pulled into a clearing and put the car in park. It wasn’t a road, but it had clearly been driven over many a time.

The light came on again as he switched gears, and he turned the headlights back off. Turning to look at each other, really look at each other, for the first time since that afternoon, they found themselves speechless.

Dipper was, in a word, breathtaking. The soft glow of the overhead light lit the shadows on his face in such a way that his eyes almost seemed to glow, and his hair fell over his forehead in the most adorable way, and his lips were slightly parted and his cheeks were flushed from the cold.

It was warm in the car, but what else could his cheeks be flushed from?

“You look…” he coughed, looking at his lap briefly. “Nice,” he finished weakly.

“Thanks,” she managed to force out. Even a syllable was a struggle. God, how had she never been alone with him before? Why was the atmosphere so incredibly different? She didn’t even feel like herself!

“So… here’s the thing, Mabel…” he trailed off.

“The thing?”

“Yeah, the thing I wanted to talk to you about. Y’know. The thing,” he held his hands out and accentuated the last word with a movement.

“Errr… sorry, no. I don’t know what you’re talking about, bro-bro,” she shook her head. “You literally just left me a ultra-mega cryptic note saying you had to tell me something and that’s it.”

He nodded, ran a hand through his hair, and when he turned his head just so his jawline came into the light and- good god why? Why must the gods torture Mabel thus?

“Right. I guess…” he blinked rapidly, staring determinedly off in the direction of absolutely nothing. “I guess you wouldn’t, huh?”

“Is… is everything okay?” She asked him softly. “It’s gotta be pretty important for you to want a one-on-one meeting like this, so…”

“Yeah, I mean, no… I mean. Ugh. I dunno.” He ran a hand over his face, clearly agonizing over something.

What in the actual ever-loving fuck was going on?

“Dip,” she said, forcing a sternness she definitely didn’t feel into her voice. “What’s going on?”

“Right,” he said with a nod that appeared to be more to himself than to her, and then looked at her. There was something in his eyes. Mabel didn’t know what it was, but whatever was in his gaze, she knew in her very soul that it was the exact opposite of the frost on the grass outside the car.

Not that that made any sense, of course, but that was the only conclusion she could come to without at least forty-five minutes of analysis.

“Right,” he said again. “I guess… I guess it would probably be easier to just… show you, maybe…”

“Uh. Okay?” Mabel blinked. Show her what now?

Dipper held out his arm, palm up, except his fist was clenched so tightly his knuckles were white. His eyes were shut, too, and in much the same way, and then…

And then he took a deep breath, held it, and yanked his sleeve up.

Mabel’s eyes were fixed on the inside of his wrist. Dipper’s soulmark was a shooting star with the outline of a tree in the center.

Exactly like hers.

#gravity falls fanfiction #gf fanfiction #Pinecest #gravity falls #Mabel pines #dipper pines #fanfiction #fanfic #looks like someone picked a whole bushel of oopsie daisies #my writing

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music-es-vida · 4 years

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SOULMATE AU - LUCAS/DOYOUNG

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

A few weeks had gone by, and it was finally time for you to get your cast off.

Doyoung had offered to come with you again so your mom wouldn’t have to, but he was also planning to show you that he was your soulmate this way— instead of just telling you.

His plan was to put his wrist up next to yours right after you were freed from the cast, to surprise you.

…

“Alright, you’re good to go.” The doctor smiled, and you grinned, excited to see your soumark again for the first time in a while. “Thanks,” you reply, and she nods.

“Wait— what? It changed!!” you yell with wide eyes.

Doyoung, who had been rehearsing in his mind how he was gonna tell you, immediately got up from the chair in the corner and came over to see what you were talking about.

“Oh no, This can’t be happening--” He thought to himself, panicking.

“Woah~ you’re right. Wasn’t it neon green before?” The doctor asks in shock.

She was the same doctor who thought it’d be funny to give you the matching cast, but even she hadn’t seen anything like this before— since changing soulmarks was so rare.

“Yeah.. it’s a red heart now..” You say, breathing unevenly, trying to process what you were seeing.

“But that means..”

Doyoung’s heart shattered when he saw your new soulmark, quickly pulling up his sleeve to see if his was still there.

“It’s gone.”

Suddenly, you got up and ran out the room.

“Y/n, where are you going? Wait—” Doyoung asked, running after you.

“I have to find Lucas! He really was the one after all this time— I knew it,” you say, tearfully, with a happy smile. You just had to find him.

After hearing that, Doyoung just froze where he stood, letting you go.

Deep down he knew Lucas would win in the end. He wasn’t surprised.

“But what if I can make it change back?” He briefly thought, searching for an excuse to follow after you, but he was too late.

Once he got outside, he saw you in Lucas’ arms. “No-”

As Lucas leaned down to kiss you, Doyoung had to look away.

It wasn’t fair.

…

“Huh? You’re up at this time again? Was it another nightmare?” Mark, who had been watching tv, asks from the couch. Doyoung ignores him, slamming the door to the bathroom behind him. “Yeesh,” Mark said, scrunching his eyebrows up.

…

You didn’t see Doyoung in class this morning, and it made you worry something was wrong— since he never missed classes. (He slept through them, but never missed any).

During lunch, Ms. Thompson came by to remind you to pick up your things from the dance committee room at the end of the day— since you’d been temporarily suspended, and you nodded.

“This is stupid, I wasn’t the only one drinking at that party..” You thought to yourself in annoyance.

At the end of the day, you did as you were told, and walked down to the room the dance committee used to meet and plan things, with Aisha. “At least there’s next year, Y/n,” Aisha says, trying to cheer you up about it and you nod.

When you got to the room, you saw Yuta and Taeyong horse-playing. “Guys! Stop messing around, we still have to figure out what we’re gonna do about the decorations, and catering before Ms. Thompson gets here,” Aisha says with an annoyed expression.

Ms. Thompson had agreed to help with sound equipment, but literally everything else was on y’all-- well, not on you anymore. They still had a lot of work to do and the dance was coming up soon. Yuta, who had Taeyong in a headlock, releases him, but not before you saw his neon green soulmark.

Your eyes immediately went wide.

“Yuta.. your soulmark—” “What? Does it match yours?” He laughs, holding it out for you to see, and you get a better look at it, realizing it was different from yours. “You wish.. Is it the same color as Taeyong’s?” You ask, noticing Taeyong’s was also neon green. This was so strange. “Yeah- me and all the other guys have this neon green color, it’s kinda crazy,” he chuckles.

“Moonbin and all his friends are like that too— different soulmarks, but the same color,” Aisha adds.

“Wow.. it’s like we were all meant to be friends or something,” Taeyong says. “Yeah— except Doyoung,” Yuta laughs.

“What—”

“Right, we’re more like frenemies.” “Hold up, hold up,” you interrupt, having a mixture of a confused and shocked look on your face. “What did you mean by that? —Isn’t Doyoung’s soulmark purple?” You ask, shaking your head, and the two return the confused look, like they had no idea what you were talking about.

“I remember seeing it— it was a devil!” You say, fully convinced that that was what you saw.

Taeyong and Yuta exchange confused looks, before finally remembering the prank they had played on Doyoung that day. “Ohh-- you thought that was real?!” Yuta busts out laughing, confusing you even more. It was even funnier to them now that they knew it actually looked believable.

“It wasn’t real?” “No, we drew that on him when he was sleeping in class,” Yuta answers in between giggles. “You actually thought that was his soulmark? This is hilarious.” “Right. I think his actual soulmark was like— ..three music notes or something like that,” Taeyong laughs.

...

Before you knew it, your legs were carrying you out the door. “Y/n— where are you going? You left all your stuff!” Aisha called after you, but you had already sprinted down the hall. You had to tell Doyoung.

As you ran, your mind flashed back to all the times you’d run into him. Everything was clicking now.

The day soulmarks came in, when he bumped into you in class.

The day after soulmarks came in, when you both fell in the grass.

(It was a blurry memory that had returned, but--) that day at the party when you’d bumped into him while you were drunk, and he caught you.

When you had bumped into each other as kids..

You were running into him for a reason.

As you ran down the many steps, exiting the building, you ran right past Lucas, who called after you. He was waiting for you to come out, so he could tell you something important.

“Y/n-- wait up,” he called after you, and you stopped in your tracks. “Lucas.. I just found out something crazy,” you say, trying to catch your breath. “Me too.. You go first,” he says, taking a seat on a step.

You sit down next to him, gathering your thoughts, before saying, “Doyoung is my soulmate.”

Lucas’ bright expression fades. He doesn’t have much of a reaction, so you lift an eyebrow at him. You’d expected at least an *eyebrows raise* or something— but he had no reaction.

“..You knew, didn’t you?” You ask, scrunching your eyebrows together.

Again, he doesn’t answer, and you stand up, pissed. “Wow. I can’t believe this,” you say, walking down the rest of the stairs, but he gets up to stop you.

“Y/n wait, I can explain—” “Explain what? How you’re allowed to have your soulmate, and i’m not?” You roll your eyes, trying to walk away again, but he steps in front of you.

You were tired of him being so possessive over you for (seemingly) no reason.

“Can you get out of my way? I don’t wanna speak to you,” you say, walking around him.

“Y/n wait— ..I didn’t tell you because I like you.” He blurts out, and you freeze in your tracks. “I mean.. I think I love you,” he corrects himself.

“How many surprises am I gonna get today?”

You wonder to yourself in shock.

“I wanted you all to myself, so I didn’t tell you he was your soulmate..” Lucas admits, and you turn back around to face him. “Why? Why now,” You ask, shaking your head with a bitter smile.

Why did he wait until *after* you got over your crush on him to tell you this?

”I didn’t know I liked you until another guy came into the picture,” he says, shrugging his shoulders. “What about Isabella?” “I’m done with her.. I found out she was the one who posted that video of you,” he says, and your eyes go wide, but you really weren’t surprised.

“Of course..”

“But I’m serious, Y/n, I ended things with her. I told her I like you,” he says, walking closer towards you. You were completely speechless.

All of this seemed to have come from out of nowhere. What happened to him thinking of you as nothing more than his best friend? You looked up at him with an unsure expression, when suddenly his lips landed on yours.

“I can’t—” you say, pushing him away.

Never in a million years did you think *you’d* be the one pushing him away, but things had obviously changed.

“..I think I like Doyoung,” you admit out loud for the first time, and Lucas glances down towards the ground, looking disappointed, but nods.

After that, there’s an awkward silence that comes over you two. “See you around,” you say before running off to find Doyoung.

Lucas nods, but decides that he won’t give up.

One thing he admired about you was your persistence with him-- you never gave up on him after all those years, even after he rejected you multiple times. So he was ready to get rejected a million times too. He just knew you’d change your mind eventually, and he wasn’t about to give up any time soon.

He just hated that he was too late.

…

You were sitting under the tree, waiting to see if Doyoung would show up. You’d texted him earlier today, but got no response. “I hope he’s okay..” you think to yourself, looking around with a worried expression. The whole campus was pretty empty.

You considered walking over to his dorm, but you figured that he’d contact you when he was available. Your dad had gotten your car fixed again, and left it for you at your house this morning— leaving a note on the hood (which you crumbled up), as a goodbye/apology gift.

You were still angry with him, but you still accepted the gift. “Guess I should go..” you sigh, getting up, but when you turned around, you bumped into someone.

...

You stopped to check for your soulmark, but it still wasn’t there. Suddenly, someone behind bumped into you. “Hey, watch where—” you turned around to see that it was that quiet guy, Doyoung. “You made me drop all my stuff.” He glared at you. “Well maybe watch where you’re going next time.” You glared back.

“I don’t need your help.” He pushes your arm away, and in the process, you catch a glance at his left wrist. It was blank too. “Hmm.. that’s interesting.” You said, thinking out loud. “What?” He asked, straightening back up. “..I thought I was the only one who was still blank.”

You say with a bitter smile, pointing at his wrist.

…

“Should I find you? ..Or am I really just better off alone?” You ask your soulmark,

but your thoughts were interrupted when you accidentally ran into somebody.

Whoever it was, had been foolishly walking while reading a book, not looking where he was going, and you crashed into him. Thankfully you both landed on the grass. Well, you landed on top of him, and he landed on the grass.

“Wh— You again?” You say, leaning up to see it was Doyoung.

This was the second time you two had run into each other, and it was starting to get annoying. “Get off of me,” he says, shoving you onto the grass. “Wow, what a gentleman.” you say sarcastically, peeling yourself off of the ground.

…

As you were walking through the hallways of your new middle school, after being denied entry into the nurse’ office to see Lucas, you turned a corner and bumped into this kid who was reading a book.

After regaining your composure, you scowled at him, saying, “Watch where you’re going, bookworm!” You recognized him from your homeroom— he was always reading some book.

To your surprise, he scowls back at you and blows a raspberry in your face. “Ew— Doyoung, you’re so gross!” You complained, running off to the bathroom to go wipe your face off.

Doyoung rolled his eyes and went back to reading his book.

...

You stumbled your way back over to the kitchen to search for Lucas, but you ended up running straight into somebody else.

“Y/n?” The familiar voice said, and you looked up in a daze and smiled once you saw it was Doyoung. “We just can’t stop running into each other!” you giggle, shaking your head.

...

“Ow— ..Doyoung?” You asked, gazing up at him as if he were the most important person in the world to you. He had his hands on your arms to support you so you wouldn’t fall.

“Why do you sound so surprised? I think whenever we bump into somebody from now on, we should just assume it’s each other,” he laughs, and you slowly nod.

It was like ever since you found out he was your soulmate, you were starting to see him differently. You couldn’t stop staring.

He had been in his dorm all day, thinking about that nightmare— wondering if it would become a reality. Thankfully, Mark talked him down and convinced him that he *had* to tell you— even if the soulmarks do change, you still deserved to know.

You both had big news to share with each other, but the only thing you could seem to do was gaze into each other's eyes.

Eventually the silence broke, “..I have to tell you something-” you both said at the same time.

“Oh, you go first,” “No you--” you both continue interrupting each other. “Ok fine—” You both just end up laughing because you couldn’t stop speaking simultaneously.

Then you both decided to blurt it out.

“We’re soulmates—” “What? You knew?!” You both exclaimed. “I just found out today, Yuta and Taeyong kinda told me..” You reply, and Doyoung makes a face. “Wow.. I wanted to be the one to tell you,” “Wait- is that what you were gonna tell me at the skating rink the other day? How long did you know? When did you find out?”

“..Don’t be mad,” he says, looking nervous, and you give him a skeptical look. “..I found out the day you got your cast fixed,” “What— seriously? Why didn’t you say anything?!” “I thought you liked Lucas! So what was the point?” He says, and everything starts making sense now.

All those times he’d mentioned not wanting to tell his soulmate because she liked her best friend.. He was talking about you.

Suddenly you began to feel guilty, remembering how you’d said you’d definitely pick Lucas over your soulmate. It wasn’t your fault— it was true at the time, and you had no idea you were actually speaking to your soulmate, but now you just felt bad for saying that to him.

“No wonder I always see him and Lucas giving each other dirty looks..”

You briefly think back to Lucas kissing you- deciding not to mention that.

“My head hurts..”

Doyoung watches as your expression changes from hurt to sad, trying to figure out what you’re thinking about.

“Can I see it?” You ask all of a sudden, and he nods, holding out his wrist. He pulls down the sleeve, revealing the neon green music notes.

Your eyes go wide, even though you already knew he was your soulmate. It was just crazy actually seeing it— the exact same one you had, only on his wrist.

“So I really did see it that day..” you mumble to yourself in shock, as tears start forming in your eyes. You weren’t sad-- you were just grateful you’d finally found him.

You take his hand in yours and light brush your thumb over the music notes.

Even though you were teary-eyed, a bright smile came across your face. You’d finally found him, when you thought you never would.

You had been waiting for this moment your entire life— ever since you found out what soulmarks were.

You looked up at him, still holding onto his hand, and he had the same expression of happiness and almost relief on his face. He was grateful you didn’t react in the way he thought you would.

He kept thinking back to that day you’d told him the soulmark you got wasn’t the one you wanted, but now it seemed like it actually *was*.

“It was you this whole time, huh?” You say, breaking the silence. He nods, and you let go of his hand, watching his expression change.

“What?” “..I’m scared,” he admits nervously, and you let out a small laugh. “I thought you said you don’t get scared?” “This is different! We’re *soulmates*,” he says defensively, but he smiles too. “Yeah.. I’m scared too,” you admit as well.

This was new territory for you two.

You’d never even had a boyfriend before this.

(Besides Lucas, in your mind.)

“Let’s just promise not to hurt each other.. Okay?” You say, holding your pinky out. Doyoung raises an eyebrow, skeptically, and you roll your eyes. “Just do it.” “Alright, alright,” he says, wrapping his pinky around yours. “I promise.”

...

You knew it was getting late and that you should probably start heading back home before you were late for dinner, but you just could take your eyes off of Doyoung for some reason.

It was the same for him, so you two were just gazing into each other's eyes for what seemed like forever— until you both started leaning in closer.

You closed your eyes and felt his nose lightly brush against yours, but suddenly he moved back. He couldn’t get the image of you with Lucas out of his head. “Y/n.. you don’t still like Lucas, do you?” He asks, with a sad, yet worried expression on his face.

You open your eyes back up, looking surprised he asked that all of a sudden.

You hesitate to answer, looking down at the ground. Lucas had stirred up some old feelings by confessing to you earlier, but you didn’t know how to tell him that.

“I can’t tell him what happened..” You shake your head, saying, “No.. I think my crush is gone.” Doyoung furrows his eyebrows, like he’s thinking, making you wonder if you sounded believable enough. “I really wanna believe you,” he says quietly.

“..But you don’t?”

“I dunno..” He answers honestly.

…

After that conversation you went home, and on his way back to his dorm, Doyoung ran into Lucas (not literally). He was just going to ignore him and continue on his way, but Lucas called out to him. “Hey— you know Y/n knows your secret now, right?” He says, but Doyoung keeps walking. “Yup. She told me.”

“Oh really? Well did she tell you that we kissed too, or did she leave that part out?” Lucas says, and Doyoung freezes in his tracks.

His fears were already coming true.

“Look man, I know she’s your soulmate, but she’s liked me for longer, so you might as well just give up. You know I’ll win in the end.” Lucas says, trying to sound intimidating, but Doyoung decides to just keep on walking.

Continuing this conversation would just be pointless.

In the end— it was *your* decision who you wanted to be with, not Lucas’, so he just kept moving and didn’t let what Lucas said bother him.

He wasn’t mad at you, but he was definitely gonna confront you about this later.

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Strange Fates - 13

Pairing: Mikaelson Brothers x reader

Warning: mentions of lemons

A/N: I can barely write 1 on 1 smut so I wasn’t brave enough to attempt 3 on 1. Just imagine. And you should really enjoy this fluffy chapter because...um, never mind.

***

You were spending a rare day alone in your shop several weeks later when your phone rang. The caller ID said Klaus but when you answered, all three brothers were could be clearly heard. They weren’t fighting but they were talking over one another. You waited until there was a small break in the chatter before saying “Hello” rather loudly.

Klaus chuckled. “Hello, pretty.”

You couldn’t help but laugh in response. “What is going on over there?”

“Hold on. I’m going to put you on speaker.” A few seconds later all three men called their respective greetings.

“We had a delivery arrive a short time ago. As none of us ordered anything, we had it placed in your room,” Elijah said, curiosity coloring his words.

You grinned, you couldn’t help yourself. You’d forgotten the bed was arriving today or you would have warned them. “Did they set it up? They were supposed to set it up.”

“Yes, darling, they did. Something you’d like to share with the rest of us?” Kol asked.

“Well, of course I want to share with the rest of you. That bed is entirely too large for me to sleep in by myself.” You laughed, but not loud enough for them to hear.

“Wherever did you find such a thing? I don’t think I’ve ever seen it’s like?” Elijah was clearly amused. As he should be. The bed was enormous and had cost a small fortune for you to have it made.

“I had it made, of course. There should have been some boxes delivered with it. One has sheets in it. If you throw a set in the wash, we can make the bed when I come home.” Through all of this you kept your voice perfectly level as if it was the most ordinary thing in the world to have a giant bed delivered without warning your partners it was coming.

“Love, as entertaining as this conversation has been, why did you buy a giant bed that must have cost a bloody fortune?”

“Because I’m tired of rotating between you. This way all of us can sleep together.”

“And how do you suppose that will work? There are three of us, and as much as I love my brothers I have no desire to spoon either of them,” Klaus said and their were immediate sounds of disgust from his siblings.

You giggled. “We’ll figure it out.”

The bell over the door rang and you glanced up to see one of your regulars step inside. You gave her a smile and a wave. “Time to go. I have a customer.” You hung up without waiting for a response. “Hello, Mrs. Finley. How are you today? Can I make you a cup of tea?”

***

Klaus picked you up and rushed you home. They were impatient to show you that they’d placed the sheets and blankets on the bed and about a thousand pillows so it was ready for all of you. It was even better than you imagined it would be. You rushed across the room and launched yourself onto it, laughing when you bounced. Only a second passed before Klaus laid to your right, Kol to your left and Elijah laid above you and pressed a kiss to your head.

Your face hurt from smiling so much and you closed your eyes to just enjoy being with your men. “See, perfect.”

Klaus placed his fingers on your chin and turned your face toward him. After he claimed your lips, he pressed his forehead to yours. “I’ll concede the point, but I do wish you had allowed one of us to pay for it.”

“Don’t worry. I stole the card out of your wallet.”

The hybrid laughed. “You could have just asked, love. It’s not as if any of us would tell you no.”

You hummed in agreement. They really did spoil you far too much. “If I asked it wouldn’t have been a surprise.” Eventually, you all needed to sit and have a discussion about finances. They continuously acted as though you were some poor maiden even though you’d told them multiple times you had enough money to take care of yourself. The truth was you could have paid for the bed easily on your own, but knew they’d want to once they saw it.

Before you could say anything else, lips pressed against the spot just behind your ear. You closed your eyes with a sigh as Kol traveled down the length of your neck, his teeth nipping softly at the skin. Heat blossomed through you and you arched your back trying to get closer to one of your men.

Klaus’s low chuckle sounded in your ear just before he trailed the same path on the other side of your neck. Elijah ran his fingers through your hair. Hands caressed bare skin on your arms and fingers unfastened your jeans. With your eyes closed, everything was just a sea of endless sensation.

It didn’t take you long to realize the benefit of your soulmates having 3000 years’ experience between them.

***

Gray light of early morning filtered through your curtains. You laid on Kol’s chest while his fingers lazily traced your spine. Klaus laid on his back on one side with his hand resting on the back of your thigh. Elijah lay on the other, head propped in his hand as the two of you gazed at one another. Occasionally, he’d trail a finger up the length of your arm. It tickled but you were too satiated to complain.

“I really do think this bed was the best idea,” Kol said making all of you laugh.

You hummed in agreement. “Absolutely.”

“Oh, love, what’s this?” Klaus asked as he did his best to turn you leg. “I nearly forgot about that.”

“Whatever are you talking about, Niklaus?” Elijah asked.

“The bonding mark.” Once soulmates consummated their relationship, they were marked with another symbol in addition to the triangle that varied from individual to individual.

You pushed yourself up and glanced at Kol beneath you. A line of bright rainbow-colored flames ran in a line across the left side of his chest. You traced it with your finger and smiled. “It’s so pretty.”

“Yes, it is,” he responded with a grin and ran his hand over the same spot on your chest. You glanced down to find a watercolor rainbow swirl interspersed with stars so it appeared to sparkle. “The rainbow must represent magic. But what of the flames?”

You shook your head. “I don’t know.”

“It’s my turn, love. Let me see that lovely thigh of yours.” Klaus gripped your waist and pulled you off his brother. His fingers dug into your sides, tickling you as you squealed his name. His arms wrapped around you to hold you in place while you bent your leg to look at your thigh. A watercolor wolf head adorned your skin there.

“However would I have known that was yours without you here to tell me, Klaus?” That naturally caused him to dig his fingers into your sides again. “Damn it, Hybrid. Stop.”

He did as you asked, but kept his arms around you. You lifted your left arm to see a crown with a splash of red behind it. “And for the always regal Elijah, a crown. How fitting.”

Klaus had bent his leg to rest beside yours so you could see your rainbow flames on his thigh. This meant more to you than the soulmark completing. This was a personalized symbol that showed you had chosen each other. That you loved and cherished one another. That this was your family.

#klaus mikaelson x reader #elijah x reader #kol mikaelson x reader #the originals #mikaelson brothers x reader #soulmate au #polyamorous #series #strange fates

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cantolopejeevas · 5 years

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your soulmate's name is on your wrist for merfae. I think it'd be super interesting for Sielya and Ilor (and anyone else!) to know that they're soulmates with a Very Important Princess and all of the hijinks that could ensue haha~

So! This turned out less hijinks-y, haha, but there’s still a little bit of Sielya being kinda sneaky, and I also added in a liiiiittle bonus! Just ‘cause I thought it would be fun, so hopefully you like that~

“We are not losing this kingdom to anymore creatures!”

It was a muffled yell, but it still caught little Sielya’s ear as they tiptoed through the corridors of the east wing. They were supposed to be taking etiquette lessons, but those were always confusing. Princes do this. Princesses do that. You should… Do both! Until the time comes for you to choose.

They peeked into the door to their mother’s study. She was working at her desk, quill in hand while their father stood off to the side, a deep scowl on his face.

“Soulmates cannot be kept from each other,” their mother said matter-of-factly. “And either way, it would be rude to ignore the correspondence from the Mermaid Kingdom. All I’m trying to do is answer their queries.”

“…Do not tell them the truth.”

“And why not?”

“Because we don’t even know for sure if it’s a match. For all we know, there’s a human Ilor out their, waiting for our child, while we’re offering their hand and their throne to these mermaids. Who knows what sort of power play this is…”

“Fine. I will simply say that we don’t want to reveal who their soulmate is. For their safety. And that there may be another Sielya out there for their daughter. We will see what happens. But I think this is quite unnecessary.”

“I’m just looking out for the best interests of the kingdom. We don’t need your mistakes impacting our people even more.”

“…Duly noted.”

A mermaid? Their soulmate was a mermaid? Sielya bounced off for the library, their little feet taking them as fast as they could go. They had to read as much as they could on mermaid culture!

After all, why would their soulmate be some boring human? No, they knew better. Looking at the name on their wrist left the slightest taste of sea salt in their mouth, and made them think of gold and red. Didn’t know why, but they knew it had to be something. Some sort of clue leading them to where they needed to go.

But they had to wonder… Why didn’t their parents ever talk about the other name on their wrist?

Gold and red.

He was special. Sielya could feel it in his presence. There was something more to the town’s paperboy than met the eye. And he was the key to finding Ilor. Even the second name on their wrist pulsed and grew hot when they made eye contact, and he raised an eyebrow up at them.

The guards were an issue. But with a polite smile and some puppy-dog eyes, they’d been convinced to turn away for just a few moments. And that was all Sielya needed to hurry over.

“Hello, Arden,” they slowly greeted, unsure.

“Why, hello, Princess,” he greeted while watching them carefully. “Have we met?”

“No.”

“…Then how do you know my name?”

They simply shrugged. It would be a little weird to come out with the truth at first meeting, wouldn’t it? But thankfully, their guess had been right, and they were saved from immense awkwardness.

“Okay… Well, do you wanna buy a paper?”

“Not today, thank you,” they answered and stared him down, trying to pinpoint what exactly was drawing them to him. “Actually, I was wondering if you would like to join me for dinner sometime?”

He almost reeled back. “Dinner?”

“I’m looking to make friends, and, well…” They smiled and let out a little giggle. “Something drew me to you!”

“Huh… And you’ll be paying?”

“Why, of course.”

“Alright, sounds good to me. What time?”

Sielya worked diligently in their notebook, the millionth in a series of drawings that they hoped to stop soon. The other princesses of Arden’s dragon hoard chattered about. A hand on their shoulder made them jump, but they eased when they realized it was just Arden.

“Drawing Ilor again?”

“I am,” they answered simply and went back to their speculative sketch. Long hair, that was calling to them. “Have you gotten any word from the Mermaid Kingdom?”

“Not yet,” he muttered with an annoyed huff. “I dropped your letter in the ocean, what? Four days ago?”

“Yes. But I’m not too worried about it.”

“Why not?”

They hummed and drew out the curves of their sketch’s body. “Fate still brought me to you, despite my parent’s efforts to contain me. It’ll do the same for Ilor.”

“…What’re you talking about?”

They brandished their arm and pulled up the sleeve of their glove, showing off the two names on their wrist. “Fate. You and Ilor are the two that I’m bound to. If I am led to one, I will be led to the other. I’m sure of it.”

“Uh, I only see Ilor on there.”

Blinking, they took in their soulmarkings once more. Sure, Arden’s name was less bold, a shade that was just a touch or two darker than their skin. But it was still there, still as prominent to them as Ilor had been.

“Hold out your wrist, please?”

Arden scoffed. “I don’t have a soulmate. There’s nothing there.”

Sielya almost pouted at him. “Just humor me?”

With a huff, he held out his arm for them and muttered, “You can’t pull that pout on me, it’s not fair…”

Gently, they took his arm and turned it over. And of course, there they were. Two names embedded into his skin. With a soft sigh, they said, “It’s fate. You have my name on you. And Ilor’s.”

Arden’s mouth screwed up to the side. “I don’t believe you.”

“Maybe this will change your mind.”

They pressed their thumb into their name, and in the very next second, he shivered like a wave of ice washed over him, and wrenched his arm from their hold. Eyes wide, as if he just realized something, he held his arm to his chest and stared down at them.

“What the hell was that?”

“Whenever you touch your name on my arm, it almost feels like I’m burning,” they answered cheerfully, happy to have been proven right. “So I figured the reverse would do something similar.”

“…So maybe you’re right,” he muttered after a long moment, and flipped his hair to try and save face. “But, you know, if we’re soul best friends or whatever, that means we should get matching jewelry or something.” A sly look took over his face, with an all too familiar gleam in his eye. “You know, like best friends do.”

They smiled to themself. “I’ll bring you something when I come visit tomorrow. When gem are you feeling?”

“All.”

“Is she really in there?”

“Yeah. I flew her in myself and got achy arms for it…”

“I’m sorry about that, thank you so much for doing this. But oh, do I look presentable? Is my dress nice enough?”

“I dunno. She’s naked, so I think you’ll be fine.”

“But what about my hair? Should I-”

A quick push interrupted them, and they found themself making eye contact with their soulmate for the first time. A wave of cool washed over them, like a dip in a lake, but with a hint of salt in their lungs. And they immediately noticed gold and red.

“Stop staring and go talk to her!”

They looked back to see Arden shooing them, a frustrated look on his face.

Alright. They could do this.

After taking a deep breath, they stepped forward, notebook clutched tightly to their chest as a bloom of warmth spread across their cheeks. Sounding too eager, they greeted, “Hello! I’m-”

“Sielya?” Ilor asked, a sharp-toothed grin on her face as she cocked her head to the side. “Arden told me about you.”

“Did he now?” they asked quietly. “And… What did he say about me?”

“Not much,” she answered, her arms resting on the edge of the little pool she was in. “Just that you were real nice. And you like to draw?”

Sielya nodded, for once feeling flustered about their interests. “For my research. I… I like learning about the magical creatures of the world. I study them and take notes and do drawings when I need to.”

“That’s pretty interesting!” she said, her fin swaying behind her as stars lit up in her eyes. “Is that what’s in your book? How about you show me?”

“Oh! Why, yes, of course!”

They carefully sat near the pool, legs tucked underneath their body, and flipped through the pages of their notebook from the very beginning. They’d started with an interest in dragons, and relayed the many tales and stories they’d collected over the years, while of course mentioning the very human bias they all had. Then they moved onto other creatures- basilisks, manticores, bicorns, unicorns- everything they’d read about in a book but have yet to see up close. And Ilor listened intently, asking questions here or there that would get them onto another tangent.

Then Sielya almost exposed one of the many preemptive sketches they’ve done of her, and quickly shut their book. Not yet, she could learn about those later. When they weren’t trying to impress her.

“Anyway, what are your interests?” they quickly asked, praying to whatever powers there were that she didn’t see anything.

“I collect human armor,” she answered, her cheek resting in her hand. “And weapons. Whatever I can find in the ocean. I think they’re fascinating, but I don’t quite know what some of them are.” A smile graced her lips and Sielya felt like she could hear their heart racing. “Maybe you could visit sometime and explain them to me?”

“Why, it would be an honor.”

A visit to the Mermaid Kingdom. With the absolutely stunning Mermaid Princess, oh, it was like a dream come true!

“No, the honor would be all mine,” Ilor said. Then she reached down into the pool, and pulled out a little bangle with all sorts of beads and colors on it. Carefully, she took Sielya’s hand and slipped it onto their wrist. “I always knew my soulmate was an adorable princess. And I would love to finally be able to get to know you.”

They smiled, face warm and a pleasant feeling spreading through them. And once the butterflies in their stomach settled, they took her hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it. “I would love that too.”

…Though they’d have to explain this to their parents. But that was a problem for another time.

#And this is another one taht's just a series of little snippets and scenes #Pffft #asks #confused-snail #prompt meme #bae #arin's ocs #oc talk #merfae #arden #ilor #sielya #soulmate au #fic

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snailbitch with 17! we talked about it so you know the idea ;)

So I spent so long just reworking ideas and rewriting whole segments just so I could make this all fit together in a way I thought was meaningful, haha. I’m glad to finally have it done, so I hope you like it, darling!

Daniel had holed himself up into a corner, hiding away from anyone who would try to bother him. This was his break, he didn’t need to be pushing papers. He had more important things to work on, thank you.

Like impressing his soulmate.

He glanced down at the name on his right wrist. It was a beautiful name, and he whispered it under his breath like a prayer whenever he felt hopeless. They were everything he wanted to be. Charismatic, gorgeous, illustrious. Of course he was destined to be with them. Stars in the sky always shone together- it had to be the same for stars here on earth.

There wasn’t time to waste. He opened up his notebook and hastily worked on his show plans. This is what the set would look like, and this is how each segment would be laid out, and this is how he imagined his opening music to go. Every last thing needed to be absolutely perfect.

“You look busy.”

Nearly jumping out of his skin, he swallowed thickly and met eyes with them. “I… Um, I was just-”

“You’re on your break, right?” they asked with a pleasant smile on their face. “You don’t need to make excuses. This is your time. But I must admit, you’ve caught my interest, Daniel.”

He blanched, face red. “What? How do you know-”

“Come now, do you think I wouldn’t know my own soulmate?” they cut him off smoothly. “I mean… My name is on your wrist, no? Or did I just see wrong?”

On instinct, he pulled his sleeved down over his wrists. The suit ill-fitted him. His limbs were too gangly, and anyone could see his soulmarks. But, he still admitted, “Yeah. It is.”

That smile on their face grew wider. Slowly, almost purposefully, they revealed their own wrist. Daniel Nadiva. It couldn’t be real. His eyes flitted from the mark to their eyes over and over again. He felt like a floundering fish. What was he supposed to say? He wasn’t prepared for this at all.

“We’re going to do great things together, Daniel,” they said softly, putting a hand under his chin. “I’m sure of it.”

He glanced down at their wrist, curiosity eating him alive. He needed to know who to protect them from. Just in case.

His heart stopped. Eyes narrowed, he slowly lifted his other hand, letting his sleeve fall to show the name he had been fearing for god only knew how long. The name that perfectly matched the one seared onto their skin.

“Oh my,” they said in the softest whisper, eyes glued to the name. “Why, we even have a common enemy. That must mean something special.”

He frowned. The gears in his head turned, and he didn’t like some of the ideas coming forward. This was unprecedented. And it felt wrong. “But-”

“Now’s not the time to question fate, Daniel,” they said, tone short, almost angry. “We’ll take care of whatever we need to when the time comes.” Their hands cupped against his face sweetly, but there was something dark in their eyes. “Together.”

Well… They had a point.

Daniel sighed as he kept himself propped up against the arm of the couch. Snail snorted at something on the TV, but he wasn’t paying too much attention. His thoughts consumed him. How much longer could this last? He’d been trying to play this balancing act of keeping them close, but not too close, and he didn’t know how much longer he could do it. Why hadn’t he just gotten rid of them yet?

After simmering for a few more minutes, he finally realized that Snail had been stealing glances at him, eyes narrowed just a bit. Almost like they were thinking.

As if.

“Can I help you?”

Their nose scrunched up, and for a brief moment, they seemed… Forlorn. “So, uh…” Just then he realized they’d been staring at his wrist. “Who’s-”

He grasped tightly onto his soulmark to hide it from them, no doubt bruising himself in the process. “Don’t.”

While they floundered, he cursed himself out. Usually he took more care in keeping himself hidden. But Snail had been coming around so often, he just… Got too comfortable.

“Sorry,” they muttered. “I was just, you know, wondering if you’ve met your soulmate yet.”

So this was how it would happen. How they would dig their claws into his scars and open up fresh wounds. They’d bleed him dry and think nothing of it.

A memory flashed before his eyes. The image of a blank wrist that once held his name. The anger, the lies, the pain. The hateful words muttered to him as he was left alone to pick up the pieces of his heart.

Useless. Destined to chase a goal he’d never reach because he didn’t deserve it. No matter how hard he tried, he was doomed for failure. And even with care and love and attention, he couldn’t live up. Even with a beautiful lie to push him forward, he only took steps back.

No wonder they left him.

“Woah, hey!” Suddenly Snail was pressed against his side, one arm slung around his shaking shoulders. “You okay? What the hell happened?”

“Why do you care?” he muttered darkly, even as tears cascaded down his face. “Just leave me the hell alone.”

“What? You think I only like dealing with that stick up your ass for the free food?” they asked, sounding almost offended.

He didn’t answer. They started to pull back, but hesitated, lingering a moment longer. And they were so warm against him… For a second, he felt like maybe he mattered. Like someone cared about him.

The love-starved part of his soul took over, and he turned so he could hide away his face in their shirt. Pitiful little sobs escaped him, making shame coil in his gut as he thought about what he was doing. Snail was barely a friend, yet here he was desperately clinging to them like they were the last piece of hope he had.

Carefully, their arms wrapped around him, keeping him close. And so very safe.

More memories popped up into his mind. A small spark in Snail’s eye, talk about colors and shapes and art filling the air while the two of them sat on the couch in their pajamas. Stupid jokes with only the dumbest grin to match, followed by a poor attempt at flirting that would get brushed off immediately, even though it always made him blush. The softest smile as they nodded along to his words, his heart growing as warm as the tea they delivered to him, like it was getting something it had long been deprived of.

Something he didn’t deserve.

“Sorry,” he mumbled as he pulled back, unable to look them in the eye. “I’m just… Touchy.”

He moved to pull his sleeve down over his other wrist. He didn’t know what he’d do if they’d seen it. Fear settled into his stomach like a lead weight just from the thought. They’d use it against him. Somehow.

“I get it,” they reassured softly, one hand on his shoulder. For a moment, they looked conflicted, then let out a heavy sigh. “Look, I was just asking about that soulmate shit because… I really, uh… You know…”

After a moment of struggling, they grabbed his face and said, “Fuck it.”

A surprised noise flew out of him as Snail suddenly kissed him. Quick and chaste, but still passionate enough to make his heart pitter-patter. Despite his best efforts, he melted into it, and let his eyes drift shut so he could just savor the moment.

When they pulled away, he was left in a daze. All he could manage was a questioning look while his brain tried to catch up.

“I like you,” they breathed out, face pink, eyes earnest. “A whole fucking lot. You’re smart and funny and you care even though you pretend you don’t.” Then they let their hands fall, and gave him the space he didn’t need. “But if you don’t want me around, I’ll leave you alone.”

Something in him screamed. Tell them to stay! They belong here!

But did they really? He couldn’t even keep the first person he thought was his soulmate, how could he expect to do that now?

One look at Snail’s face told him that he had to try.

“Snail, I…” He lifted up his hand, letting his sleeve fall so they could see their name emblazoned upon his skin. With a shaky smile, he said, “I think I’ve finally found my soulmate.”

They stared wide-eyed at their name. Then they copied his motion and peeking out from their bracelets he could see Daniel. And there was no doubt in his mind that a Nadiva rested just underneath it.

Then he got attacked with another kiss, and this time he wasn’t going to let it end so soon.

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