Once again it’s time to celebrate soulmates and all the trials and tribulations that come with them. As always, feel free to interpret these prompts in anyway you want! If you think it fits, do it!
First Words—exactly what it says; soulmarks are the first words your soulmate says to you. Tried and true.
The World’s Worst Soulmate—inspired by this post but write it however you want! @embermclainapologist
That Soulmate Zing!—an instantaneous and very apparent tingling or zapping sensation, like a whole new level of your nervous system is unlocked and lights up when your skin makes contact with your soulmate’s. Even the orgasms are overwhelming.
Credit: @chrissihr
For Your Eyes Only—animated soul marks: only your soulmate sees your soul mark animate—bird wings in flight, wildflowers dancing on the breeze, flames flickering, bolts of electricity flashing, stars twinkling, knives whistling through the air or vibrating when they hit a target, etc.
Credit: @chrissihr
“Soulmates trope is (not) about unconditional love.”—Inspired by this post @hawnks
idk how many of these prompts i'll do (lack of time) but well, here's a little something. and yes, everything is about Spirit and Stein, fite me.
edit: external links now!
AO3 FFn
uhhh... academy days, pre-canon.
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Stein hadn't known there would be guests at the ceremony.
He peered out from behind one of the guide pillars in the red guillotine hallway as he watched, craning his neck to see past the heads of all of his classmates, both known and unknown, to the object of his attention up on the dais.
In front of the mirror towered the uniquely imposing form of Lord Death. And just in front of him a meister and weapon slowly bowed to their knees.
Lord Death's words beat against Stein's ears like waves. He couldn't process them. He watched as one great, white hand gestured to the lithe young woman on the left, who rose and turned to face their peers. She folded her hands low in front of her, smiled demurely and inclined her head. To anyone else watching she was the picture of humility, and Stein's stomach turned as applause began to sound.
But then on her right…
Spirit slowly stood and turned to face everyone. He grinned briefly, ran a hand back through his hair as he cleared his throat, and his expression grew nervous as wide, blue eyes began slowly scanning the small crowd. And then, Stein felt a familiar warmth hovering at the edges of his wavelength.
He quickly hid behind the pillar, holding his breath.
"And for the final piece…one witch's soul!"
Stein waited a moment, and then another. And then he cautiously peeked around the pillar again to watch.
The glowing purple and black orb was placed in the meister's hands first, and Stein's brow rose. He hugged himself, digging his fingernails into his arms as he watched her turn and place the soul into Spirit's waiting hands. The weapon's expression had grown solemn, almost worried. But applause began anew, stronger, and after a moment Spirit straightened up.
A strangely shy smile bloomed on the scythe's face, and Stein's heart leapt to his throat when Spirit brought the witch's soul to his lips.
Outwardly, there was no change, excepting Spirit's grimace at probably the taste and feel of what must be a foul thing going down and settling in his stomach. The applause continued as he turned back again and bowed before the Grim Reaper, who had extended his hand. And when Spirit rose he transformed with a blinding flash of light.
Stein gasped softly as he received yet another surprise, the sentiment echoed by his classmates.
"Oh…" Stein breathed as his body was suddenly overwhelmed with more emotions than he could understand. He felt sick. He felt like he was floating. He felt like he was sinking in quicksand.
But his soul's anchor, his lifeline, was far from his hands and never to be with him again. Now, Spirit was in the hands of the Grim Reaper. And he was beautiful.
His physical form had changed with the transformation of just scythe into death scythe. His blade was much larger as a start, and wider at the heel where it connected to a prominent cross-end at the top of his snaith. The latter was just as elegant as before, thinner than other scythes, and now far longer. Stein was certain that in this new form Spirit would be a few heads taller than him if they were side by side.
The most striking change however was to the blade itself. Gone was the jagged gray pattern of teeth as they had once jokingly called it, and now the blade was purely black—shining and menacing and heralding only death in its presentation. Also of impressive note was that the blade was beveled as a diamond from tip to heel, more perfectly than any craftsman could achieve.
Stein leaned heavily against the pillar, watching as Lord Death caught the slim snaith and began spinning the gleaming scythe in brief exhibition. The applause from their classmates grew, intermixed now with oohs and ahs and excited chatter about Spirit's new form.
The other meister had taken a few steps to the side out of the way of danger, and Stein briefly took note as she adjusted her black coat in attempt to hide the growing changes to her physical appearance, seemingly uneasy. Lord Death finished spinning Spirit and held him high aloft, speaking some grand words about his new personal weapon that Stein again didn't quite hear.
He was forced to lift himself back to reality as the ceremony apparently came to an abrupt end, and he pressed himself up against the guide pillar as the guests began filing down the hallway to exit. He hadn't thought this far ahead when he'd snuck in, and he didn't want anyone to know he had been there. His heart pounded as he willed his wavelength to calm, desperately hoping he might somehow remain unnoticed and slip out once they had all left.
"Yeah!" a familiar melodic and cheery voice stood out as his classmates passed. "Oh, yeah! That's gonna be me someday!"
"Without a meister?" a softer but cynical voice replied.
The first girl huffed. "You'll see!"
Stein edged further to the side as the familiar group passed him. Marie continued protesting to the younger weapon beside her, while the taller of the trio of ladies followed behind, shaking her head. Sid walked a few paced behind them, but when his weapon stopped he halted next to her.
"Naigus?"
Stein held his breath.
Marie and Azusa continued ahead as their classmates continued to file out.
"What is it?" Sid continued.
After a few moments everyone else had passed. The sounds of excited chatter began to fade. And when there were none left to look back, Naigus turned.
Sid turned with her. "Oh," he said.
Stein had tensed when he realized the inevitable, but found himself entirely at a loss now that his two peers were staring at him.
"Stein," Sid said.
Stein only blinked back at the pair, his heart racing despite his careful measuring of each breath.
Sid glanced back into the Death Room, and back again when Naigus set a hand on his arm. She turned to face the exit again.
"Naigus?" Sid asked, moving to look at her.
"How about you come back to our place for dinner tonight?" Naigus asked, still looking down the hallway.
Stein didn't dare move, in case any of the three still remaining in the Death Room happened to be looking down the hallway. And he was grateful beyond words that Naigus had somehow read the situation perfectly.
"I… All right," he agreed, his voice sticking in his throat and sounding not like his as he replied.
"Sid, is the coast clear?"
The young meister looked between the two before taking a step around Naigus, glancing up briefly, and then taking place at her other side.
"Clear."
Naigus glanced over from the corner of her eye, and Stein slowly released his breath. His heart was still pounding and his mind racing in all directions like a firework, each line of thought burning out before it could do more than spark.
"I…"
"Let's go," Naigus said.
Not wanting to miss the opportunity, Stein moved to follow at her side as they began moving briskly down the corridor.
With each step away and to safety he felt the fading of a warmth that was no longer his. A grunt of defiance left his lips as he stopped suddenly, turning back.
He could just see upon the dais, Spirit had transformed again and was facing Lord Death, who was saying something far too rapidly to be followed. But… She was facing the hall. And when Stein finally focused his sight, her eyes locked upon his. She frowned
Stein turned and quickened his pace back to Naigus's side. Sid had paused and moved to take position next to him as they continued.
"Stein…" the younger meister began uncertainly, "I'm sure he would have wanted you here."
Stein felt a sharp pang in his chest, followed by a swirling darkness that seemed to want to pull him to the ground. He shook his head reflexively at the same time Naigus looked over to her meister and did the same.
Stein stared straight ahead at the seeming infinity of red pillars and shining silver blades above. He thought of the brief glimpse he'd had of gleaming black in the moment Lord Death caught Spirit in his hands. He wondered what it would feel like…to hold him now…
Another sharp pang in his chest. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"That's right," he said, opening his eyes and focusing straight ahead on the exit. "It doesn't matter."
Sobs filled the public restroom. Her fingers clung to the sink. She looked in the mirror, where she was greeted by her tear-stained face.
"Pull yourself together, Marie. You're a Death Scythe and they don't cry just because they got rejected."
Her courage didn't last long. The tears started rolling down her cheeks again. It was too late anyway. She quickly grabbed a few paper towels. Marie dabbed her face and tried to save what could still be saved.
With shaking hands she dug her makeup bag out of her pocket. She couldn't let herself be seen like that.
Summary: People are colorblind until you see your soulmate for the first time. Amaya never expected to be looking at her enemy as the world lit up around her.
The breach had never looked so beautiful. It had always been a place of death and fear but right now it was lit up by color. It stunned Amaya for a moment, the color that erupted from the lava.
The moment of admiration quickly faded to dread. Why here? Why now? Why, her? The general looked back to her opponent, a skilled Sunfire elf. She looked just as surprised.
Then the elf drew her sword. It was colorful, the blade being different shades of, green? No yellow. It looked lively in the same way that Sairi had told her.
Amaya drew her sword. She looked at it, curious to see how it changed. Nope still gray. Something seemed wrong about fighting the women you're destined to love.
Even if they were soulmates they were enemies first. They attached each other but both soldiers couldn't help but get distracted. The bright colors that surrounded them, the overwhelming feeling of the world looking so different.
The colors were the only destination. There was something alluring about the elf. Every part of Amaya felt that this was wrong. It felt traitorous to feel that way.
When their fight ended Janai wandered around, taking in the sights of the world.
Amaya wasn't going to tell anyone. But when she arrived at the base and saw Gren she couldn't help but smile. He looked good in color. His hair was definitely not what she had been expecting. It was like a lighter version of the lava.
'What are you so smiley about?' Gren signed.
'Just happy to see you' she replied.
Gren smiled. That was sweet.
Amaya's smile slowly faded. She didn't want to lie. Gren was her closest friend, she should tell him. He was unwavering in his optimism, he'd find the positive.
Then she looked at him. She had to come to terms with it first. She couldn't tell Gren, at least not yet.
For the next few days Amaya wondered about the elven stranger. She was a good fighter, strong, beautiful, and dangerous.
When night fell that day, the general rode up to the breach. She knew it wasn't a good idea but, she had to know. When she got off her horse, she went to where the two had met.
And she wasn't the only one there. The elf sat near the edge of the path. She looked gorgeous. It pained Amaya, finding beauty in Xadia. She hated it, she hated her self for it.
Then the elf stood. Amaya waved. The soldier looked at her, "what are you doing here?" She asked.
'Looking for you' she signed.
"What?"
Grabbing a piece of paper, a feather, and an ink well, Amaya questers to the ground. Unsure the elf walked over and sat down. Then the human did.
Amaya grabbed the feather gently and wrote, 'Im deaf.'
The elf looked at her and reached her hand out for the pen. She took it and dipped it in the ink. 'Okay'.
Amaya took it back. 'So, you're my soulmate?'
'And you're mine?'
They looked at each other.
"This alone is treason." The elf sighed.
'It is' Amaya wrote. 'What's your name?'
The elf grabbed the feather carefully, 'Janai.'
'Im Amaya.'
"Amaya" Janai said. It sounded right, saying her name. She hated it in the best way she could.
Maybe this would be okay. Everything had to be okay. Fate wouldn't be so cruel as to connect them only to have it be impossible to love each other right?
'Do you like color?' Amaya wrote.
The two's hands touched as they exchanged the feather. 'I do, do you?'
'I do. Got a favorite?'
"I'm not sure what it's called but-' then she pointed to a color on her armor.
'Yellow?'
"How do you know?"
'My sister used to tell what the colors looked like. She said it was bright and lively; the color of the sun.'
'Oh, you have a sister?'
Amaya nodded sadly. She grabbed the pen and dipped it into the ink. 'She's dead.'
"Oh, I'm so sorry."
Amaya didn't say anything.
Janai grabbed the pen softly, 'What's your favorite color?'
She pointed at the color of her armor, 'blue.'
"How did she describe blue?"
'The color of the sky and of the ocean but also sadness.'
Janai tried to look at the sky but clouds blocked her way. They stayed over the breach, making the area darker than the rest of the land around it.
'If you want we can take a walk? I can tell you what color some things are. If I'm right anyway.'
Janai looked unsure, "to do that we'd need to leave the breach."
'Then I'll follow you'
"Are you sure?"
Amaya nodded. She stood up and extended her hand out for Janai.
Janai led the way. It was the first time in nine years that Amaya had been in Xadia. It felt different being there just to talk instead of going to kill.
Deep down she knew this wouldn't be the last time she'd be in Xadia to see Janai and the more she thought about it, the more she was okay with it. Fate would have brought them together for a reason and maybe that reason was simply to love each other.
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Nonsense
@soulmateseptember
Summary: Written for Soultember 2023. Set before Httyd 1. A soulmate. Everyone has one, but not everyone is lucky enough to meet theirs. The only thing you have to lead you are your first spoken words. Despite growing up surrounded by a tightknit village, Hiccup feels alone. And as his First Spoken Words sound like nonsense to him, he fears his soulmate, too, will be as out of reach as the acceptance and love that he seeks from his father and his tribe.
Warning: /
Rating: General
Characters: Hiccup
Pairing: Hicctooth (platonic)
Words: 530
Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon
Prompt: First Words
Author’s Notes: My only prompt written for Soultember 2023.
Enjoy! :)
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Nonsense. The words sound like nonsense to him.
Ever since Hiccup figured out it were his soulmate’s first words to him that he could hear inside his head, he’s been trying to figure out what they’ve been saying.
Soulmates know they’ve found one another when the first words they speak directly to each other matches the ones they’ve been hearing in the backs of their minds for their entire lives. They’re literally referred to as; The First Spoken Words.
Unfortunately for Hiccup, he hasn’t been able to figure out what his mean. He’s tried to look into sagas, requested book after book from Trader Johann, talked with seafaring merchants that have come from far off places and dared to sail up to the Barbaric Archipelago despite the Dragon Scourge.
None of them have been able to tell him anything so far, not even the language he’s hearing.
In a bout of anger, he throws another book at the wall. It lands on his desk, causing some of his pencils and papers to fall to the ground. It makes quite a bit of noise in his quiet house, but he finds himself unable to care. He’s home alone, his dad has left on another quest to find the Dragon’s Nest.
Sitting on his bed, the 14-year-old, just shy of 15, pulls his blankets around himself. As if concealment will somehow hide him away from the world. As if it’ll somehow shield him from the apparent fact that he can’t even decipher his soulmate’s first words to him.
He doesn’t even know what language they’re spoken in. By now he knows English, French, Gaelic, Latin, bits and pieces of a few others… But none… none seem to match the things he’s been hearing for as long as he can remember.
The odd sounds that echo endlessly in his mind, begging to be solved. They’re just growls. Growls and what sounds like a screech. They make absolutely no sense to him. They sound so animalistic, he can’t hear a single word. He would almost think his soulmate a dragon if not for the fact that this was completely impossible.
Though how ironic would it be? The embarrassment of Berk’s soulmate, his soul’s life partner, can’t even be the right species. They can’t even be on the same side of a war that’s been going on for the past 300 years.
He feels so alone. In a tight knit village of only a little over a 100 people, there’s no where he truly belongs, no one who even wants to hold a normal conversation with him. Not unless it’s to talk about how he should change literally everything about himself before anyone would consider him worthy of “normal conversation.” No friends, his father is always as far away from him as he possibly can… In a place in which no one seems to want him, he thought he could at least have his soulmate with him.
Apparently, he thought wrong.
Still hiding away, wrapped in his blanket, he lies down. His heart aches as he’s plagued by his First Spoken Words, knowing he’s never going to find out who- or what- they belong to.
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Chapters: 3/?
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Darcy Lewis, Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers, Jane Foster/Thor
Characters: Darcy Lewis, James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Jane Foster (Marvel), Peggy Carter, Thor, Natasha Romanoff, Sam Wilson (Marvel)
Additional Tags: WinterShock - Freeform, Alternate Universe – Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, perfectly ordinary time travel, Jetlag, Minor Natasha Romanov/Sam Wilson (Marvel), Minor Clint Barton/Laura Barton, Minor Sharon Carter/Maria Hill
Series: Part 72 of Bingo Bonanza, Part 13 of Soul to Soul
Summary: Bucky returns to New York, Jane has a realisation, and Darcy is one flight closer to home.
Bingo info under the cut @darcylewisbingohq @allcapsbingo @buckybarnesbingo
Title: The Importance Of Friends
Squares Filled:
DLBHQ Mega Bingo Card: S5, Travel (100)
DLBHQ, Adopted Prompt: Once In A Blue Moon (100)
All Caps Bingo (AC1051): Adopted Prompt, Birthday Surprise (200)
Bucky Barnes Bingo (B038): U3, Always (250)
Author: ibelieveinturtles
Fandom: MCU
Pairings: James "Bucky" Barnes/Darcy Lewis, Steve Rogers/Peggy Carter, Jane Foster/Thor
Rating: G
Tags/Warnings: Soulmate AU, Soultember, No powers AU
Summary: Bucky waits in the cold to be picked up, Jane makes a discovery, and Darcy arrives in Perth, Australia.
Word Count: 2354
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49880440/chapters/127059496
Title: and the night would be enough
Link: AO3
Participant: SomeSortofItalianRoast
Square filled:
- Bucky Barnes Bingo: K1: Dyin’ ain’t so bad (card B023)
- SoulTember: Red String of Fate
Archive warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Rating: Mature
Pairing: James “Bucky” Barnes/Scott Lang
Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, soulmate september, Soultember, Hurt No Comfort, Hydra are dicks, Hopeful Ending, angst
Word Count: 1,332
Summary: Scott Lang has never had a red string. Until he did. The Winter Soldier wasn’t a person and therefore didn’t have a soul, or a Soulmate. Until he did.
"Seriously, Virgil. I do not understand her odd obsession with hiding my things."
Virgil hummed in acknowledgment, tossing the watch that Polaris had dropped in his lap back to Logan. "I don't know either, dude. She's just playing."
"Well her 'playing' is going to make me late for class."
"Don't be dramatic, L. It's Friday, your class doesn't start for an hour, and you've never missed a class in your life. Even if you were late, one time won't ruin everything."
Frustration aside, Logan smiled as Virgil held his own bracelet above Polaris' head, lifting it slightly higher every time she jumped to grab it.
These moments were nice. These small, domestic moments that proved they were indeed soulmates, amatonormativity be damned.
As he watched Virgil play with the fox, his eyes landed on the crystal hanging from his neck.
"You're wearing rose quartz," Logan noted, teasingly, smiling as Virgil's blush shone through his foundation. "You have a date tonight, don't you?"
"Oh shut it…"
"Nonsense, I'm just curious. Remus isn't it?" He thought back to the week prior, when Virgil had come home at night multiple times only to immediately collapse onto the couch, mumbling about something that Remus had said to him that day.
Virgil rolled his eyes, putting his bracelet back on and pulling Polaris into his lap. "…Yeah."
"I imagine you're just as nervous as ever."
"Actually, I don't think I am," Virgil said, laughing lightly when Logan looked at him doubtfully.
"Oh? Not that I'm unhappy for you, but that is unusual."
"Yeah well," He shrugged. "Remus isn't a serious person, I don't need to be nervous around him. It's like with you, ya know?"
Logan scoffed. "I absolutely do not know. I am a serious person. All the time. It's a very large part of my personality."
"Oh right, strictly serious Logan. Who was definitely not staring at Janus' tits in the library yesterday."
"I don’t-" He sputtered. "That is extremely unprofessional!"
"So you're saying you weren't staring?" Virgil raised an eyebrow, smirking when he didn't receive an answer. "That’s what I thought. You really just gotta ask him already, dude."
"You are mean, you know that?"
"But you love me~"
Logan didn't answer that either, simply rolling his eyes (and definitely not blushing) and walking into the kitchen. He pulled a glass down from the cabinet, smiling exasperatedly as he heard scratching on the lower cabinets to his left.
He looked down to see Polaris sitting there, her head tilted to the left.
"What?" Logan asked lightly, crouching down to her level. "Care to steal something else from me?"
"She wants a pupcake," Virgil called from the living room. "Patton dropped some stuff off last night, I think they're on top of the fridge."
"Like 2AM, I think. Could you grab me a soda while you're in there?"
"Patton was here last night?" Logan pulled a box down from the fridge, verifying the label before pulling one of the small cakes out, tossing it to the fox that was now jumping at his legs. "I didn't see them, were they here particularly late?"
Logan frowned, grabbing the drink anyway. He threw it to Virgil as he sat on the couch next to him. "You really should get more sleep, you know."
"And you should really get some bitches, yet here you are, pining over a philosophy major. Speaking of which actually I need a favour."
"I-" Logan's jaw dropped, his hand pausing where he had been adjusting his glasses. "Why on earth would I help you after that comment?"
''Because you love me, we just talked about this. Now wait here!" Rushing, Virgil stood quickly, running down the hall where Logan heard him go into his room.
Still in shock, Logan looked over at Polaris, who seemed to be laughing. Hiding her face behind her paws as she ducked her head.
"You are never on my side, you know that?" Logan scoffed, rolling his eyes when Polaris jumped up onto the couch and softly hit her head on his arm.
The two sat there for a moment, before a large crash sounded from the hallway. Almost immediately Virgil stumbled back into the living room, obviously struggling to see around the pile of fabric in his arms. To Logan's surprise, he managed to make it around the chair nearest to the hall, dropping the fabric on the coffee table in front of the couch.
"Virgil I don't-"
"I know you don't do fashion or whatever but one of us," He pointed to himself exaggeratedly. "Is colourblind, and I have a date so please just tell me which of these shirts goes with the skirt. Be objective or whatever, I don't care."
Logan's eyes flickered down to Virgil's hands, which were now shaking. "I thought you weren't nervous." He said softly.
"I'm not!" Virgil stressed, sighing when Logan looked unconvinced. "Lo I just... I really like him, okay ? And maybe I'll look really stupid and he'll be all 'God why would I wanna be seen with this asshole' and then I'll die or something so please just help me?"
Holding his hands up, Logan stood and walked over to the table. "Alright, I'll help." He shuffled through the pile, looking for a specific top, before pulling out a deep purple halter top. He held it out to the other, speaking quietly as to not overwhelm Virgil any further.
"This one will make your hair look brighter. Wear some extravagant eyeliner with it. You'll look fine, dear."
Virgil ignored the shirt, choosing instead to throw his arms around Logan's shoulders, hiding his face in his chest. "Thanks Logan."
Surprised, Logan slowly hugged him back. "Of course, Vee."
The two pulled back after a moment, and Virgil looked at the clock on the bookshelf across the room. "Oh shit, you gotta go. Here, I'll get your book."
He walked over to the shelf, slowly scanning through the books.
"You know..." Virgil said, "I heard Remus mention super subtly that Janus is gonna be in the library alone tonight."
"And by subtly you mean-"
"You do not want to know what I mean."
Logan hummed. "Understood. Well perhaps I could stop by after class."
"Promise you won't chicken out?"
"I promise I'll do my best."
That seemed to appease Virgil, who smiled and handed Logan his book off the shelf. "Have fun at class, nerd."
Rolling his eyes, Logan moved his hand as to take the book, grabbing Virgil's hand at the last second. "Thank you, dear."
He smirked proudly at Virgil's immediate blush, watching him stutter. At their feet, Polaris looked between the two of them happily.
"Love you... or whatever."
"I love you 'or whatever' too, Virgil."
Virgil breathed deeply, dropping his head down on Logan's shoulder before mumbling.
