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Soulmates AU Where WWX’s Soulmate Changes From LWJ to JC

So, if anyone's reading Fictional World by Rei0303, I came up with this idea based on that: 

Let's say JC doesn't have a soulmark for whatever reason. He just doesn't. 

WWX is rejected by his soulmate, LWJ. They seem wholly incompatible. 

Distraught and depressed, his overall health declines because of his mental health. 

JC can't stand seeing WWX, his unrequited crush, so upset and miserable; so, he confesses his love in a very Him™ fashion that involves a lot of grumbling, growling, and cursing. (Let’s also not forget threats to break WWX’s legs if he dares to speak about his mushiness to anyone else.)

WWX, moved by JC's confession, accepts his feelings earnestly. 

The Twin Prides enter a relationship that almost seems like nothing's changed between them, but as time passes, WWX starts to notice that his original soulmark has begun to change, and JC notices that he has one now. 

LWJ starts to notice his beginning to disappear.

Soulmate AU Part 2

Here’s a basic fact you need to know about me: I am very lazy. And I read a lot of soulmate fics. And I started college today, so I’m kinda busy, but also desperate to procrastinate for the first time in 6 months. Anyway, here are the slightly lower-ranking soulmate AU fics that I couldn’t be bothered adding to my last post.

Meant to Bee by violentincest on AO3. (3,823 words).

Tags: Tattoo Artist Dean, Tattooed Castiel, First Meetings, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Fluff and Angst.

My Rating: 3 stars.

Description:  Dean is a tattoo artist, who can remove peoples Soul-mate Marks if they so choose. One day a client comes in wanting his Soul-mate mark removed, and it's just Dean's luck that this man may very well be his mate.

Notes: This was a very interesting idea, but I don’t think it was executed particularly well (that might just be me though).

Puzzle Piece by flannelfeelings on AO3. (571 words).

Tags: Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Drabble, Cutesy, Human Castiel, Domestic, Funny, Lighthearted, Gas-N-Sip, very short, First Meetings, Sassy Castiel, Dean-Centric.

My Rating: 3 stars.

Description: In a world where your soulmate's first words are imprinted on your forearm at birth, sometimes life can be confusing.Luckily for Dean, it's not very hard to distinguish who his soulmate is.

Notes: Incredibly short but fairly cute and funny - I just wish there was more!

Last Words by Miniatures on AO3. (1,353 words).

Tags: Angst With a Happy Ending, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Soulmate AU, Angst, Romance, I will RIP YOUR HEART OUT and then put it back in.

My Rating: 3 stars.

Description: He feels Dean’s eyes on him, but he can’t bring himself to meet his brother’s gaze. His mouth is cotton, his chest scraped raw. He draws back his sleeve and stares, breathing ragged, at the sharp black lettering along his forearm—the last words he’ll ever hear his soulmate say."And this is me lying down."

Notes: I know exactly what you’re thinking: well hello, Lucifer, old friend. And you would be absolutely correct. My only problem with it is that it is too short to be executed as well as it deserves, and it feels slightly rushed.

Do You Understand What You Do To Me? by anonymous_dragon on AO3. (1,282 words) .

Tags: Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Soulmate AU, Fluff.

My Rating: 3 stars.

Description:  Sam sees a glimpse of Gabriel’s wings. Gabriel notices. (And he may feel just a tad scared.) 

Or

When Sam’s born with a soulmate mark that is random gold squiggles (also known as Enochian) on his hipbone, and Gabriel never bothered to look for his own mark after he left Heaven. (It appeared on May 2nd, 1983.)

Notes: Quite cute, with the added bonus of Gabe being an icon, as usual.

Cas-ti-el by valinde on AO3. (2,647 words).

Tags: Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Pining Dean, Pre-Slash.

My Rating: 3 stars.

Description:  Dean had figured out the problem. The reason no one could translate the name written on his arm was because it wasn't one. It was just a line of meaningless gibberish. He didn't have a match.

Notes: Don’t sue me: I read this late at night and all I wrote was: “Kinda depressing, but we’re all here for some enochian.” Take from that whatever you want.

The Words We Long To Hear by StarlightDragon on AO3. 

Tags: Canon-Compliant, Post Series 10, Angst With a Happy Ending, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Soulmate AU, all 10 seasons in 4000 words, Sam’s POV.

My Rating: 3 stars.

Description:  Sam Winchester has known his whole life that the first words his soulmate says to him will be "I've been mopping this floor every day for six years." The guy who says it to him is a janitor, and then he's a Trickster, and then he's an angel, and then he's a Norse god, and Sam's not sure which one of these is the truth - but it's not like it matters, because Sam doesn't believe in soulmates anyway.

Notes: Just in case the tags and the description didn’t give it away, this fic is mostly Sabriel. Not entirely sure who came up with that or why it works, but it kind of does. Worth the rec because it’s pretty cute, and a great way to catch you up all the way to season 10. That being said, massive spoilers if you aren’t up to date.

Watch Your Hands, Watch Your Mouth by RawrSquared on AO3. (2,471 words).

Tags: Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Fluff.

My Rating: 3 stars.

Description: Sam was just doomed to spend his life with 'Are you fucking sorry?!' marked on his skin. Really, it wasn't fair.As it turns out, the explanation isn't so bad.

Notes: Quite cute and funny, but also mostly Sabriel.

The Mark Is In His Arm by Innwich on AO3. (3,220 words).

Tags: Soulmate AU, Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Soul Bond, Self-Harm, Angst.

My Rating: 2 stars.

Description:  Dean hated his soulmark. He didn’t know anyone whose mark hurt as bad as his did.

Notes: Not really sure what was going on in this one. The Mark of Cain was Dean’s soulmate? Highly unclear. (I feel like I may have put this in the other post but here it is again).

So, there they are. All the mediocre soulmate related fics. I swear I rate fics more/less than 3 stars occasionally. Promise.

Dude, I read a malec fanfic with this prompt. It's a really cute one.

Omg guys. But soulmate au where you have the first words your soulmate ever speaks to you on your skin but you don’t have anything on your wrist and so you live your whole life with this feeling of being alone but then one day you meet someone and you say something really stupid and they just stand there in shock but they can’t explain why and you assume it’s because what you said offended them and you start to apologize but they shake their head and scramble to lift the sleeve of their shirt and there on their wrist are the words you just fucking said and you start to cry because you have to tell this person that it must be a coincidence because you don’t have a soulmate and you lift up your sleeve to show that there’s nothing there and they grab your face and smile so big and reach into their pocket to pull out a note they must have carried around for a long time because society demands because there on that paper are the words “I’m mute”

I am so happy I got to finish such a long term project of mine. The ending was really bad, but I am glad I gave it a conclusion than anything. Now, I gotta really start talking about the new series I am working on.

I do not know if I said this, but this will be around 14ish episodes, taking the time to really show Ash and Angie’s differing lives. I really want to separate the two characters from each other and have them as standalone characters

I did an op for the series (which I have to reedit bc of copyright issues), but it only shows the first half of the song because the first half of the series is about Ash and his life.

- The main difference between the two characters is their temperament. I definitely want Angie to be the fiery one between the two. Really quick to anger, quick to judge, and super impulsive with everything.

- Ash is the one with more patience and the more carefree one. He’s got the least amount of worries and tends to be straightforward.

- Angie is definitely the stronger one and Ash got a lot of endurance.

- I want various scenarios to show how different they are such as morning routine, school, friends, and home life.

- The pokemon they interact with is vastly different too. Angie would definitely have shinx, rotom, snover, flareon, dewgong, and raichu

- For Ash, I want to choose pokemon he has a lot of chemistry with and likes to be outside professor oak’s lab often. I think pikachu, bayleef, glalie, donphan, infernape, and lyranroc. (lyranroc is my favorite sorry)

- Bayleef and Lyranroc are definitely the most affectionate when it comes to ash, hugging him a lot in the show.

- Infernape and Glalie seem like the type to want to stop by a lot when they are not relaxing or training. They both are super friendly also, even when evolved. 

- Donphan may be the oddest pick, but it is one I stand by. Donphan has shown to be friendly with kids and especially with pikachu. That’s cute

- I have several reasons for this roster and not picks like charizard, bulbasaur, snorlax, heracross, gliscor, and krookodile. I wanted pokemon that would suit a domestic, homey life with Ash and his family. These pokemon gotta be friendly and not as battle hungry. 

Charizard definitely would not be able to stay in the house for very long and krookodile is seen more in battle then outside of battle. 

They also have to be able to stay outside of the lab for long periods of time. Bulbasaur guards the forest and snorlax relaxes in retirement. 

First impressions matter so I must plan the first episode. Spoilers ahead.

Ash and Angie switch for the first time on the day before their school day starts. It puts them into a panic. They learn a lot about one another.

- Angie has a bunch of chores at the daycare to do before school. She wakes up way too early and must tend to a lot of pokemon. 

- Her pokemon are a very energetic bunch and doing chores with them takes longer, but is fun. Shinx is her best friend and instantly is weary of the new owner.

- Ash accidentally breaks the alarm clock, stains a pan, and anger a pair of tangela. 

- Angie’s parents have gone on vacation, leaving her in charge of the daycare. This happens pretty often. Thankfully, there is a list on the fridge.

- Her friends call her asking to hangout, but in a panic, Ash refuses saying how busy he is with the daycare.

I gotta do some planning for the 14 episodes and see how it goes. Spoilers ahead because I gotta brainstorm. They switch once every other week so this will be awhile.

- Episode 1 : the first time they switch, it is a weekend and they gotta pretend to be one another, they think this will not happen again

- Episode 4 : they switch again on a school day, it turns out they take very different classes and struggle to pretend to be one another at school

- Episode 6 : it is the weekend again and turns out their friends want to take them out, two different routines

- Episode 8 : it is the weekend again, but they have after school activities to attend to such as sports and clubs

- Episode 10 : it is the school day and they have a sports festival, the sports they chose is the ones they are not good at and they learn more about their friends

- Episode 12 : they’re sick of switching so much, it is time for an intervention and they exchange discords to talk this out, they do not switch this time

- Episode 14 : they decide to meet up a week before they switch and finally try to find a solution to this

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baby (you complete us) 1

C H A P T E R   O N E

Summary: Soulmates were a common occurrence, so common, in fact, that the world sought an easier way to find your other half: A bracelet that would scan your mark and match you with those who shared your mark. Within recent years, soul groups were becoming normal, and your own bracelet said you have seven matches.

Or where you wear your bracelet for ten years, and finally give up the hope you would find your soul group, only for BTS to put theirs on and see what they were missing.

Genre: soulmate au, idol au, angst, fluff, eventual smut,

Pairing: Idol BTS x Disabled MC

Warnings: angst, mentions of depression, disabled mc (Ehlers Danlos syndrome), eventual smut, fluff, lots of fluff, mentions of disability, simp bangtan

Chapter Warnings: drunk mc, drunk messaging, mentions of depression, insecurities, parental death, disability diagnosis, negative thoughts, 

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Every morning for the past ten years, the first thing you did was open the Soul app. Each morning you hoped and wished to see a notification on the upper right corner of the app on your screen. And each morning you were once again left disappointed with the zero notifications.  Each of your friends had already found theirs, had met up with them and felt the bond cement within their souls.

You couldn’t help but to grow envious and jealous of their happiness, even now, as you watch your closest friends pledge their lives and souls to each other. You were a bridesmaid, right behind her own sister, the maid of honor. You were like a sister to Anna, having grown up with her and her family. But you never felt so out of place, like you didn’t belong as you stood there.

You were beyond happy for Anna and Chris, love in your heart for them as you witness their love for each other. But you couldn’t help but to feel your own heart break at the sight.

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baby (you complete us) 8

C H A P T E R   E I G H T 

Summary: Soulmates were a common occurrence, so common, in fact, that the world sought an easier way to find your other half: A bracelet that would scan your mark and match you with those who shared your mark. Within recent years, soul groups were becoming normal, and your own bracelet said you have seven matches.

Or where you wear your bracelet for ten years, and finally give up the hope you would find your soul group, only for BTS to put theirs on and see what they were missing.

Genre: soulmate au, idol au, angst, fluff, eventual smut,

Pairing: Idol BTS x Disabled MC

Warnings: angst, mentions of depression, disabled mc (Ehlers Danlos syndrome), eventual smut, fluff, lots of fluff, mentions of disability, simp bangtan

Chapter Warnings: lots of insecurities, mc practically snaps, lots of tension, angry/protective yoongi, possessive bangtan, mc believes they’re unworthy, discussion of disabilities, 

*Words in Italics are spoken/written in Korean*

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Previously on baby (you complete us):

“Alright then. Are you ready to go and meet your soulmates?” Songun claps his hands together before gesturing you towards the waiting car parked on the street. You stare at it warily, but you nod your head anyways, pushing and grasping for the feelings the boys have already made you feel, hoping they chase away any of the doubt floating through your head.

“Yes.”

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baby (you complete us) 11

C H A P T E R   E L E V E N

Summary: Soulmates were a common occurrence, so common, in fact, that the world sought an easier way to find your other half: A bracelet that would scan your mark and match you with those who shared your mark. Within recent years, soul groups were becoming normal, and your own bracelet said you have seven matches.

Or where you wear your bracelet for ten years, and finally give up the hope you would find your soul group, only for BTS to put theirs on and see what they were missing.

Genre: soulmate au, idol au, angst, fluff, eventual smut,

Pairing: Idol BTS x Disabled MC

Warnings: angst, mentions of depression, disabled mc (Ehlers Danlos syndrome), eventual smut, fluff, lots of fluff, mentions of disability, simp bangtan

Chapter Warnings: protective bangtan, anxious mc, mc makes some friends, talk of injury, 

*Words in Italics are spoken/written in Korean*

beta’d/edited by the lovely @babyarmybias

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Previously on baby (you complete us):

When you finally pulled away, Jungkook leaned forward, trying to follow your lips. You were sat on his lap, his hands resting on your waist. You didn’t say anything, just stared at one another, trying to breathe and grasp what just happened.  After a couple of seconds, you break out into a large grin, moving forward and hiding your head in his chest.

Jungkook laughs at your reaction, wrapping his arms around your back and holding you close. He wears the biggest grin on his lips as he hears your laughter spilling from you. Your soul was warm, body filling with unrestrained happiness. It felt as though one hole in your heart had been filled, filled by the man you were laying with, laughing as if someone told a good joke.  

This laughter was different though.

It was pure happiness.

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baby (you complete us) 12

C H A P T E R   T W E L V E 

Summary: Soulmates were a common occurrence, so common, in fact, that the world sought an easier way to find your other half: A bracelet that would scan your mark and match you with those who shared your mark. Within recent years, soul groups were becoming normal, and your own bracelet said you have seven matches.

Or where you wear your bracelet for ten years, and finally give up the hope you would find your soul group, only for BTS to put theirs on and see what they were missing.

Genre: soulmate au, idol au, angst, fluff, eventual smut,

Pairing: Idol BTS x Disabled MC

Warnings: angst, mentions of depression, disabled mc (Ehlers Danlos syndrome), eventual smut, fluff, lots of fluff, mentions of disability, simp bangtan

Chapter Warnings: protective bangtan, anxious mc, mc has a panic attack, more of mc’s background, mentions of bullying, some issues with consent, mc has all the feelings, Hobi bonding with mc, some cuteness overload, 

*Words in Italics are spoken/written in Korean*

beta’d/edited by the lovely @babyarmybias​

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Previously on baby (you complete us):

“Thank you for doing this, Noona! We will tag you when it gets posted!” Yeonjun exclaims once you were done filming in front of one of the portraits outside of the café.

“Thank you! It was fun. I could really go for a drink now though!” You laugh as the boys agree with your statement, Taehyun and Soobin pulling your arms and dragging you into the café.

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About soulmate AU’s and the “No Soulmark = no Soulmate” thing

to be honest I’m specifically thinking of like first/last words au’s. but other indicators/interpretations could also work.

there are billions of people on earth, this is a fact, you will not meet anywhere close to every single person within your lifetime. like just from a statistical standpoint this is true.

the thing is within a lot of soulmate au’s a lack of an indicator is taken as a lack of a soulmate. instead what if it meant you would never meet that someone who’s the other part of your soul? the angst has the potential to be so much worse. romantic or not.

imagine all your friends get their indicators but you don’t. they all are guaranteed to meet their person (or persons) at least once in their lifetimes but you won’t. you will never meet them, your person does exist, but you will never know them, no one will ever know you the way soulmates do.

just imagine

i think that’d make some soulmate au’s more interesting.

A look into my next fic "Soulbounds Through the Eyes of Time"

This fic should be coming out soon but here's a drawing that I half assed with the line art and soon regretted. Never intended on posting this but I have no reason why I shouldn't.

One In Seven Billion.

a vds one shot. you can find more on my ao3.

( @ apolloswords )

feel free to comment/message me any suggestions for one shot ideas!

A soulmate au where everyone is born with the mark of where they first touch their soulmate. Everyone, except for one.

Everyone was born with a soulmate. A person who was an extension of your own being, representing someone you had no matter what life or universe you existed in. Everyone was born with a soulmate.

Everyone was born with the touch of a soulmate. A mark, the same colour of plush lips after being kissed endlessly, a burning passion of admiration and a declaration of love for the far and near. Everyone was born with a mark, symbolizing the first place your soulmate would touch you. However, this mark didn’t appear until one turned sixteen, where they would wake up one day, look in the mirror and figure out the endless possibilities they would soon be meeting their soulmate. And then when their soulmate was to finally touch them for the first time, a soft warm glow would appear. It was both like the light of a candle and the brightness of the sun in one touch.

Everyone had a mark of a soulmate’s touch.

Everyone, except Lucas.

It wasn’t like everyone’s mark was visible. Some were on their chests, thighs or the dips of their backs. These could easily be hidden but everyday clothing and nobody would ever know where their mark was. But Lucas simply didn’t have a mark. And when he had turned sixteen, he tried to look for all the possible reasons. Maybe his parents had messed up his birthday. Maybe he would get it a bit later, some people did. Maybe he couldn’t see it in the mirror and it was on his shoulder blades or back of his neck. But after trying so hard to even find the touch of a mere fingertip, he realized he was one in the seven billion people with no mark.

With no soulmate.

It was a hard thing to accept. To go your whole life knowing that there was nobody there for you. Nobody who was searching for your soul to complete theirs. There was simply nobody for Lucas. And as he went on life watching his friends cozy up beside the one who had touched them with the warm glow, his heart felt colder and colder each time.

So eventually, he gave up and refused to believe love even existed in the first place. What was the point of it anyway? People avoided anyone who wasn’t their soulmate and only fell for those who were. Is it really love if one only feels obligated to feel that way?

Nothing in Lucas’ heart or mind seemed to prove otherwise. So after two years of trying to deal with the loneliness, he figured the whole thing was a hoax and some dumb fairytale. Surely there had to be someone without a mark either. Maybe they would be his soulmate.

“You’re being pessimistic.” Kes once told him.

Lucas didn’t tell much people about it and certainly not his parents. They didn’t need to think there was something else “wrong” with how he was “created”. They were already paranoid enough when they found out bipolar disorder could be genetic.

“Well what else am I supposed to be?” He said with a huff.

Kes shrugged. “Hopeful.”

“Please Kes.” He rolled his eyes. “You knew your soulmate right away. I won’t.”

The night after Kes had turned sixteen, his mark appeared and he excitedly showed Lucas. Since he was older by a few months, he hoped his mark would show up and match his. But it didn’t. In fact it never came. And a few months later, he was very sure that Kes wasn’t his to begin with. He recalled that moment. Even while he knew Kes would never be his, that didn’t meant he didn’t stop having feelings for him. But it was very much like loving someone from afar. Kes had nudged nudged Isa with his elbow at her sixteenth birthday party. It was a gesture he did often, but this time was different. Upon his elbow even brushing against the back started up the warm glow between them. Their eyes looked at each other in surprise, but the smile on their lips seemed assuring, like they had expected this.

But just because Kes’ moment was practically perfect, that didn’t mean they didn’t have their own troubles. The whole mark of a soulmate didn’t always mean a perfect relationship. Though it was never abusive, there were certainly ups and downs presented. And when Lucas witnessed that from Kes and Isa, once again, from afar, he realized that maybe the whole thing wasn’t worth it.

Yet, that didn’t stop him from feeling the rather lonesome pain from knowing there was no love for him in this universe.

“Jayden?” Lucas then asked, grabbing the attention of the other boy in his room. “Do you have a soulmate?”

“Well I have the mark.” Jayden answered as he exhaled the smoke from the joint. “But I haven’t met them yet.”

“I’m surprised your fingertips haven’t glowed whenever you touch weed.” Kes teased as he was offered a hit.

Jayden snorted. “If that were the case maybe I’d be married by now.”

Kes offered the joint to Lucas, and he shook his head at it. Both of them looked at Lucas in shock, as if he had just turned down the equivalent to a million dollars.

“What? Are you not smoking before the party?” Kes huffed with a laugh.

He shook his head. “Nah, not tonight.”

“Did you give up weed in the last few days or am I missing something?” Jayden added.

“Didn’t give up.” He replied with a a shrug. “I just feel like drinking tonight and I don’t really want to get cross faded either.”

A few snickers escapes the boys in front of them, and based on the context of the situation, it wasn’t solely from the effects of being high. Lucas narrowed his brows at them in confusion.

“What’s so funny?”

“You and alcohol?” Jayden snorted. “Not a good combo.”

“It’s like watching a wrestling match.” Kes laughed. “And you’re never winning.”

Rolling his eyes, Lucas scoffed at them. “I’m not that bad.”

“Well you’re certainly not good.” Kes teased. “I didn’t think there was someone out there who was the worst when wasted after Isa. But then you got absolutely shit faced at her sixteenth birthday and I was wrong.”

Right, Lucas thought to himself. Isa’s sixteenth birthday party. The sixteenth birthday party.

“Besides,” Jayden shrugged as he took another hit from the joint. “You can’t hold in your liquor.”

“Yes I can.” He defended.

“No you can’t.” Jayden laughed. “You always end up throwing it all back up later in the night. And it’s never a pretty sight.”

“Well this night is going to be different.” He muttered.

-

By the time Kes and Jayden were high enough and Lucas had pregamed just a little, the party had taken over the house and was livelier than expected. Lucas and Kes looked over at Jayden, wondering how he even knew of this party. Jayden had explained that Noah and his new friend Sander from his art school and Belgium had decided to throw a party for the end of the school year. Most people they knew were going to be there, especially Liv and the other girls. And they knew Noah decently enough so maybe they weren’t so out of place.

Upon entering the house, the bass of the music and cheers of people echoed loudly throughout the house and Lucas figured there was not one room that wasn’t being occupied. His hair was in his face, long curls he had been growing out for a couple of months now, and it was hard to make much within the darker lighting. He relied heavily on the motion of Kes and Jayden moving along, walking under the vibrant party lights that provided some guidance.

Most people at the party were heavily intoxicated. And while the three of them weren’t exactly sober, they still had way more comprehension and awareness of their surroundings. Lucas could already spot Isa in the corner of the room, hanging off of Liv who was talking to a girl with short blonde hair and one in a dark green hijab. He didn’t seem to know who they were, and figured they must be some of the Belgian kids that this Sander knew of.

“I’m going to head off to the kitchen.” Lucas whispered lowly to Kes and Jayden. “You can meet Isa and them without me, I’ll catch up.”

“Sounds good.” Kes replied as Jayden gave him a thumbs up.

Even though the house was unfamiliar, only having been here maybe once or twice, he quickly navigated his way to the kitchen. From there, he spotted Ralph near the kitchen island, hosting what seemed to be a makeshift bar. There was another guy beside him, about his height, a collared pink shirt and light brown hair.

“Hey.” He greeted Ralph, while politely nodding at the other guy.

“Lucas!” Ralph exclaimed, walking away from behind the counter and placing his hands on the sides of his face. He felt Ralph kiss the top of his head and the smell of alcohol wafted over him, indicating that Ralph was definitely not sober.

He stepped back with his wide grin and gestured toward the other guy, who waved at him. “Lucas,” Ralph began to explain. “This is Milan, he’s from Belgium. Milan, this is Lucas!”

“Nice to meet you.” Lucas said politely.

“It’s nice to meet you too.” Milan said back. He gestured to Lucas’ hair and grinned. “You have lovely hair, it’s so long and the curls are so softly done. What do you do to it?”

“Oh uhm,” Lucas patted his hair and shyly smiled at the compliment. “Nothing really. I just kind of started to grow it out.”

“He’s truly blessed with being pretty.” Ralph told Milan, before grabbing onto Lucas’ shoulders snd shaking him. “Luc, you will not believe what happened to me! I found my soulmate! We met a few days ago!”

Even though he was more than happy for his friend, there was no mistaking the way he felt his stomach do a flip. He was happy for Ralph, he really was. They had spent hours together looking at Ralph’s dating apps, trying to figure out which one matched the birthmark on his forearm. It felt good to know that the search was over.

“That’s great.” He said, hoping his tone sounded sincere and genuine enough.

It didn’t seem to come off like that, because suddenly Ralph’s face fell and he was squeezing Lucas’s arms.

“Oh I’m sorry Luc, I forgot you didn’t have a mark. I don’t mean to rub this in your face.” He apologized.

“He doesn’t have a mark?” Milan said in surprise.

“Uh, no.” Lucas replied, swallowing hard. “But it’s okay, I’m fine.” That was a lie and the three of them knew it. He turned to face Ralph and mustered a smile. “But I’m happy for you, I really am.”

“Awe, thank you Luc.” Ralph said, patting his face gently. “I’m sure you have someone out there for you. But for now, can Milan and I fix you a drink?”

“Yes please.” He said. “And I’ll probably need a lot.”

-

Lucas felt terrible.

That was an understatement. Lucas felt sick to his stomach and he wanted nothing more but to crawl under some covers and stay there until the noise around him wasn’t so loud. And until he didn’t feel so nauseous and uneasy.

Jayden was right. He couldn’t handle his liquor. At all. By the time in the night, he had lost track of how much he’d had to drink but it was surely way too much. There was no way he was going to tell Kes and Jayden either. He would choose another time to deal with their “I told you so” and relentless annoying teasing.

His feet managed to carry him to the second floor of the house and the second he reached the top of the stairs, he felt a little better. It wasn’t that crowded and there was room for him to take some slow deep breaths. But that didn’t mean he still didn’t feel terrible. Before he could throw up everywhere, Lucas ran around trying to find a bathroom.

The first two doors he tried were locked and he heard a few annoyed reactions from the other side. When he pushed on the third door, it swung open and revealed an empty bathroom.

Or what he assumed was empty.

The smell of weed hit him as he took in the boy sitting on top of the second. The lights were off and Lucas could hardly make most of his features, aside from the tall built frame of his body and the silhouette of a few hair strands falling in front of his face. Due to his impaired vision from all the drinking, Lucas turned on the light.

And realized how beautiful the boy in front of him looked.

For a second, they looked at each other. There was something so knowing in the other boy’s deep brown eyes. Like Lucas had seen them before but not in real life. Like a dream or a past memory. But he knew that he once knew them. Lucas couldn’t help but hold his breath, taking in the boy’s golden tan skin, high cheekbones and defined jawline, with a silver hoop earring that twinkled when he looked closer. The boy was without a doubt, so easily to fall in love with.

It made Lucas feel hopeful.

But the sick feeling came to him again and he hated what he was about to do next.

“I’m sorry.” He breathed out, his voice static as he panted. “I’m going to throw up.”

“Fuck.” The other boy said worriedly under his breath.

Rushing over to the toilet, Lucas fell to his knees. Soon enough, the alcohol finally caught up to him and once again, he had lost this round. It was probably really embarrassing for him to be throwing up in front of a potential crush, but he would have to face that music later.

As Lucas began to continue hurling, his body felt a bit lighter and a little less sick. He began to feel more of his surroundings, like the cold tiles against his knees and the way his hair was hanging in his face. There was no way he was going to be a pretty sight after this.

But then Lucas felt something else.

A warm glow.

It was right on the top of his head, where a bunch of his curls laid messily about. Lucas could feel fingers stroking through them, eventually pulling the hair out of his face and being held back.

At first he thought that maybe it was only coming from the gesture itself. That maybe his body reacted warmly to the assuring touch. But even in his delirious state, Lucas knew it was much more than that.

He could feel the glow everywhere in his body, from the top of his head and the tip of his toes. Flashes of past lives seem to run through his mind in a whimsical swirl, colours and expressions of happiness and love spinning through him that he almost felt dizzy. And each time he could make something out of the colourful mess, only deep brown eyes appeared, looking at him with the same knowing look that Lucas had seen a few moments ago.

Finally, when Lucas figured all the contents in his stomach were gone, he got up and splashed some cold water in his face. His body felt tired as he hopped up on the countertop, where the boy once was.The boy followed and jumped up as well, since the countertop was big enough for the both of them. He waited quietly until Lucas caught his breath and finally mustered the courage to look at him.

“Sorry.” He murmured. “That probably wasn’t the best first impression.”

The corner of the boy’s dark pink lips turned up into a smile. “It was memorable though.”

The both of them sat in silence for a bit, not really knowing where to go from here. They had just met- what were you supposed to do with a person you just met? Let alone the soulmate you had just met. It wasn’t until Lucas noticed the boy playing with his hand, more specifically the one with all the marks.

Lucas had never seen marks like these. They were all over his fingertips and palm of his hand, like a map of the world. They appeared in his left hand, and that was when Lucas realized that was the hand that first touched him.

The boy snorted as he continued to look at his hands. “You know, I thought it was pretty unfortunate my soulmate mark was on my hand.”

Looking at him confused, Lucas replied. “Isn’t the hand the most common place to first touch someone?”

“Well that’s why I hated it.” He smiled to himself. “It’s the easiest way to touch someone and when people see it, they always think that something could happen the second I touch them. Even if it’s a stranger at a coffee shop handing me my coffee. It’s so simple and so obvious.”

“That’s probably better than me though.” Lucas shrugged. “I didn’t even think I had a mark.”

“What do you mean?”

“I never saw my mark. And then I thought I was a late bloomer and even after a few weeks, it never came. So I started believing I just never had one.”

Reaching over, the boy took his left hand and brushed some curls out of Lucas’ face. He felt the familiar fuzzy feeling spark though his body at the touch, as the boy smiled admiringly at him.

“It was just under your mess of curls.” He said lightly, and Lucas felt like his voiced was dipped in warm honey.

“I’m Lucas.” He said, reaching out to shake his hand. “I’m your soulmate.”

Smiling, the boy dropped his hand from Lucas’ hair and shook it. “I’m Jens.” He squeezed Lucas’ hand and a soft glow seemed to emit from their held hands. “And I’m your soulmate.”

And with that, Lucas finally understood what it meant to have someone meant for you. Someone he would soon see as an extension of himself, someone who made him better and who made him feel like he had the world in his hands. Someone who was his, in every lifetime and in every universe. Someone who indeed, was his soulmate.

He had finally found his one in seven billion.

Peggy Carter’s Soulwords

Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes

Steve’s mark has faded, as has Bucky’s; loves long since lived and lost. The right partner and What are we waiting for? Decorate her shoulder blades, one for each, with Steve’s neat print in light sky blue and Bucky’s untidy scrawl being disguised by once shining, now dull silver.

You have no idea how to talk to a woman had printed itself on Steve’s left pectoral, as red as Peggy’s lipstick. When he first came out of the vita-ray chamber it stood out glaringly against his glistening skin. She had tapped it with a finger, a bit stunned by its appearance, the action was brushed off as her simply being in awe of his new form.

The words Bucky received marked the inside of his left wrist; I might, when this is all over, go dancing. Peggy used to trace each delicate line with the tip of a crimson nail when they were sitting in strategy meetings, Steve always on Bucky’s other side, ankles locked together under the table where ‘til the end of the line mirrored itself across their skin.

Angie Martinelli

Angie’s words are the color of blooming violets, a shade befitting of royalty. Coming right up English! winks back at Peggy from the skin above her knee, similar to Angie’s playful wink upon taking her order. Her handwriting is neat, a result of having to make all the food requests she jots down in quick succession legible for the chef to read.

Rounded ruby script marches down Angie’s right arm, spelling out I thought I might tell you about my day. The sleeves of her uniform don’t quite cover it, and Peggy can’t help but grin every time her eyes land on the mark while she’s having her morning coffee at the Automat.

Then Peggy moves to Los Angeles, and somewhere along the way Angie’s words fade. She already knows they’ve both moved on when she calls back to New York; Angie’s engaged to a man named Thomas, he frequents the Automat and listens to her monologues, a sweet guy according to Angie.

Peggy is happy for her, because Angie deserves someone stable, someone whose job doesn’t take them all over the world at the drop of a hat. And for as much as she’ll miss New York, Peggy loves L.A. and its dry heat and horrible traffic. The Jarvis’ are here, and Howard, and the SSR L.A. branch needs more experienced agents. Sometimes, people just grow apart, and life has other plans; it’s a much happier end then Peggy could have hoped for them.

Daniel Sousa and Jack Thompson

The words Daniel leaves on her body are deep blue and match the hastily scribbled notes she finds in the margins of all his paperwork. You deserve it more peeks at Peggy from just underneath her jaw whenever she looks in a mirror; a constant motivator, so innocent and earnest even without a face to match the phrase.

Jack’s mark is warm grey, with large hand writing snaking around her wrist like a thick bangle. Truth be told, I like the kid’s yeti story better; the first time Jack didn’t seem eager to drink up his glory. It’s only later, on the flight back to the states, that Peggy would learn why. After that mission, they began trading the occasional nod of greeting, not quite friendly, but understanding.

A perfect copy of Peggy’s loopy handwriting curls itself below Daniel’s ear. It spells out one word: Congratulations. Singular, but still poignant in its simplicity, speaking volumes of her respect for him even then. The vibrant shade only serves to further highlight the bold disregard for normal that decorates their history.

Her mark on Jack has painted itself across his right hip, the vivid red almost as jarring as the words Snap out of it mate, c’mon, get your arse into gear. Hard to forget, even harder not to recognize. He came clean about the mark at the same time he came clean about his cross, claiming to not want to hold anything back.

There are extra long tails on all of the y’s and g’s in his writing, taupe-colored words stretching across the back of Daniel’s neck; Don’t sell yourself as short as that stump, you’re better than that. The compliment was so lost in a sea of more degrading remarks that he didn’t put two and two together for weeks. It wasn’t until one of Jack’s reports ended up on his desk by mistake and the lengthened letters caught Peggy’s eye that the dots began to connect.

Now that had taken some explaining.

But one comparison between the blue mark circling Jack’s ribcage (Sure, can I borrow your forehead?) and Peggy’s You deserve it more has all three of them sitting in Jack’s hospital room in stunned silence, the resounding question of “what now?” goes unsaid, but not unheard.

Things are far from perfect, but with Jack on the road to recovery, and Daniel and Peggy on the case for justice, the path ahead is starting to look a bit less daunting.

Peggy doesn’t see the marks brighten with color so much as she feels it. After seventy years, she feels that familiar, comforting warmth spread across her shoulder blades, weathered with age but still carrying that residual strength of a woman who never stopped fighting.

Moments after she feels the marks reawaken, her boys come through the door, looking as young and hopeful as the day she last saw them together. Steve clutches a small bouquet of flowers in his fist, his fingers trembling in their grip. Bucky’s hand comes to rest on his shoulder, a soft reassurance even as his own breath comes out shaky.

She smiles as best she can, knowing her aged state must be a shock to the system for both of them. Steve offers a shy grin in return, while Bucky’s lips quirk into his classic smirk. Some things have changed, they’ve both weathered several storms since she lost them, but deep beneath the surface, down in their cores, they are still the men she once loved with every fiber of her being.

Daniel and Jack both passed a few years ago, their marks fading alongside those final breaths, and Peggy knows she’ll be following them soon, but she manages to drag herself from her nursing bed to embrace the boys who first showed her what love could be. They take turns swaying with her, inhumanly strong hands ever so gentle when maneuvering her delicate frame.

Peggy finds her hand resting against Steve’s chest as he turns them in a slow circle, the words hidden just beneath his t-shirt are warm and inviting against her wrinkled palm. Bucky spins her under his arm and Peggy’s fingers press into cold metal where the letters she used to trace over during briefings should be. They’re gone, but strangely, Peggy can still feel them, can feel their presence. The little tingles that spread across her skin feel like she’s being greeted by an old friend; like someone is saying “welcome home” after she’s been away for far too long.

By the end, they’re all in tears, clinging to hands and arms and shoulders with a desperate sense of impending closure. Steve and Bucky both try to apologize for leaving but she refuses to hear it, won’t let either of her men try to reason why she should be mad at them for events largely out of their control.

Instead, Peggy fills them in on all they’ve missed. She tells them of her adventures with the SSR and Jarvis and Howard, S.H.I.E.L.D. in its early years, and perhaps most importantly, she tells them all about her loves. Meeting Angie at the Automat, moving in with her, those months of blissful happiness where they shared such a deep and fulfilling connection.

Stories about Daniel and Jack choke her up a bit, but Bucky’s holding her hand and Steve has tissues on hand so she tells them all about those first missions together and the fighting and eventual resolutions. She paints the full, beautiful picture of her wedding to Daniel and their celebration with Jack in the days proceeding. She tells them about her children, what they became, how they achieved it, and the beaming smiles on both men’s faces as she talks bring her an odd sense of relief.

They’re not upset that she moved on, on the contrary, they’re joyful, proud of the life Peggy built for herself. Her accomplishments are well detailed in all her files at S.H.I.E.L.D. and there’s no doubt in her mind that several of the older agents have talked her up to them both.

The realization hits her like a hard gust of wind. Peggy moved on, lived her life and loved again, but what about them? Steve and Bucky have hardly aged a day since 1945, they’re learning to live again in a word completely foreign yet so similar to the one they left behind, and she’ll likely be leaving it soon.

Knowing she’ll be leaving her boys to fend for themselves is a hard pill for Peggy to swallow, but seeing the softness in Bucky’s smile as he gazes at Steve across her bed, and the twinkle in Steve’s eye as he grins right back tell her that maybe, just maybe, they’ll be okay.

Peggy Carter’s Soulwords

Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes

Steve’s mark has faded, as has Bucky’s; loves long since lived and lost. The right partner and What are we waiting for? Decorate her shoulder blades, one for each, with Steve’s neat print in light sky blue and Bucky’s untidy scrawl being disguised by once shining, now dull silver.

You have no idea how to talk to a woman had printed itself on Steve’s left pectoral, as red as Peggy’s lipstick. When he first came out of the vita-ray chamber it stood out glaringly against his glistening skin. She had tapped it with a finger, a bit stunned by its appearance, the action was brushed off as her simply being in awe of his new form.

The words Bucky received marked the inside of his left wrist; I might, when this is all over, go dancing. Peggy used to trace each delicate line with the tip of a crimson nail when they were sitting in strategy meetings, Steve always on Bucky’s other side, ankles locked together under the table where ‘til the end of the line mirrored itself across their skin.

Angie Martinelli

Angie’s words are the color of blooming violets, a shade befitting of royalty. Coming right up English! winks back at Peggy from the skin above her knee, similar to Angie’s playful wink upon taking her order. Her handwriting is neat, a result of having to make all the food requests she jots down in quick succession legible for the chef to read.

Rounded ruby script marches down Angie’s right arm, spelling out I thought I might tell you about my day. The sleeves of her uniform don’t quite cover it, and Peggy can’t help but grin every time her eyes land on the mark while she’s having her morning coffee at the Automat.

Then Peggy moves to Los Angeles, and somewhere along the way Angie’s words fade. She already knows they’ve both moved on when she calls back to New York; Angie’s engaged to a man named Thomas, he frequents the Automat and listens to her monologues, a sweet guy according to Angie.

Peggy is happy for her, because Angie deserves someone stable, someone whose job doesn’t take them all over the world at the drop of a hat. And for as much as she’ll miss New York, Peggy loves L.A. and its dry heat and horrible traffic. The Jarvis’ are here, and Howard, and the SSR L.A. branch needs more experienced agents. Sometimes, people just grow apart, and life has other plans; it’s a much happier end then Peggy could have hoped for them.

Daniel Sousa and Jack Thompson

The words Daniel leaves on her body are deep blue and match the hastily scribbled notes she finds in the margins of all his paperwork. You deserve it more peeks at Peggy from just underneath her jaw whenever she looks in a mirror; a constant motivator, so innocent and earnest even without a face to match the phrase.

Jack’s mark is warm grey, with large hand writing snaking around her wrist like a thick bangle. Truth be told, I like the kid’s yeti story better; the first time Jack didn’t seem eager to drink up his glory. It’s only later, on the flight back to the states, that Peggy would learn why. After that mission, they began trading the occasional nod of greeting, not quite friendly, but understanding.

A perfect copy of Peggy’s loopy handwriting curls itself below Daniel’s ear. It spells out one word: Congratulations. Singular, but still poignant in its simplicity, speaking volumes of her respect for him even then. The vibrant shade only serves to further highlight the bold disregard for normal that decorates their history.

Her mark on Jack has painted itself across his right hip, the vivid red almost as jarring as the words Snap out of it mate, c’mon, get your arse into gear. Hard to forget, even harder not to recognize. He came clean about the mark at the same time he came clean about his cross, claiming to not want to hold anything back.

There are extra long tails on all of the y’s and g’s in his writing, taupe-colored words stretching across the back of Daniel’s neck; Don’t sell yourself as short as that stump, you’re better than that. The compliment was so lost in a sea of more degrading remarks that he didn’t put two and two together for weeks. It wasn’t until one of Jack’s reports ended up on his desk by mistake and the lengthened letters caught Peggy’s eye that the dots began to connect.

Now that had taken some explaining.

But one comparison between the blue mark circling Jack’s ribcage (Sure, can I borrow your forehead?) and Peggy’s You deserve it more has all three of them sitting in Jack’s hospital room in stunned silence, the resounding question of “what now?” goes unsaid, but not unheard.

Things are far from perfect, but with Jack on the road to recovery, and Daniel and Peggy on the case for justice, the path ahead is starting to look a bit less daunting.

On your wrist is a meter of how dangerous your soulmate is which is shown by color and is relative to your own strength. So if you’re strong and your soulmate is weaker compared to you it would show that they aren’t dangerous. Pale green is the least dangerous and dark red is the most dangerous. Underneath the meter is a phrase saying how dangerous your soulmate is. Saiki’s says that his soulmate isn’t a threat. Saiko’s says that his is catastrophically dangerous

Y'know, sometimes I wish Soulmates and Soulmate mark things were real.

Not even in a romantic sense!

I just want confirmation that someone(s) is gonna stay by my side no matter what. I just wanna know that I'm not gonna be alone forever