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[sajaheart]

Saja Boys: Soulmates

Day 1 of flufftober and I'm already using an alternate prompt? Yeah... I just immediately had all kinds of ideas for soulmate AUs for these guys! They might each be a little angsty at the beginning, but it turns into fluff. Whoops. I kinda want to turn each of these into much larger fics, but for this particular event, this is what we have.

Most of the other days won't be this long, but I figured I should start with a bang and see how far we get! I hope everyone enjoys 💛

Pairings: Jinu x Reader, Abby x Reader, Romance x Reader, Mystery x Reader, Baby x Reader

Summary/Themes: each soulmate AU is a little different and brings its own drama, but overall these are just sweet get-together moments of soulmates finding each other

Word Count: ~ 3.5k words total (~ 700 each)

Flufftober 2025 - Day 1: Alt Prompt - Soulmate AU

Jinu

You’re born with your soulmate's name on the inside of your wrist.

The name on the inside of your wrist had always been a little unusual. When the letters fully formed when you were a child, you didn’t understand why your parents were so confused or why they struggled to say it out loud when you asked them what it said. You learned later that it was because the particular symbols that make your soulmate’s name are rather old and not commonly used anymore.

You think it’s cool and unique until other kids start making fun of you for having such a weird soulmate. After a few incidents, you decide to start wearing things to cover up the name. You gain an extensive collection of bracelets and bandages over the years.

As an adult, it bothers you less. You don’t show it off, but you still habitually decorate your wrist with jewelry. It’s special to you because you have never seen anyone else that has something so unique. You know you wouldn’t end up with the wrong person, like some unfortunate people do that have common names on their wrists.

It does nag at you sometimes, though. You’ve never heard of anyone still having a name written quite like that, but it doesn’t dim your hope. You keep looking and searching, but you never imagined you would find him like this.

You’re at a fan-event for your current obsession, the Saja Boys. You’ve been waiting in line for what feels like hours but has probably been less than one. You happily stop in front of the group’s leader and hold out a picture with both hands. Jinu takes it with a wide smile, but his expression faulters when his eyes catch on your wrist.

The name is visible between the thin, delicate chains you decided to wear today. You pull your hand back and cradle it self-consciously in front of your chest when he stares at it for too long. He apologizes, but his voice sounds distant. Jinu signs the picture and takes an extra moment to add a personal note.

When he hands it back to you, he doesn’t immediately let go. You look at him, but he’s staring at your wrist and the signed page between you. Following his line of sight, your breath hitches when you see what he wrote. It’s a note addressed directly to you using your full, proper name, which you definitely didn’t tell him. Below that is the familiar idol signature, but tucked under it is a direct copy of the name on your wrist.

“That’s my real signature.” He whispers to you. His eyes are brimming with happiness. “Can you stick around to talk after the event?”

You nod excitedly and step aside to let the line continue along. When the signing is over, you are whisked away along with the group. Once you and Jinu are somewhere private, he takes your hand and gently traces his thumb over the characters on your wrist. He’s smiling from ear to ear and rambling something about how many years he spent thinking that he didn’t have a soulmate.

“It’s one of the reasons I got the Saja Boys together. Once I knew you existed, I wanted the best chance I could get to meet you.” He keeps going on about things that don’t make a ton of sense to you right now, but you listen just to hear the sound of his voice.

He remembers belatedly to remove the mandatory leather cuff from his wrist. It hides his soulmate’s name from the public. All idols are required to wear them, so it feels almost scandalous to see him take it off for you. But seeing the letters of your name on his wrist is like the greatest reward. Now you understand why his face lit up so bright at the event, because you are certain that yours is doing the same thing now as you chest swells with emotions.

Abby

You can hear your soulmate's thoughts.

You had been told all your life that you should hear another person’s thoughts in your mind. It probably wouldn’t be constant and might just be little reminders, but there should be another voice in there other than your own. But you never heard anyone but yourself.

Doctors and other professionals said you could just have a quiet partner or that their mind is always racing and nothing clear can come through the soulmate bond. They did also mention the possibility that you didn’t have a soulmate or that something tragic had happened to the other person.

None of those options or explanations really did anything to soothe that aching silence in your head, the gap where your soulmate’s thoughts should be. Your thoughts decided to be unhelpfully loud to try and fill the silence, and lately they haven’t been such happy thoughts.

You often thought maybe you were broken or that if you tried hard, maybe your soulmate would hear you and finally think something back. You didn’t want to give up hope, but at the same time, your brain was constantly reminding you of all the reasons (lies) that you aren’t good enough to have a soulmate.

Needless to say, it is a rather large shock when one day, completely out of the blue, a voice shouts out in your mind, “Shut up! I wish you would just leave me alone.”

Those thoughts cut worse than any knife. All this time, your soulmate could hear your insecurities and never once did they correct you before today. You tried your best to keep your thoughts quiet, not sure what your soulmate could pick up on. But after that first outburst, your soulmate’s thoughts don’t stop.

You can tell he’s a rather light-hearted guy, despite your initial interaction. You hear snippets of jokes and verses from songs. Then there’s complaints about feeling tired from practice and frustration at a rival idol group. You think at first that he must just be a fan, but then you realize that he’s actually in the group.

Even though you should just want to ache in peace and wish for silence again, you can’t help but offer soothing thoughts and comments back. You remind him to drink water at practice and rest when it’s over. You also hype him up when he’s trying to compliment his own appearance.

Then, one day, his thoughts come in frantic and upset again, just like the first one. He’s screaming in his mind for the guilt and pain to go away. You realize that his first thoughts hadn’t been directed at you, they had just been the first ones loud enough for you to hear.

You do your best to soothe him with your own thoughts while trying to get information from him about where he is. You’re not even sure when you make the decision that you want to meet him after all, but he clearly needs comfort. You get snippets, but it’s thankfully enough to track him down.

When you find the group exhausted and taking a break in a practice room, you realize that one of them is missing. Your soulmate is still upset, so he must be the one that isn’t here. You know some about the Saja Boys. You looked them up after the song lyrics started rattling around in your brain. You weren’t entirely sure which guy is your soulmate, but you had your suspicions.

It turns out that you were right when you go charging into the next room to find Abby curled up with his head clutched between his hands. “Hey, it’s alright. You’re fine.” You reach out to touch his knee and his head shoots up.

He looks utterly confused. “I know your voice. You’re the nice one. I thought I made you up.” He carefully places his hands on yours like he’s afraid you aren’t really there.

You shake your head. “I’m real. Just like you.”

“I have a soulmate?” Abby’s voice is quiet, almost hesitant as he looks you over carefully.

You nod with a soft smile.

“You’re gorgeous.” He grins, bad thoughts completely forgotten for the moment.

“So are you.” You laugh and return the compliment. “Which, you already know.”

Without warning, he sweeps you into a hug and you both happily embrace there on the floor. You can worry about the bad thoughts later, because right now you just want to enjoy this moment with your soulmate.

Romance

You can’t see color until you see your soulmate.

You had always dreamed of the day you would see your soulmate for the first time and imagined how colors would light up the world around you for the very first time. You’ve read stories and watched videos of how people react to being able to see colors for the first time, so you know how it’s supposed to go.

You try not to worry too much about it when all your friends start meeting their soulmates and you’re left as the only one still seeing the world in grays. You know, deep down, that your soulmate is worth the wait, but you really wish that you would find each other soon.

The last thing you expect when you’re out shopping with your friends is to get caught up by a surprise street performance from a new boy band. The song is ridiculously catchy and you try to sneak your way to the front of the crowd to get a better look. One of the guys blows a kiss in your direction. When your eyes meet for a split second, the world explodes in color.

He falters in his rehearsed dance steps. He stumbles over his own feet, pink hair falling in his face. He brushes it away and searches the crowd for you again. One of the other group members nudges him and another bumps his shoulder to get him to focus. He blinks and falls back into place as they finish their song.

Then they disappear in a flourish of smoke. You stand there, wide-eyed and gasping at all the colors surrounding you and the rush of emotions of meeting your soulmate. Except, that’s when you realize that he’s gone and you didn’t even get to speak to him. You frown, a hollow ache forming in your chest, as you look around.

You search for any sign of the group, but don’t have any luck. You decide to try and find your friends instead only to have your attention stolen away by a hissing sound coming from the alley. Swiveling around to find the source of the sound, you spot the idol peeking out. He waves you over and you go without hesitation.

“Hey there, beautiful.” He greets you with a wide smile. “I’ve waited so long to finally meet you! My name’s Romance. What’s yours?”

You introduce yourself with a blush. “You’re so bright and colorful!”

Romance gives you a teasing grin. “So are you, sweetheart.”

You look down at your own outfit and realize the colors are just as bright as the yellow and pink your soulmate is wearing. You laugh and step closer to the idol. He reaches out and takes your hands in his without hesitation.

“Your eyes are beautiful.” He leans close, looking at you in the eyes as a blush creeps across his cheeks. “I should get back to the others before they come looking for me. Here’s my number.” He passes you a slip of paper, then kisses your cheek before reluctantly pulling away.

“Wait!” You call out after him. When he pauses, you step forward and wrap your arms around him. “Thank you for coming back to find me. I was worried you had really disappeared.”

“Don’t you worry, sweet thing. I’ll always find you.” He squeezes you tight and presses another kiss to your cheek.

Mystery

Anything you draw or write on your skin appears on your soulmate too.

Most people wrote notes on their skin to communicate with their soulmates for the first time. When you tried writing simple little things like “hello” or “how are you?,” you would never get a response. So you eventually took to drawing instead. If your soulmate was too shy to write notes, then you would use your skin as a canvas for other things.

You started doodling small little symbols and patterns on your skin, tucked away in place easily hidden by clothes. You didn’t want to make your soulmate upset with you. So, you would draw little hearts on your chest when you’re getting ready in the morning, hoping to brighten their day a little too. It progressed to other things like stars on the inside of your elbow or swirls on your thighs.

As time went on and your soulmate never added anything or marked you in any way, you started getting more bold. You drew lines and patterns that would cover your arms and hearts and stars on your hands and fingers. You were done being shy. You wanted your soulmate to reach out and tell you to stop or encourage you or anything. At the very least, the more elaborate drawings would make them easier to spot in public.

You had a specific drawing you would add everyday. After getting ready in the morning, you would draw a star below your left eye. It was obvious, hard to hide, and you drew it on fresh every morning so it wouldn’t fade. You knew your soulmate would struggle to hide it, but they never once asked you to stop.

You know you should be more focused on where you’re walking, but you are too distracted adding flowers to the drawing on the inside of your wrist. But bumping into the Saja Boys on the street is not how you expected the inevitable disaster to go. The most surprising part is how they react. You apologize profusely to Jinu, the one you actually walked into. He laughs and brushes it off, but then you take in the other’s reactions. Baby is staring wide-eyed at your face and Abby elbows Mystery in the ribs while Romance shakes his shoulder in excitement. You take a hesitant step back and give them a confused look.

Mystery is shoved forward by the rest of the group and right into your personal space. “Um, hi.” He gives you a somewhat awkward wave.

“Hey.” You reply. “Is everything alright?”

He nods and seems to shake off his initial surprise. “I just wasn’t expecting to actually meet you.”

“Me?” You are taken aback by that. “How would you even know who I am?”

He smiles and parts his hair just enough for you to see the star on his cheek that matches yours perfectly. You’re so stunned that you drop your marker. Mystery turns his arm over and pushes up his sleeve to reveal the flowers you had just drawn. “You’re quite talented. I like these.” His voice is soft and sincere, and you melt a little on the inside.

“Why did you never write anything back or add to the drawings?” You’ re aching to know why all your art has been so one-sided, needing to know that it doesn’t extend to his feelings too.

“It’s just so wonderful the way you draw it. I didn’t want to mess it up.” Mystery bends over to pick up the marker. “I also feel guilty that I have to keep it all hidden, although you make it difficult sometimes.” His lips twitch into a grin.

You blush and look down at your hands. “I didn’t mean to cause problems for you, I just really wanted to know if you existed…”

“I’m sorry I made you feel that way. I can start adding to your art if you want.” He reaches out to take your hand and turns both of your arms over so he can add a heart under your flowers on his wrist. You watch with wide eyes as the mark prickles into existence on your wrist as well.

“I’d love that.” You rub at the little heart like it’s a promise. Then you look back up at his face. “I can keep the drawings to less visible places and stop drawing in the cheek star.”

His hand flies up to his cheek. “No, you can leave this one. It’s like a good morning kiss that I get to wear all day.”

You smile and promise to keep drawing it. You also let him keep the marker you dropped so he has no excuse to not draw back now.

Baby

The first words your soulmate says to you are written on your skin.

For most of your life, you had always assumed that your soulmate was someone you met as a child. Your parents made sure that you knew all of the other children you interacted with as a baby because they didn’t want you to miss your soulmate just because you had the fortune of meeting them so early in life.

You made a point of spending a lot of time with each person on the list as you grew older and understood what finding your soulmate meant. But you never felt specifically drawn to any of them and they didn’t have your words on their skin. So, once you reach adulthood, the words “goo goo ga ga” forever etched into the skin above your heart become more of a taunt or pathetic reminder that you might never truly know who your soulmate is.

Deciding to focus on your career is better for your sanity. So you throw yourself into your job on the production crew of a variety show and do your best to never think about love or soulmates anymore. And it’s honestly easy when dealing with temperamental idols and celebrity tantrums. Not all of the people that come through are problematic, though. Like today, a new idol group is set to appear.

The Saja Boys had practically become an overnight sensation, and the producers had been excited to get them on the show. The guys were polite and even cheery, like they never turned off their public personas. Well, four of them are pleasant. One of them is determined to undermine every single game or task you line up for the show.

Baby Saja has made it his own personal mission to make everything look laughably easy regardless of the actual difficulty of the game. Even the hot sauce, especially the hot sauce. Because the guy is literally kicking his feet while practically draining the entire bottle. Even when everyone else has dropped out, he keeps going.

Popping the bottle out of his mouth only when it really is empty, he looks you in the eye behind the camera and says, “Goo goo ga ga.”

Your jaw drops. It couldn’t be, could it? Surely he’s spoken to you already today. That can’t be the first thing he’s said to you, can it? He’s spoken around and even about you, but those are his first words addressed directly to you. “You have to be kidding me.” You say, meeting Baby’s gaze with a disbelieving chuckle after the show cuts for a break.

Your coworkers look at you curiously while you stare at the idol still seated on the stage. His eyes widen for a moment and then narrow to an almost cold glare. “What? Disappointed to have a soulmate like me?” Baby practically sneers. He stands and crosses his arms as you hesitantly step up to him.

“Disappointed?” You ask, brows knitting together. “Why would I be disappointed? I’m so relieved I could cry.”

His posture is still guarded but his expression shifts to confusion. “Then why would you say that?”

That’s when you realize what you said, what words must be over his heart. Your hands fly to your mouth. “I’m so sorry! It’s just…” You try to get a hold of your emotions, absently rubbing your chest over the mark you used to hate. “I’ve spent so many years of my life thinking I would never really know who you are because we met when we were babies. I definitely didn’t expect to hear that out of a grown man’s mouth today.”

Baby grins and drops his hands to his hips. “I can live with unexpected.” He shrugs. “So, you aren’t upset that I’m… me?”

You shake your head quickly. “I’m only upset I wasted my time with all those other people. But I am so glad to have finally found you. Can I hug you?”

He laughs and wraps his arms around you in a crushing embrace. You cling to each other in mutual relief, both having experienced pain over your words, but also with excitement and hope for what your shared future can be.

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Day 26: Soulmate AU

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Akaza reached into his pocket and his phone was not there. That snapped him from his confusion and he looked around. He certainly had not dropped it in Douma’s room as he had not used it there. Thus, he whirled around and hastened to his own room. He carelessly tossed the door open and looked at his desk where he usually set his phone down. And to his surprise, it was right there, lying on his desk, the black screen staring at the ceiling innocently. Of course, it was there, everything had its own place in his room. And somehow, that suddenly seemed strangely suffocating to him.

Akaza shook the thought off, grabbed his phone, and sat down on his bed while already unlocking it. He had a few notifications and skipped through several college related mails with an exasperated sigh. When he had almost reached the messenger notifications, another one popped up and his heart skipped a beat. But the icon was that of a mobile game that he had downloaded and forgotten about, and he angrily swiped it away. Finally, he opened the messenger and hastily read through the messages. Daki, Daki, a classmate from college, spam – Hi Dad, I lost my phone and need money! –, Enmu, Daki again. But no messages from Douma, neither on the messenger nor on social media.

His stomach tightened when he quickly scrolled back to his chat with Daki. Silence was not Douma’s element, neither in real life nor digitally. Usually, Akaza had at least three reels and one random text message from Douma at any given time, often memes Douma could laugh his head off at. But now, nothing. Maybe he had decided to spontaneously visit their friends and if so, Daki would know about it. Akaza opened her chat and quickly read her messages, but none of them was about Douma. He ignored them and shot her a text, his fingers rapidly tapping on his bedframe while he waited for Daki to go online. That usually took only a few seconds, a minute at most, but of course, now of all times she did not see his message right away.

“Fuck it,” Akaza muttered to himself and opened another app. For a moment, his thumb hovered over the little green symbol. He was no fan of calling people and opposed to Douma who could chat away on phone and video calls for hours, Akaza preferred to text people or at least see them face to face. But then, he straightened his shoulders and hit the call button.

A few ringing tones, then a crackling sound. “Hi,” a cheerful voice bubbled through the speaker and Akaza sighed in relief. But before he could say something, the voice continued, “You’ve called Douma’s phone. I’m not here right now, but you can send a messenger bird, if you’d like to. Bats and owls are fine, too. Cheerio!”

Then, a shrill sound echoed through Akaza’s ear when the call disconnected. For a moment, he stared at his phone. Hearing Douma’s voice had made him feel lighter for a second, but the returning silence now felt heavier than ever. And before he could crumble under its weight, he quickly opened a different contact and hit the call button again.

The phone had barely rung twice when it already connected, a voice booming out of the speakers so loud that Akaza flinched and quickly held the phone away from his body. “Akaza! Where the hell have you been?”

“Daki?” he asked cautiously, before internally facepalming. Of course, it was Daki. He had called her, after all. Daki seemed to agree as she sarcastically replied, “No, the sandman. Of course it’s me, silly! Why did you ignore my texts, what happened? And why are you calling instead of texting? Did somebody die?”

“Hopefully not,” Akaza blurted out, before he could stop himself. Instantly, Daki calmed down and even the rustling in the background faded away.

“Akaza, what’s wrong?” she asked, now sounding decidedly worried.

Akaza paused and stared at his empty desk. Now that he was actually talking to her, it turned out harder than he had anticipated. “I …,” he started and trailed off. She waited patiently and that gave him enough time to try again. “Douma and I had a fight.”

The sigh that came through the line made Akaza shift in his seat uncomfortably. When Daki spoke again, her voice was softer and hovered somewhere between compassion and reproach. “Oh, Akaza. What did you say to him?”

Akaza’s first instinct was to protest. But then, he sighed and his shoulders sank down. While Douma had his flaws, he was neither argumentative nor aggressive. He rarely ever said a bad word about someone and rather withdrew from a situation than start a fight. “It’s not that I said anything specific,” he reluctantly replied. “It’s more the way I treated him. I had a shit day and he made a mess of the kitchen and I just …”

Daki sighed again, this time softly. “And you took it out on him. And now he’s gone.”

Akaza shot up. “How do you know that? Did he come over? Do you know where he is?”

Daki stifled a laugh. “Whoa, calm there. No, he’s not here and I have no clue where he is. But that’s just how Douma is, isn’t it? When he gets overwhelmed, he leaves.” She paused and when Akaza did not reply, she gently said, “He’ll come back, Akaza. Don’t worry.”

Akaza leaned his back against the wall and pulled his knees up. He wrapped his arm around his legs and closed his eyes, still holding the phone with the other hand. “What if he doesn’t? What if he has had enough?” he asked so quietly that he was not sure whether Daki even heard it.

For a moment, the line stayed quiet, then he heard a small creak when Daki moved. “You’re really that blind, aren’t you?” Daki said after a while, but her voice was oddly warm. “You really don’t see it, huh?”

Akaza felt the cold of the wall creeping up his back and huddled up even more. “See what?” he asked tonelessly, his heart beating weirdly slow.

Daki laughed to herself and he could almost see her shaking her head. “If you don’t get it yourself, I won’t be the one to tell you. I love you and that’s why you have to figure this one out by yourself. Good luck, Akaza. Text me later when you found him.”

And with a last soft laugh, she hung up, leaving Akaza alone with the whirlwind of thoughts racing through his mind. He let his phone sink down, still staring at the now dark screen. His heart fluttered and even though he tried to tell himself that this was just one of Daki’s crazy ideas, he could not help asking himself what she had meant. The sinking feeling in his stomach grew when he involuntarily asked himself whether she knew something he did not know yet. What if Douma had confided in her, or maybe Enmu or Gyutaro, and she had overheard it? What if he had told her that he was fed up with Akaza’s moods and planned to move out? Akaza tried picturing an apartment without Douma’s clutter, a day without his shenanigans, a clean but awfully quiet kitchen. A morning without Douma’s cheerful greeting and a night without a last smile below iridescent eyes.

At that thought, Akaza’s stomach churned and he shot up. He hastily stuffed his phone into the pocket of his pants and grabbed a random pair of socks. Before he knew it, he was in the hallway, jumping on one leg while quickly putting on a sock and a shoe. He almost slipped on the still wet spot where his clothes had been, but managed to keep his balance somehow. He slipped on the second shoe – luckily one that matched the first one – and slid his keys into his other pocket. Then, he left the apartment and was out of the building in less than a minute.

The street welcomed him with a humid twilight. The sky was not fully dark yet but the grey blanket of clouds did not allow much light to come through. It was not raining anymore but some of the clouds seemed thicker and darker than others and Akaza providently pulled up his hood. He had no idea where to start his search. But what he knew was that he would not allow Douma to leave before he at least had explained himself. And thus, he picked any direction and started walking.

The streets were empty and quiet and the longer he walked, the more Akaza realized how much he hated silence. It felt hostile and unsettling, devoid of any life. He quickened his pace until he was almost running. His head turned in every direction, trying to get a glimpse of light hair or the red sweater Douma had worn in the kitchen earlier. But there was no one there, not even the odd passerby. Even the buildings seemed darker than usual, as if the people had collectively decided that this was an evening that required dimness.

After a while, Akaza realized that he had instinctively chosen the direction that led to where Daki and Gyutaro lived. It was quite a stretch of blocks until he would get there and somewhere along the way, he would pass the minimart where he and Douma occasionally fetched the late groceries when they had forgotten it earlier. Akaza almost looked forward to it, as at least the minimart would be full of light and people, even if there was no one else out right now.

In an effort to get there quicker, he walked even faster. As if the sky itself wanted to keep him from it, the clouds ripped open and sent another downpour his way, the second one he had the misfortune to experience today. And yet again, Akaza was wearing only a hoodie – and the blue raincoat still lay safely where it had been the whole day. Akaza huffed and cast his gaze downward so that the hood would shelter his face from the icy raindrops as best as it could. Puddles splashed under his feet when he carelessly stepped into them. Sharp gusts of wind that accompanied the breeze howled through the street, tugging at his hood. Akaza quickly grabbed the edge of his hood and pulled it down. While the ice-cold rain slowly seeped through his clothes, he started running. If he made it to the minimart, he could at least sit out the worst part of this downpour.

The obstacle came out of nowhere. The rain rushing in his ears, Akaza slammed into something both hard and soft, and with a yelp, he stumbled back. He heard a loud splash and instinctively looked down. His heart skipped a beat when he saw the groceries tumbling out of the two bags that had landed on the ground right between two puddles. “Fuck, I’m so sorry,” he gasped and knelt down, frantically reaching for a red can that was rolling dangerously close to the bigger puddle.

Clothes rustled when the person he had bumped into also crouched down and quickly started gathering the astray groceries. Akaza looked down at the can in his hand and his throat tightened when he recognized the brand. He had seen it mere hours ago, sitting on the kitchen isle next to the heap of pots and pans, opened and dripping with tomato sauce. He gulped and tried to shake the thought off. While grabbing a pack of spaghetti slowly drowning in the smaller puddle, he reached for the plastic bag laying on the ground. As he fumbled with it, trying to put the can of tomato sauce back in while saving the spaghetti with his other hand, he suddenly realized that it had gotten quiet again. The other person had halted in their efforts to gather the groceries and before Akaza could think about it, he felt a hand graze his, followed by the rustling of the plastic bag. Akaza instinctively looked to his right and saw a slender, very pale hand holding the bag open for him. His skin felt warm where the hand had touched it and his heart skipped a beat. He dropped the can into the bag and looked up.

Akaza had never known how much he liked rainbows until he met Douma’s gaze. His heart stopped when he saw Douma’s pensive expression, his beautiful eyes resting on Akaza’s face, slightly narrowed as if faced with a riddle he could not quite solve. He seemed unbothered by the rain, his light hair shimmering golden as it flowed down onto his shoulders. The raindrops on his face looked like pearls and for a moment, Akaza could not breathe.

“I thought you left me,” Akaza said quietly and his words hovered between them. “I thought you wouldn’t come back.”

Douma’s face softened and his hand moved slightly, almost as if he wanted to run his hand along Akaza’s cheek. And for a moment, he wished Douma would. “Why did you think that?” Douma asked, his voice almost drowned out by the rain.

Akaza’s throat tightened and he averted his gaze. “Because I’ve treated you unfairly yet again, just because I had a bad day. Because I’ve said something really horrible that I didn’t even mean.” He paused. And then, before he lost the courage to do it, he tonelessly said, “And because I always show you my annoyance, but never tell you how much you mean to me.”

For a while, there was silence, only broken by the pattering of rain. Akaza closed his eyes and asked himself why he had waited until it was too late to say something he should have said a long time ago. When something warm touched his cheek, he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to hold on to the feeling for as long as he could. The warmth lingered for a moment, then it vanished, washed away by the icy rain. He listened intently for footsteps moving away, but heard nothing.

“You should have said something,” Douma said after a while. And then, his voice tender, “But even though you didn’t, I knew anyways.”

Akaza opened his eyes and looked at Douma. The warmth in his gaze made Akaza’s skin tingle and when Douma looked away, everything in Akaza longed for the moment to continue. And when Douma reached out for another can slowly rolling away, Akaza caught his hand. The world around them froze and even the rain seemed to quiet down. A part of him could not believe what he was doing, but another voice from deep within whispered that it felt right.

“I am so sorry, Douma,” Akaza said and this time, he did not look away. “I shouldn’t have treated you like this. I never should have said what I did. It was a lie, and I regret it.”

For a moment, Douma held his gaze. Then, he looked down at their hands and smiled. “I accept your apology,” he said softly and ran his thumb over Akaza’s hand. Then, his smile turned mischievous and when he looked up again, his eyes were shining with a wicked gleam. “If, and only if, you agree to clean the kitchen the next time I cook!”

And before Akaza could process the sudden change in his mood, Douma grabbed the last fleeing can of tomatoes and elegantly rose to his feet. He looked down at Akaza with a grin before extending his hand. “Are you coming or do you want to take a bath in the puddle while I go home and wreck our kitchen again?”

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[skatesfullofsunshine]

Sunshine's Flufftober - Alt 11, Alt 12, Alt 15, Alt 19, Alt 20, Alt 25

Let Me Be Your Fire -

Prompts: Alt 11, Alt 12, Alt 15, Alt 19, Alt 20, Alt 25

Rating - E

Pairings: Fíli/Ori, Kíli/Tauriel, Bagginshield, Dís/Original Female Character, Nori/Dwalin, Dori/Balin, Gimli/Legolas, Original Female Character/Original Female Character

Word Count, at the present time: 229,955 words

Summary:

When Thorin's rule as King Under The Mountain comes into question 13 years after Erebor was reclaimed, Fíli alongside Ori step up to assure their restless kinfolk of the future of their reclaimed kingdom by offering to marry and produce the next in line to the Throne Under The Mountain.

While having known each other since they were pebbles, both Fíli and Ori will realize they have a lot to learn if their nascent friendship and arranged marriage have a chance of making it at all.

Can love grow amidst duty and remain, or was their idea all for naught?

Thank you to @usuallysublimepenguin for this lovely prompt art piece!! I cannot thank her enough still for creating this for my fic! :)

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[belvedia02]

Día 28: Soulmate

Fandom: Wednesday TV

Relationship: Wednesday Addams & Enid Sinclair

Words: 1,674

Prompt: Soulmate AU (alt 15)

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@flufftober

[larilori]

Flufftober Alt 15 Soulmate AU

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/71739261

Title: Soulmarks

Summary: Finally, there was an exciting topic at school that even Anya was interested in: Soulmates.

Anya stared intensely at herself in the mirror, turning left and right, jumping up and down, and stretching as far as she could. But she couldn't see anything.

“Operation Soul is at a dead end,” she muttered into her non-existent beard and turned to her partner, Agend Penguin, who was watching her very closely. “Anya will continue researching her files. Keep an eye out for when Dad gets back,” she ordered her partner sternly, who, as always, remained reliably silent. His way of saying yes.

She grabbed her school bag, took out a thick book, and threw herself face down on the bed. “Now, that was on the page where Anya had drawn the Stellas,” she murmured as she flicked through the book.

When she found the page, she scratched her head with a pen and stuck out her tongue as she read. She had seen on TV that this was the best way to concentrate, and therefore it was true. Shortly afterwards, there was a knock at her bedroom door, which opened a moment later.

“Anya, dinner's ready. Oh, you're studying?” asked Loid, raising an eyebrow. Anya nodded and jumped off the bed. As a researcher, she needed to eat a lot—after all, she had to think a lot. So dinner came at just the right time.

“I never thought I'd see the day when you'd study by choice,” said Loid as he sat down at the table.

“Was isch wema issch wowal”

“Don't talk with your mouth full, Anya,” Loid reprimanded his daughter, who was hastily swallowing her mashed potatoes. “We're talking about soulgates, it's really exciting,” she said with a sparkle of enthusiasm in her eyes.

“It's called soulmates, Anya,” Loid corrected her, and Yor giggled. “I remember when that was a big topic in my youth. All the girls immediately set out to find their marks.” Anya beamed at her. “Will you show me your mark, Mama?” she asked excitedly.

“Oh,” Yor blushed slightly, and Loid intervened. “You don't just ask something like that, Anya. A mark like that can also be in a rather unpleasant place that you don't want to show,” Loid chided Anya.

A soul mark can appear anywhere on the body, Yors mark is probably in a more intimate place than her arm or leg, otherwise she would have reacted differently, Loid concluded mentally, and Anya's mouth fell open.

“Dad, will you look at my butt?”

“I'm definitely not looking at it!”

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[cyhyr]

Whumptober Day 16. Reluctant Whumper (Alt 15)

There's a lot more story to this drabble than 100 words can cover buuut I'm only doing drabbles so you get this tiny little bkdk piece. Tagging for whumptober: @atereal @oneinist

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“I don’t trust anyone else,” Izuku gasps. “Please, Kacchan—”

Katsuki shakes, his palm hovering over Izuku’s forearm. He has to do this, has to inflict excruciating pain, before the sensation of this damn quirk builds enough that Deku’ll seize. “I love you,” he murmurs. “I know.” Katsuki lets off a pop, right against Deku’s skin, and he screams—

“Thank you, Kacchan,” Izuku sobs, finally laying back and relaxing. They have maybe fifteen minutes before the agony builds up again; before it becomes too much. And this quirk can last for hours.

“I’m sorry,” Katsuki whispers hoarsely. “I’m so sorry, Izuku.”