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Though barely a man grown, and bastard born as well, he was wed to the king’s half-sister, had all the power and wealth of House Velaryon at his command, and had just become the darling of the smallfolk.
Summary: In a world where everyone has a soulmate mark, yours never appeared. Until one day a strange compass forms on your wrist. Now the compass is pointing somewhere in the world. Somewhere your soulmate exists. And whether you’re ready or not… it’s leading you straight to them.
Word count: 1371
A/N: I hope you’ll enjoy this one my loves :)
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Chapter 1 – The Mark
You had always been drawn to the idea of soulmates.
Maybe it was the way people whispered about them in stories, their voices lowering like they were talking about something sacred. Or maybe it was the way your father would sigh softly and look at your mother with a quiet tenderness that made his eyes glimmer.
The way they still looked at each other after all those years—like two people who had found something rare and irreplaceable.
Like two people who had found their home in each other.
You had noticed it even when you were younger. The small, absentminded gestures. The way your father would reach for your mother’s hand while they walked, even when they weren’t paying attention. The way she would smile at him without saying a word.
It was simple.
Natural.
Effortless.
That was what people said soulmates were like. Or maybe your fascination came from somewhere else entirely. Maybe it was because, in a world where soulmates existed, you were one of the few people who still hadn’t found yours.
Soulmate bonds weren’t unusual. In fact, they were completely normal. Almost everyone had some kind of sign.
Some people had red strings invisibly tied around their pinkies, threads of fate, that tightened whenever their soulmate was near. Others shared pain, wincing at injuries they themselves had never received. There were people with countdowns on their wrists, glowing numbers slowly ticking toward the moment they would finally meet the person destined for them.
A girl in one of your classes had words written across her collarbone—the first sentence her soulmate would ever say to her. Another student had a small constellation of freckles across his shoulder that matched his soulmate’s exactly.
Everyone had something.
Everyone had a sign.
Except you.
For years, your skin had stayed stubbornly blank while the people around you discovered their marks one after another. You still remembered the excitement the first time it happened in your class back in school. One morning a boy had come in with glowing numbers on his wrist, and by lunchtime half the school was gathered around him, asking questions and making jokes about how he’d probably meet his soulmate before graduation.
After that, it seemed to happen more and more often. Marks appearing during class. During lunch. During completely ordinary moments that suddenly became unforgettable.
At first, you had waited patiently for your own sign to appear. You checked your wrists every morning out of habit, half expecting something to be there. But year after year, there was nothing. You learned to pretend it didn’t bother you. You laughed along with your friends when they talked about their soulmate marks. You shrugged whenever someone asked about yours.
“Maybe it’s just late,” people would say reassuringly.
“It’ll show up eventually.”
You always nodded and smiled. But deep down, a quiet doubt had begun to grow. What if the universe had simply… forgotten you?
The thought had crossed your mind more than once, usually late at night when everything was quiet and your thoughts had too much room to wander. You tried not to dwell on it.
Still, the feeling lingered.
And then, one ordinary afternoon, everything changed.
You were sitting in your last lecture of the day, half-listening to the professor as he spoke about something you had already forgotten.
Your notebook lay open in front of you, though your pen had long since stopped moving.
The sun was beginning to set outside the tall windows of the lecture hall, filling the sky with deep shades of red and purple. The colors bled into each other like watercolor across the clouds, soft and beautiful.
It was the kind of sunset that made it hard to focus on anything else.
Your gaze drifted outside more than once, watching the light slowly shift across the horizon.
That was when you felt it.
A strange tingling sensation prickled across your wrist.
At first, you barely reacted. You assumed it was just irritation from your bracelet, which had already been rubbing against your skin while you were taking notes earlier. Without thinking, you rubbed the spot absentmindedly. The professor’s voice continued droning on somewhere in the background.
But the feeling didn’t fade. If anything, it grew stronger.
The tingling spread slowly beneath your skin, warm and buzzing, like tiny sparks dancing along your nerves. It made you shift slightly in your seat, a small frown forming on your face.
That definitely wasn’t normal.
You rubbed your wrist again, expecting the feeling to disappear.
It didn’t.
Instead, a strange warmth settled beneath your skin, pulsing softly.
Your attention finally snapped away from the window.
Carefully, you pulled your sleeve up.
And froze.
A faint mark had appeared on the inside of your wrist.
For a moment, you simply stared at it, your brain struggling to catch up with what your eyes were seeing.
The mark was circular, formed from thin, delicate lines that curved into a precise shape. It looked almost like an old compass carved directly into your skin. Tiny symbols and markings lined the outer edges, perfectly symmetrical. And at the very center rested a thin needle.
Your breath caught.
Your soulmate mark had finally appeared.
After all these years.
But it wasn’t anything you had ever seen before.
You glanced around the lecture hall instinctively, half expecting someone else to notice. But everyone seemed focused on their own notes or staring at the board. No one was looking at you.
Your eyes drifted back to the mark.
The needle didn’t move. It simply rested there, quiet and still.
Pointing nowhere.
For the first few days after the compass appeared, you checked it constantly.
After waking up.
During lectures.
On the bus ride home.
While brushing your teeth.
Before going to sleep.
Sometimes you caught yourself staring at it without even realizing it, tracing the delicate lines with your fingertips. Anyone would be curious if a soulmate mark suddenly appeared after years of nothing. Still, the excitement slowly faded into something quieter.
Something closer to nervous anticipation.
The compass didn’t disappear. If anything, it became clearer.
The thin lines sharpened as the days passed, darkening slightly against your skin. Sometimes it pulsed faintly beneath your fingers, warm and alive, as if it were gently reminding you that it existed. As if it were waiting for something.
Waiting for someone.
You searched the internet more than once, trying to find someone else with a similar mark. But you never found anything quite like it. Compasses weren’t common soulmate signs.
At least, not that you could find.
Eventually you stopped looking.
But the question stayed in the back of your mind. A compass always pointed somewhere.
The real question was—
Where?
Late one night, you lay in bed, your room illuminated only by the pale glow of moonlight slipping through the curtains. The world outside was quiet. The kind of quiet that made every small sound seem louder—the soft rustle of sheets, the distant hum of traffic somewhere far away, the steady ticking of the clock on your wall. You turned onto your side, staring absently at the ceiling.
Without thinking, you lifted your wrist and studied the mark again. The compass looked almost silver in the moonlight.
Then the needle quivered.
You blinked. For a moment, you wondered if your eyes were just playing tricks on you.
Then the needle moved again.
You sat up immediately, your heart skipping as you leaned closer to the faint light spilling across your arm. The tiny needle slowly shifted.
Just slightly. It turned to the left.
And then it stopped.
Pointing firmly in one direction.
Your heart began to race. A compass always pointed somewhere.
Which meant— somewhere out there… the person the universe had chosen for you existed.
Your soulmate.
For a long moment you simply sat there, staring at the tiny needle on your wrist. The realization settled slowly in your chest, warm and unfamiliar.
After years of wondering… after years of waiting…
You weren’t alone anymore.
Somewhere in the world, someone existed who was connected to you by something bigger than coincidence.
Something bigger than chance.
And somehow—your mark had just begun to lead you toward them.
I’m subscribed to that channel. The owner has played multiple other YouTubers to see if the snake just hated Markiplier or was just hostile towards men. Turns out he was fine watching all the other YouTubers he just hated Markiplier specifically 😂
Tofu the snake! the owner has been running several various experiments based on people's thoughts/theories in the comments, like showing an edited image of Mark (it took Tofu a few minutes to recognize him, but once they did they immediately started trying to attack him) and even bringing in other snakes to see if they react too (none did). so far the consensus is that Tofu just really fucking hates Markiplier
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