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please dont leave ... please.. I can't LIVE without you!!

[lathalea]

Day 15: Boop!

Today's fic for the Writer’s Month 2021 challenge (see @writersmonth for more info) is a request for one of the winners in my latest Majestic Monday sleepover. Hope you'll like it, @justfollowtheroad! Thank you so much 💙

Today's prompt: word: edge | setting: soulmate AU

Imagine living in Erebor at the time of its greatness, with prince Thorin as your... best friend?

Fandom: The Hobbit Relationships: Thorin x Reader Warnings: fluff Rating: G As usual, you can read this fic here and on AO3.

Khuzdul: Mahal - Aule Kaminzabdûna - Yavanna Tahith (endearment) - little giggler Mudtelê - my heart of all hearts

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Boop!

The legend says that Mahal created the Dwarves from the hardest stone in existence to make them the sturdiest of all the races of Arda, but he balanced their nature with the softness of their hearts, pouring love into them. He wanted his children to be as happy as he was with his wife, Kaminzabdûna, so he made two dwarves from each piece of stone. All the seven fathers of Dwarves, including Durin the Deathless, had partners from the very beginning, their soulmates, but it was to be different for their descendants. Each of them had to find their Other Half.

The legend says that when the time is right and their hearts are ready, a mark will appear on the wrists of each couple. It means that on that day they have a chance to discover the identity of their soulmate. Sometimes they would see a glowing aura around their Other Half, sometimes all it took was a touch, other times the world around them would explode with colours, and sometimes they would simply dream of that person. It was different for each couple. If, however, a Dwarf hadn’t found their soulmate on that very day, the mark would disappear forever along with the chances for ever finding your One.

The Great Library was your favourite place in Erebor.

Being surrounded by countless books and scrolls on each and every subject you could think of, by the smell of parchment, herb tea, scented candles and polished wood, was the best feeling in the world. It was not surprising that a bookworm like you would spend as much time as possible in that place. Every evening you would head to the library. This day was no different, with one exception. There was something on your mind and you hoped you could reach the library before Thorin did to gather your thoughts. You would meet him there almost every day if your busy schedules allowed.

Thorin, or as everyone else would call him, Prince Thorin, was your... best friend. Yes, this is how you thought of him. You had been fast friends since before you could remember, and, if you believed what your mothers said, it all began when you were tiny pebbles. Apparently, one day some kid you played with took Mister Prickly from you, the stuffed hedgehog you never parted with.Thorin valiantly rescued your favourite plushie from the kidnapper, even though punching that boy meant a week with no desserts for the young prince. Since then, you had always had each other’s back.

As a kid, you had a few playmates, but no one was as close to you as Thorin and the feeling was mutual. You simply felt best in each other’s company. He was a Dwarf of few words who often seemed too serious for his age due to his duties, and you were a dreamer who sometimes would forget that there was a real world besides the ones you found in your books. Perhaps the reason that your bond survived until now was that you always felt comfortable in each other’s company: you made him smile and forget about his burdens, while he made sure that you spent some time outdoors and was always there for you.

When you reached the library, it turned out that Thorin wasn’t there yet. You sat by the fireplace, on the edge of your favourite armchair and opened a random book, but you couldn’t focus on the words written on its pages. When you thought no one was watching, you uncovered your wrist for a moment. The mark was still there, looking exactly the same as it did when you woke up in the morning. You swallowed nervously. Some dwarves waited for the mark to appear for years after they reached adulthood, and you received yours so incredibly soon after reaching battle age. You often dreamed about this day, wondered who would be your Other Half and what they would look like. There was never any doubt in your mind that you would find that Dwarf immediately. The reality, however, turned out to be different. A greater part of the day had passed, and you still didn’t know how to find them.

The mark on your wrist looked like a hammer and so you spent the day going through all the possibilities in your head. Were you supposed to find your soulmate, your One, in the Engineering Guild? Or maybe in the Forges? Was he a farrier or a carpenter? Or perhaps a member of the elite warrior unit, the Mahal’s Hammer? On the way to the library you even took a short detour and passed through the training grounds and the artisan quarter; you peeked curiously into several armourer’s workshops; you even passed by the southern halls where the stonemasons used their hammers and chisels to carve breathtaking statues from the green-veined stone. There was nothing. No loving glances, no fireworks, no rainbows, no ethereal music.

What would happen if you didn’t find your One on time? Would you be condemned to lead a lonely life, tormented by the thought that you had a chance of happiness and lost it forever?

Thorin’s arrival interrupted your gloomy thoughts. A small smile appeared on your lips as his large frame filled his favourite armchair, next to yours, but he only responded with a nod, his brow furrowed. It seemed that you weren’t the only one who had a lot on their mind.

“Tough day?” you asked, looking at his aquiline profile and the cascades of his damp hair flowing down his broad shoulders clad in a brown rumpled shirt with yellow embroideries.

Thorin grunted in confirmation and tugged at his beard braid, not glancing at you. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say that he was purposefully avoiding your gaze, but that couldn’t be true, could it? To make matters worse, his fingers drummed on the armrest. You know him too well not to notice how upset he was.

“Lots of work at the forges?” you moved along the edge of your seat, slightly towards him.

“Aye. More than I thought,” Thorin spoke solemnly, as if he was delivering grave news to you.

His eyes studied a bookshelf on the opposite side of the room. He rose as suddenly as he appeared.

“I’d better go.”

“Thorin, what is it?” you stood up as well and took a step towards him.

“Nothing of consequence,” he muttered, looking down, still not meeting your gaze. This was more serious than you thought. He was your best friend and you couldn’t stand idly by while he brooded himself into a dark cloud of gloom. Luckily, you knew exactly what to do.

Before he had the chance to move away, you lifted your hand and pressed your finger against the tip of his nose.

“Boop!” It was all you managed to say, because at the same time the world turned upside down for a blink of an eye.

It was as if a hot current passed through you, a tingling sensation that spread throughout your body, wave after wave, its epicentre in the place where your skin touched Thorin’s. You froze. You felt both hot and cold at the same time, your heart was beating as hard as a hammer against the anvil, some strange sweetness uncoiled in your chest, and you felt as if you were floating in the air. This is when his eyes finally met yours and you felt yourself drowning in the twin azure pools of his gaze. A wave of dizziness washed over you, making you sway.

“Tahith…” Thorin murmured huskily, using your childhood nickname that he was always quite fond of. His arms wrapped around you, steadying you, as if you were a ship on a stormy sea and he was your anchor, your rock.

You held on to him frantically, his shirt crumpled in your fists, noticing the rapid rising and falling of his chest.

“Thorin, what is happening?” you gasped, trying to calm yourself down, dizziness still lingering at the back of your mind.

His throat bobbed and then he did something that he had never done before. His forehead pressed lightly against yours and he gently cupped your cheek. And, to your utter confusion, he smiled widely, his previous sadness gone without a trace.

“I cannot believe it myself,” a small chuckle left his lips. “Tahith, is there perhaps a mark on your wrist?”

“I… How do you know?” You mumbled, but then Thorin’s arms encircled you once more. This time he was pressing you against your chest as if he was worried that you would disappear. You heard laughter budding in his chest and hugged him back, simply because it felt like the only thing you wanted to do. Because it felt right. Thorin murmured into your hair, “Oh, Tahith, you are the smartest person I know, do you truly not know what it means?”

Suddenly it all made sense. All those emotions and sensations, your worries, his brooding. This has to be it.

“Thorin, are you saying that…?” you whispered into his shirt.

“My mark… I noticed in the morning,” he spoke with hints of merriment in his voice as he loosened the embrace to look down at you. “At first, I believed it was a cave mole, so I assumed that my Other Half would be a miner. Mahal, I was such a fool! And so I hated that mark, refused to acknowledge what it meant, I did not even visit the mines!”

“Is that why you were so worried?”

“Aye, and so I went to see you, I wanted to tell you,” he whispered feverishly, his eyes searching your face. “But when I saw you in your chair, sitting with your book, those glasses on your cute nose, I simply stood here, cursing my fate, wishing that my mark would change into a book, but it would not…”

“What is it? Show me,” you took his right hand into your hands as he uncovered his wrist. “Thorin, this is not a cave mole at all!”

“I know, Tahith, I know that now,” he chuckled, sparks of merriment dancing in his eyes.

“How on earth could you confuse Mister Prickly with a cave mole?! I’m deeply offended!” You huffed, faking indignation, while your heart secretly welled with joy.

“I hope both you and Mister Prickly will forgive me one day,” he flashed his teeth at you in a mischievous smile. This was the Thorin you admired the most and, now you finally could admit it to yourself, you adored. You couldn’t stop yourself from giggling.

“What about your mark, Tahith?” he asked, placing his hand over your forearm.

“I spent an hour in the southern halls, staring at the stonemasons at work. By now, they probably think I’m some kind of a creep. I’m never showing my face there again and I don’t want to talk about it ever again. Besides, there is a lot of stone dust in my hair,” you grunted, uncovering your wrist.

“A blacksmith’s hammer! But it is certainly not a stonemason’s tool! Look at the heft, and the profile of the head, the surface…” he started explaining enthusiastically, a true blacksmith’s apprentice. His masters would be so proud of him if they could see him now. Unfortunately for them, they weren’t here, their loss. You had Thorin all for yourself and there was something urgent you needed to do; something you secretly dreamed of, but never dared to act upon it until today.

“Thorin,” you gently interrupted his lecture, trying to ignore the nervous fluttering in your stomach. “If it all means what I think it means, then… Shouldn’t we do something?” A moment of silence.

“Aye, we should. If you would like to, that is,” Thorin stepped from one foot to another, taking your right hand, the one with the mark, into his. Was it the light from the fireplace or were his cheeks above his beard slightly flushed?

“I… I think I would like to,” you admitted quietly, your voice trembling slightly.

He gave you a nod and slowly lowered his face towards yours. Your nose bumped against his and you giggled, but Thorin wouldn't give up so easily. He tilted his head, not letting go of your hand.

When his lips brushed against yours, that sweet dizzying sensation filled you once again, but this time you were prepared and held onto him, wrapping your arms around his neck, sealing your newfound love with a tender kiss that made you both forget the whole world around you.

“That was…” you murmured when your lips parted and your eyes met. You noticed that there was a new softness in Thorin’s gaze, something that had never been there before; or perhaps something that you had not noticed earlier. A flower of deep affection for the Dwarf in front of you bloomed in your chest and you realized it wasn’t the first one nor the last.

“... yes. Very much,” he agreed with a deep rumble in his chest and brushed his nose against yours. “Your lips are as sweet as honey, Tahith.”

“And your beard tickles,” you replied with a chuckle, pressing your forehead against his. “But I think I like it.”

“You’d better, because you are my One,” he brushed his fingers against your cheek. “And I am afraid that you are stuck both with my beard and me for the rest of our lives.”

“It sounds like a very good plan, Mudtelê,” you whispered and your hearts sang in joyous unison as your lips met again.

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[twinflamesinfinity]

Your twin flame is like a mirror to you. For example, you may have similar interests but also share the same short-temper, which can cause you to clash. Remember, mirrors are a reflection of you, the good and the not so good qualities.⁠ ⁠ In this sense, your twin flame can show you something you want to change about yourself. The traits of your personality that you once didn’t notice are now in the forefront, and you can thank your new mirror for that. You get to see yourself in a whole new light and in a way that other people see you.⁠ ⁠ You both feel like you’re in sync. It’s like having a telepathic friend, where you can think what they’re feeling and immediately understand how they’re feeling. With just one look or one thought about you before they called, you two can often understand one another without having to explain anything.⁠ ⁠ You both have many similarities. This could be commonalities such as the types of foods you like, a similar belief system, desires, or the same zodiac/birth year. As you get to know one another over time, you’ll learn that you both have more in common than at first glance.⁠ ⁠ Unlike soul mates, twin flames do not complete each other. A twin flame comes from the idea that the ‘soul’ is already complete; you meet this person to aid you in your own life purpose and personal/spiritual growth.⁠ .⁠ .⁠ . 🎫 • If you are looking for answers and way for faster reunion Contact/ DM 561-757-93711 📩🌍@third.eye.shaman and receive FREE Special TwinFlame 🔥 Reading and Evaluation. 🏷 The Code : TF.888⁠ .⁠ .⁠ .⁠ 🖼 Art : @raphael.vavasseur.art — view on Instagram https://ift.tt/zPpWZTl

[queerlyraging]

you ever been so aro that you forget some people only associate soulmates with romantic connotations

[marvelship-oneshots]

SOULMATES (STUCKONY) [part 1 of 2]

Soulmate AU where people are not necessarily their soulmate's soulmate [1.7k words]

Soulmates existed, whether people believed it or not. Having a soulmate was something crazy. It could be the person you loved or the person you heated. One never knew who their soulmate was, they revealed themselves in the most unique way, most of the time in the least appropriate of times. One could be married, thinking that their spouse was in truth their soulmate, and then, out of the blue, their real soulmate just appeared. The other problem with soulmates was that it was possible, rare but possible, that one soulmate had another soulmate. That was the case for Tony, Steve and Bucky.

Bucky knew who his soulmate was since he was a kid. Steve was his soulmate. Steve was his best friend, they grew up in the same building. He was 14 when he understood that his fragile best friend was his soulmate. One day, Steve touched his forearm and left a light red handprint. That was how he knew it. Bucky had loved Steve since then. One they turned 16, he told Steve, who was surprisingly on board with them being together, despite the time they lived in. On the other hand, Steve didn't know who his soulmate was. He had told Bucky that he was his soulmate, that they were destined to be together and when Bucky asked him where his handprint was, he had told him that, for him, it manifested in another way. He didn't have the courage to tell him the truth, that he didn't have a handprint, nor any other signs that Bucky was his soulmate. Steve knew it would break his heart and Bucky didn't deserve it. Bucky might not have been his soulmate, but Steve loved him anyway. Then the war happened, they both enlisted, Bucky left for war and Steve became Captain America. They were separated and then they met again. Steve tried his best to find a sign, a tiny mark, a sound, whatever would tell him that Bucky was his soulmate, that they were destined to be together. Then Bucky died and Steve thought that that was the reason why Bucky couldn't be his soulmate. If Bucky was dead that young, he couldn't be anyone's soulmate, right? Steve convinced himself that Peggy was his soulmate.he liked her, but she was no Bucky. She was pretty great, a beautiful, badass woman, but what he felt for her was nothing like what he felt for Bucky. He had a chance, on that plane. Stay and keep pretending that Peggy could be his mate for life, or die. He didn't want to live in a world without his Bucky, not if he didn't even have a soulmate. And so, he decided to go down with the plane and the bomb. He couldn't feel the pain for Bucky's death if he himself was dead as well.

Except, he was not dead. Somehow, the super serum and the ice preserved his body. He woke up in an era that wasn't his, everything he knew was gone. His family, his companions, his friends, his Bucky were gone. Peggy as well wasn't there anymore. Even his Brooklyn, the Brooklyn where he grew up, was now foreign soil. He was forced to build a life in a new century. And then is when Steve met Tony. He thought Tony would be much more like Howard but in truth they couldn't be any more different. Thank goodness, if you ask Tony. Truth to be told, Steve didn't really like Tony when they first met and neither did Tony. Steve and his extreme righteousness drove Tony crazy. On the other hand, Tony's sarcastic, witty comments, made Steve insufferable. So there they were, in the middle of a crisis, fighting over dumb stuff. But that was just Steve trying to flirt. Bucky was the flirty one, not him. He never even had the reason to be flirty with anyone, so he didn't know how. He didn't know why he wanted to flirt with Tony, he absolutely couldn't stand him, but something attracted him to the billionaire like a magnet. After the alien situation -he fought aliens, how crazy is that?- he tried to ignore the obvious connection between him and Tony, but it was like the whole world was trying to push them together.

In a week they would meet at least  twice at the SHIELD facilities. The third week, Steve finally found the courage to ask him out. He didn't see it as a date date, he just meant for it to be a nice dinner with a friend. For Tony, it was a romantic date. Although Steve didn't expect it, it was nice spending time with Tony in a romantic way. When he was alone, Tony was actually nice and Steve was sure that he could have liked him in a romantic way. Their date ended with them, sweaty, in Tony's bed, barely covered by Tony's silky sheet. A few days passed before Steve noticed Tony's red handprint on his hip, right above his pelvis. That was the same handprint that Bucky had on his forearm many, many years before. That could only mean that Tony was his soulmate and that there was no doubt that he made Bucky live a lie. His love for Bucky was not a lie though.

Tony didn't have a soulmate. Until then, he had never experienced an unnatural attraction for someone. He liked Steve more than he had ever liked anyone else, but there was something about him that didn't sit right with Tony. Eventually, he came to the conclusion that Steve was in fact not his soulmate, unfortunately. But he ignored that. He was happy, they were happy and it didn't matter. It didn't matter until he actually met his soulmate.

Under Hydra, Bucky was rarely himself, but those few times he was himself, the only thing that got him going was Steve's handprint on his forearm. As far as he knew, Steve was dead. Or that was what he hoped. Immortality was good only on paper and didn't really want Steve to live such a life, seeing everyone of his friends dying. But Steve was not dead, and they eventually met again and Bucky realised that he knew the man. They were on the helicarrier, Steve's face was bruised and Bucky was so close to kill him and complete the mission. "You know me" "No, I don't" Bucky said, lashing out at Steve in anger. "Bucky, you've know me your whole life" Bucky hit Steve but Steve didn't fight back. "Your name is James Buchanan Barnes" He hit the Captain again. "Shut up" There were things in his head that didn't make sense. Noises, thoughts. Steve took off his mask, showing his face and let his shield fall from the plane. "I'm not gonna fight you. You're my friend" Steve fell on the ground with Bucky over him. "You're my mission" he punched Steve in the face "You're my mission!" Bucky was trying to convince himself of that. He was confused. Something about Steve was familiar but he had a job to finish. Killing Steve was his mission, just like many others before. "Then finish it-  Bucky stopped his fist midair- cause I'm with you to the end of the line" Bucky's confusion was now showing on his face. He moved himself from Steve, sitting next to him, looking at nothing. Voices and images were floating in his head. There was a fragile kid picking fights in Brooklyn and then there was Captain America on the train the day Bucky supposedly died. Steve sat up, looking at Bucky. He carefully moved closer to him. "Bucky, I know you're there, somewhere inside. It's me, Steve" Steve took his arm,slowly rolling up the sleeve, showing his red handprint. He put his hand on the mark. "See? It's me. Remember?" Bucky opened his mouth to talk, but they both got distracted by the sound of the glass floor cracking. Before they could realise, the glass  broke under their feet and they fell in the water. Steve didn't have the strength to swim and he really thought that that was it, he was going to die. He woke up on the shore, feeling a fresh breeze on his face. Bucky was gently stroking his hair,  as he used to do whenever Steve got sick in the 40s. "Buck" Steve whispered. "Steve? Stevie you alright?" Bucky caressed his cheek. Steve put a hand over his. He slowly sat up, looking at Bucky. He had dreamt about that moment when they would meet again, but it was definitely not like that. "You're here, you're alive" Bucky nodded, bringing their foreheads together. He hesitated before kissing Steve, pushing him back on the ground. He kneeled over him,putting Steve in between his legs as he started helping Steve out of his uniform. Steve let him do, knowing how long he had probably wanted to do it. Steve wanted it too, he missed Bucky and still loved him the same way as when they were 16, but something didn't feel right. The chemistry was there, but something was off. Steve felt guilty, he was not technically cheating on Tony, they didn't clear their relationship yet, but he felt like something was missing. Bucky's kisses were good, he loved feeling his hands all over his body. There wasn't anything wrong with what they were doing, they were never technically broken up and Steve still went on with his life as if they were. But to Steve's defense, Bucky was dead, he saw him fall from that train, there was no way he could have known that Bucky survived. Bucky got rid of the upper part of the uniform and started moving towards the pants, leaving small wet kisses on Steve's abs. He stopped when he saw the handprint. Bucky put his hand on it, noticing that it was much smaller than his. He looked at Steve and then at the mark again. "It's not mine" Bucky said, disappointed." That's not my handprint" Bucky got up and sat a few steps away. Steve followed him, throwing on the t-shirt that was laying on the ground. "Tell me it's not how I think it is" he said, with a

tear rolling down his cheek. " Steve sighed, looking down. "Why did you lie to me? Why did you tell me that I was your soulmate?" Steve took Bucky's hand. "This- he pointed at the handprint- is the only thing that kept me from killing myself when Hydra was not only mind, and now you tell me I'm not and never was your soulmate?" Bucky turned away.  "Buck-" "Whose is it?" he asked, not being able to look at Steve in the eyes. "Tony Stark" Steve replied, sighing. "Howard's son?" Bucky asked, looking up with a look of terror mixed with tears in his eyes. Steve nodded. "What's wrong Buck?" Despite being mad at him, Bucky threw himself at Steve,who, surprised, fell back on the ground, with his best friend in his arms. "I killed them." He said in between tears "The winter soldier killed them" Steve felt a sensation in his stomach.  Bucky didn't say who,but he had the sensation that he was talking about Howard and Maria Stark.

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[gummyoongles]

me : I’m fine

what I really mean when I say I’m fine:

Hinata and Naruto had literally no chemistry and the fact that Neji basically died to force Naruto into a relationship with Hinata was absolutely ridiculous. Hinata and Kiba had so much more potential and was so much more healthy as a relationship. It’s also so clear to see that Naruto and Sasuke are literal soulmates and deserve to be with one another, the only thought that Naruto had for so many years was sasuke. He literally eat, breathed and lived Sasuke, and Sasuke did as well. We might not have seen that but sasuke had hope for himself and came to terms with his trauma because of Naruto. Naruto helped him, Naruto was his first friend, the first person to see Sasuke as not just an orphan but someone worthy to battle and rival. Don’t even get me started on Sakura and Sasuke, that entire thing was just utter fucking bullshit. Forcing Hinata and Naruto, Sakura and Sasuke was the wrong decision (especially when Ino and Sakura clearly had feelings for each other). Naruto and Sasuke are soulmates and will forever be soulmates.