Prompts: Reflecting in the mirrors is the appearance of your soulmate
If you and your soulmate possess the same item, it’ll glow
Bubbles gives you a blurry glimpse into your soulmate’s world (visions of possessions, friends, family, laughter, crying, etc)
Villain ‘Parent’ : Mother Gothel / Rapunzel
Word Count : 1k
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Ever since you were younger you could remember your mother telling you about soulmates. How when you had a similar object, like the rings of your parents, they would glow. Or if you looked into something reflective, like a mirror or a bubble, you could see into your soulmates world.
For years you would carry around a mirror with you, but would only see your reflection. Your mother would give you a small smile with her green eyes and simply say “It’s not time yet”.
It didn’t last long though, because on your 8th birthday, you were looking out your window, onto the horizon. The sky was hues of pink and orange, the sun setting in the distance. Your wish hadn’t changed since you knew about soulmates. It was always the same. Take me to find them. Please let this be the year.
Your wish came true, however not in the way you wanted. That night, when you slept, dreaming of the prince who would sweep you off your feet, you were instead whisked off to the ile of the lost by none other than mother gothel herself.
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Unlike when she took your mother, gothel never left the tower. She didn’t treat you with the somewhat politeness she did with her mother.
She fed her small meals, forced her to use her hair to make her young and made her clean. She beat you, to the point where you would get some bruises littered around your face and arms.
The princess felt weaker everyday, gothel had taken her necklace her mother gave her as a young child. She also rid the tower of any mirrors, forcing you to have no idea or concept of your soulmate. Who they were, what they looked like.
On the rare occasion when you were washing the floors, through the bubbles you could sometimes see apparitions of waves with a flash of red.
Your mother always told you when you meet your soulmate for the first time, your whole body feels warms. You want to run into their arms and talk all night.
~~~
It was late at night. Mist hung in the sky, and a light hue of village lights could be seen from a distance. Fresh bruises littered your cheekbone and your jawline. If there was one thing gothel wouldn’t take from you was your window. It showed you how close you were to civilisation, and possibly your soulmate. But you had already tried to escape. That didn’t end well.
So you sat on your window sill, watching the lights flicker.
“Y/n!” You could hear her shout.
You scrambled downstairs. Gothel stood by the kitchen counter.
“I’m going into town…You stay here and clean the floors. Don’t even think about leaving.” She glared, opened the trap door, then shut it with a key. You rushed over to the window, to see her figure disappear into the woods and to the village. She knew the weight of her threat, and therefore got out your bucket and got to work. Pouring the soap in, you watched wistfully outside, feeling a tug at at your heart, when suddenly you dropped the bottle in the bucket, spilling soap everywhere.
“Shit”
You went to the sink to rinse off your hands, before moving back over the soap bucket. Inside it was fully of bubbles, including a large one in the middle that started to show an apparition.
A night sky was formed, as your soulmate walked through a dimly lit street. A sigh that read ‘Curl up and Dye’ could be read above as it seemed they were headed there.
They looked around as they walked, to different shops and people, who seemed to slink away when they looked at them.
You let out an audible gasp and you saw the familiar, curly headed witch, walking through the streets. The city wasn’t far. Your soulmate was here. Only a few minutes away.
In previous years, you wouldn’t risk it. The bruises that would form later, and the harder your heart would break was not worth it. But now, your soulmate was so close, and you had to run to them. If you didn’t you probably would never have another chance.
Slipping on the only shoes you owned, you quickly fumbled with the trap door, before rushing down the stairs and nicking your arm on the rusty door.
Your feet touched the grass for the first time in years, as you marvelled at the feeling. But you didn’t have the time, so you ran blindly into the woods.
Sure enough, a few minutes later you were in town, watching as the villains lurked around the shops. How could you be so close to civilisation without anyone noticing?
You tried to stay inconspicuous, but with the hair length you inherited from your mother it was hard to stay hidden.
The shops looked worn down, some that hadn’t been used in years. One had a slightly cracked dusty mirror.
Wow.
You looked rough.
Bruises were all around your face and arms. The dress you were wearing was in no better shape. Your eyes were dull. A glimmer shone in the mirror before a clear view of a ship deck was seen, and a view of Aradon.
“Excuse me” You stopped an old man who was walking by, “Could you tell me where the docks are?”
“Follow the lights”
~~~
You ran for another ten minutes. Your feet ached, but you had to find your soulmate.
As you were just approaching the docks, you heard your name.
But it wasn’t in longing, or in a recognizable way.
Turning around you saw Mother Gothel, her face red, seething with rage. Her food was tossed onto the ground as she charged towards you.
You bolted ahead of her, running onto the nearest ship you could find.
“HELP!” You shouted.
“I told you, you’d regret it. you know you’ll never escape” she shouted.
“Hey!” A female shouted “who are you?”. She had teal hair, and a menacing look on her face.
“Please,” You ran towards her, “Help”
You guessed she could see the crazy look in your captors eyes, because she called for more crew, and someone now stood between you and Gothel.
As soon as she saw the other pirates, she flipped a switch and acted like the sad mother.
“Please…It’s my daughter. She’s lost and she needs to come home”
“I doubt she’s your daughter, she looks pretty scared of you. And even if she was. I still wouldn’t let you near her” The teal headed girl argued.
“You don’t even know her!”
A door on your left flew open, although with the many people in front of you you couldn’t see who it was.
“I think I know her pretty well” An accented voice spoke. “And I don’t appreciate you treating her so cruelly”
“She hasn’t talked to anyone in years, how the hell would you know her?”
The voice came closer towards you, and people shuffled to move out of the way.
“How do you think? You locked her up with nothing. No mirrors, no lockets, no communication”
Your breathing quickened, but you had no idea why.
I’m going to be fine. These Pirates are going to save me and then I’ll probably have to pay them back by scrubbing their floors. At least I’ll be able to see the ocean.
The accented voice got closer, before being right next to you. “You treat a princess like that? I mean I’m no kind soul either, hell I steal from little girls shops, but you don’t beat someone. Especially not her”
You looked up to see the voice defending you.
Wow.
Standing next to you was a tall pirate, with a crooked hat sitting on his head. Some brown locks peaked from underneath the hat. He wore a red jacket, and held a hook in his left hand, which he hooked onto his belt. Around his eyes were slight remains of what looked like eyeliner, that looked like it had been smudged off not too long ago. His eyes were ice blue, and a soft smile was stretched onto his face.
Holy shit this was your soulmate.
You could remember what your mother had told you when she explained soulmates to you. When you meet them your body is all warm and fuzzy, and you want to hug them and talk with them all night.
Now was not the time though, as your seething ‘mother’ grabbed a dagger from a nearby stool. All the pirates around you pulled out their swords, but watched as the woman hunkered over to the pair.
“You think you can save her? She’s already broken. And crazy for thinking she can actually get out of this” She seethed at the pirate.
He showed no change, except the once soft smile was now a Cheshire-like grin. He grabbed your hand defiantly, as to test what she would do.
You felt the cold rings press into your hand, and tightened your grip.
“Now..Y/n. I know it might be tempting to stay here. But think about it, would you rather be with your lovely mother. Or these nasty pirates.” She paused.
“You might think he can love you, but he can’t. No one can because you’re broken, and useless. So how about you and I-”
“I’m just as broken as her”
You pirate nudged you behind him, broadening his shoulders.
“And if you think I’d hurt a hair on her head, you’re wrong”
The teal haired girl from earlier tossed him a sword, and he effortlessly caught it.
“So…You can either go back to your tower. Leave peacefully. Or we can fight. But I’m not gentle”
Seconds after everyone broke out into a fight.
You were ushered into another room, away from your ‘mother’ and the boy.
You could hear swords clashing and some people jumping around.
The door was kicked open, and Gothel ran over to you. She held the knife to your throat and spoke in a cold voice.
“ You will come back..You have no other choi-”
She was knocked off you in a matter of seconds, your saviour pushing her out of the way.
“She’s staying here” He growled. “Now get off my ship”
~~~
After she had left, with much resistance, your soulmate had given you one of his
shirts and you rinsed off in the shower. Stepping out of the shower and pulling the t-shirt over your head, you rung out your hair in the sink.
As you splashed cold water on your face, you looked up to see your reflection. The bruises on your face were still purple but healing.
The door creaked as you entered the dimly lit bedroom. Your soulmate lied on the bed, smiling.
“Took you long enough” he spoke, raspy with an accent.
You smiled sheepishly back and walked closer to him.
“Come on” he grabbed his wrist, “I dont bite” he pulled you down to his bed, you fell beside him. “Unless you want me to”
You squeaked, “That’s okay...”
He brought a hand up to your face and you flinched. He softly rested his hand on your cheek, looking at you with sad eyes.
“I’m sorry doll...I wouldn't hit you..”
“What’s your name?” You asked, quietly.
He flashed a grin, “Harry Hook, nice to finally meet you soulmate”
He is the little spoon. He loves it when you leave small kisses along the back of his neck and intertwine your hands against his chest. Dude is nestled between both of your legs.
Mal
She lays her head on your chest, the beat of your heart calming her down. Whenever you kiss her forehead, she smiles and rubs her nose against your skin. You love to wrap your arm around her and hold her close.
Harry Hook
He just comes and lays on top of you. You love the feeling of his weight holding you down, making you feel safe. He surrounds you completely and you love it.
Evie
She loves to face you and entangle her limbs with yours. You are so close, you feel every breath she takes. You can’t get enough of her and she feels the same.
King Ben
He lets you sleep on top of him. You love to lay your head on his chest and feeling his gentle arms around your waist. You feel his smile against the top of your head as he cradles you, keeping you safe from anything.
Jay
He is the big spoon. He wraps his strong arms around you and you love the feeling of his sturdy chest against your back. You love the feeling of him being so close and the familiar smell of him calms you down and helps you sleep better.
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He would try to help you as much as possible. Following your lead, handing you ingredients and doing whatever you ask of him. He would kiss your hand, lovingly look into your eyes and stole kisses when the cookie would bake in the oven.
Harry Hook
He would lurk over your shoulder, making you feel his present behind your back. He would always distract you with his charming, wicked smirk and sparkling blue eyes. Leave open-mouth kisses along your neck, making you shiver and forget all about baking.
Evie
She would take over the recipe, measuring out the ingredients exactly and not letting you help even a little bit. You would smile at her lovingly while she tells you interesting facts about how the cookies bake.
Carlos De Vil
He would be more excited than you about baking. He would try to taste the dough and you would laugh while pushing him away. In revenge, he would eat a handful of chocolate chips, smearing chocolate all over his face. You would shook your head fondly and kiss it away until nothing was left.
Jay
He would try to pretend that he doesn’t care about baking but you know better. You know he’s happy to spend time with you alone. He would be sitting on the counter, just watching you prepare everything. You would smile at him knowingly and he would puff before grabbing you t-shirt and pulling you into a kiss.
Mal
She would pretend that she doesn’t know what she’s doing just to get you to come closer and help her. She would smirk at you with her green eyes and throw flour at you. You would narrow your eyes with a smile on your face and the two of you would brake out in a food fight. At the end, there wouldn’t be enough ingredients to bake those cookies.
