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chvrrycola · 1 year
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soulmates! au x johnny suh
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you could handle the fact that your soulmate got tattoos, you had always planned on getting tattoos as well and would’ve done so already if you weren’t so broke. the thing that did annoy you though, was that whoever this person was, they clearly did not follow the hygiene advice each time they got a new one.
the sting on your skin at random times of the day as you watched little lines etch into your skin was kinda nice, definitely not painful, and reminded you that your soulmate was out there for you to find. the irritation and itching that bubbled across the area was far less pleasant, and your friends frequently asked you what was up when you had to put your weight on the wall, clutching at your arm. not only did it hurt, but it didn’t get you any closer to finding them. 
or so you thought.
then, as you were strolling up the corridor, you saw a tall guy wearing a flannel with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows chatting to one of the girls in your biochem lab. what caught your eye most, though, was the plastic wrap adorning his right forearm, redness blooming on the skin underneath. 
you walked over to the girl, not a particular friend but close enough to warrant a conversation, and gave her a look that suggested you wanted an introduction. apparently the guy picked up on this before she did, and held out his hand to you, offering you a closer look at his new ink. 
johnny (his name, apparently) noticed your interest, bending his arm to give you a clearer view. 
‘i went swimming after i got it, which maybe wasn’t the best idea, but it isn’t as bad as it looks.’
you had no idea how to tell him that you knew exactly how it had felt the second it was submerged in the chlorinated water, so you just held out your own arm to trace it, hoping your loose sleeve would fall and your identical tattoo would do the talking for you.
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2toplibrary · 2 months
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Soulmates are for idiots (Guess that makes me an idiot then) by haoboutno89
(E, 15k, 1/2)
Katsuki is the first one to get his soul mark from their class, which should bring a smug grin to his face, but all it does is gnaw at his insides even more.
He already knows his classmates are gonna go around telling everyone whose name they have on them as soon as they get ‘em, and while he would have been willing to tell someone like Eijirou or even Izuku if he pressed enough and his soulmate’s name wasn’t someone they already knew, he’s not so sure about it now.
Not when 'Shouto Todoroki' practically bores holes into his face the more he stares at the name.
-or, soulmates Katsuki and Shouto falling in love without knowing they're each other's soulmate
Soulmates fics
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thepynchfanfiction · 1 month
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Adam Parrish doesn’t want a soulmate.
What he does want is to be his own man and make his own choices, not for fate and his soulmark—a line everyone has around their left wrist that changes when they first meet their soulmate—to decide who he’s meant to spend his life with.
Then Adam’s soulmark changes when he meets Richard Campbell Gansey III.
And Ronan Lynch too, but Ronan definitely is not Adam’s soulmate.
Or is he?
Either way, it doesn’t matter.
Because Adam Parrish doesn’t want a soulmate.
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sincerely-wyvern · 7 months
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#9 Pairing + Prompt #1 for the drabble game?
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Pairing: Lucius Malfoy/James Potter Prompt: (AU) Soulmates
When James Potter awoke on his sixteenth birthday, he felt a mixture of terrified and excited. At sixteen, a witch or a wizard received their soulmark – as long as their soulmate was the same age or older. James was certain he would receive his soulmark. 
Sitting up, James reached for his wand. He performed a nonverbal privacy spell, wanting to ensure he wouldn’t be disturbed. It was hard to guess with his friends and roommates. Sirius Black was equally like to leave James alone or attempt to wake up him with whip cream pie to the face again. Remus Lupin would leave him, and Peter Pettigrew was likely to fling the curtains open.
James took a deep breath before he pushed the sleeve of his pajamas up his right arm. There was a neat cursive was the name of his soulmate.
Lucius Abraxas Malfoy.
He felt a mixture of excitement with a hint of disappointment. James had hoped his soulmate would be Lily Evans. 
At least he knew his soulmate.
Lucius had graduated two years ago.
Waving his wand, James cast a nonverbal Concealment Charm. The Concealment Charm was a charm of his own invention that would disguise the user’s soulmark.
With the Concealment Charm in place, James quickly got up and he got ready for the day, managing to avoid any surprises from Sirius. Grabbing his bag, James went down to the common room and he wrote two letters before setting off for the owlery. 
The letter to his parents was sent using a school barn owl and the letter to Lucius was sent with Apollo, his personal owl. 
James watched Apollo with his heart beating quickly.
Words: ~275
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polinficrecs · 1 month
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One Single Thread of Pink (Tied Me To You) by wasteddarlinglover Rating: NR Language: English Status: Complete Summary: Penelope Featherington was given a gift. Well, most people would call it a gift. She, however, detested the spectrum of colours that her eyes perceived. The day she realised what had caused a slight ache in her head as she adjusted to the brightness in front of her, she knew that she had been cursed. She knew all about The Strings, of course, the sacred bond of fate that the entire ton, and the queen herself, considered a blessing from the heavens, a match to be desired, but she never imagined how lively they actually were. Because, unlike the rest of them, she could see them.
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lockwood-fic-recs · 4 months
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We Were Just Satellites
by WaitingForMyHogwartsLetter on ao3
Rating: T | Category: Multi | Relationship: Lockwood/Lucy/George
In a world where most are lucky to have one soulmark, a symbol representing the soul of the one that they would always be tied to (for better or for worse) having two is a rarity.
Some say it means you have a choice of a soulmate, but that’s not strictly true. Maybe two souls compliment yours, but if you’re lucky — really lucky — they may compliment each other, too.
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lilprincegoo · 10 months
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Love Yourself by v_iolet
ot7
Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, References to Depression, Getting to Know Each Other, Self-Hatred, Self Confidence Issues, Developing Relationship, Angst with a Happy Ending, First Kiss, Jeon Jungkook-centric
17.7k words
rating: T
“This isn’t happening,” he whispered again, more to himself that anyone else. He sees the way their eyebrows furrow together at his words and hates the way he’s messing everything up, like he knew he always would. “You are not my soulmates. There’s no way.” || Jungkook hates the soulmate system, hates what it does to people like him, and therefore to an extent, he also hates his own soulmates. Six people are determined to change that.
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surrexi · 9 months
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So I’m reading your soulmate!Darklina fic, and I was wondering: do you have specific designs for their soulmarks? Or like inspo/ref pics for them? I was just curious how you envisioned them :D
yay, i hope you're enjoying it! (this is the fic, for anyone who hasn't seen it but would be interested in a darklina soulmate au)
okay so for alina's soulmark, which is shadows curling up around her arm, i was able to find something that fits what i was imagining pretty perfectly:
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sort of smokey shadows, some more transparent bits and some more opaque bits. i imagine it being something that alina could easily perceive as beautiful but others could still find menacing.
but for aleksander, i have more of a collection of inspo/vibes, as i wasn't able to find any tattoo pics that capture what i'm imagining. so, here's some golden light references:
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i imagine that aleksander's soulmark is similar to alina's in terms of how it swirls around his arm/how it's generally shaped. but instead of being black & grey shadows, it's gold-colored. like, not yellow, gold, sort of kintsugi vibes, except instead of cracks it's light beams and fireworks and stars/stardust sort of shapes/textures in gold on his skin.
i hope that makes sense! i will have to link to this post the next time i have a chapter to post, thanks for giving me the opportunity to collect some of the references/inspo i found on pinterest and post them here :D
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onthesandsofdreams · 1 year
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A Dream Passion
Fandom: The Sandman (TV) Pairing: Dream of the Endless x Fem!Reader Summary: "Do you remember?" The voice whispers in your dreams. Insistent and deep, with a slight hint of desperation. Rating: Explicit (to be safe) Words: 1033 Notes: Boy. First time writing something as explicit as this, so, please be kind. Also, this fic is for my big sister @mousedetective, hope you like it, because I’m trying to write smut, which is something as you know, doesn’t come easy to me. Soulmate AU / Witch Reader. Warnings: Unprotected sex. PIV sex Prompt(s): #8.- Do you remember? from @fictober-event 
Read @ AO3
"Do you remember?" The voice whispers in your dreams. Insistent and deep, with a slight hint of desperation.
You groan. The hands that are currently running all over your body are sending shivers all over. The mouth that explores you is drawing happy sounds of pleasure. Your hands turn into fist, hanging into the silken sheets as the man slides down until he arrives at your core.
"Do you remember? Do you remember me yet, my love?"
Truth is, you don't remember him. If you had met before you would be sure you'd never forget such a handsome man. Not when he is like darkness personified, stars for eyes and dressed in black. Should you know him? There is something there, in the back of your head and your heart  and soul that screams that yes, you know him.
You're about to speak when strong hands part your legs wider and a firm tongue makes contact with your clit. Whatever you're about to say, it gets lost in the cries of pleasure that the man between your legs is drawing from you. His strong hands are keeping your legs apart, making it easier for him to explore you at his leisure.
One of your hands leaves the sheets and tangles in his wild hair, doing your best to push him further into you. "I need..." even with your mind clouded with pleasure, you sound breathless. 
He stops, "Yes? Tell me what you need, my love?"
"You. Please. Take me."
The man hums, quite pleased with your request. "Very well. If you want me, you shall have me. Who am I to deny my Queen?"
You're not a Queen, but you don't have time to deny that as, with one swift motion he has buried deep inside of you. You keen, he fills you so well. Like two puzzle pieces connecting at long last. Your chest feels heavy, your heart is loud and you can hear the rush of blood in your ears. Time stands still as the man above you does not move, but lowers himself enough that there is no space between your bodies.
The kiss he gives you is deep, and you moan into his mouth when he finally starts moving. And it is utter bliss.
He is both gentle and loving one moment, the next, it is as if he were a man dying to meld your bodies together that neither of you could tell where one ends and the other starts. You kiss him fiercely and devour the deep groans and growls that make their way out of his mouth. 
You only part when the need for air becomes to much. The world outside of this bedroom may be quiet and dark, but in the privacy of this bedroom, the sounds of flesh meeting flesh and the sounds of pleasure are like a song, like music to your ears.
Pleasure only grows and grows. Your hands exploring his back, clinging to his surprisingly strong shoulders. Leaving a trail of kisses on his neck. "Oh God, you feel amazing."
His mouth also explores you as much as it can, but he leaves marks behind. "Mine." He growls. Both hands resting on your butt, lifting up to find another angle. He knows he found the perfect spot when you keen and scratch at his back.
"Please, I'm close..." you manage to speak through the fog of pleasure. "So close."
You don't need to say more, for the moment those words have left your mouth, one hand leaves your butt, finds your clit and begins a soft massage that heightens your pleasure all the more. "Yes, please..."
"Mine." He growls into your ear. "Say that you are mine."
"I'm... yours." And you're close, so very, very close. "Yours."
He growls and you shiver, you're about to fall to the precipice when he speaks again. "Say my name. Remember it and say it out loud."
Your mind is clouded with pleasure, but with one more thrust and and pressure on your clit and you're falling down a precipice of pleasure, "Morpheus!" You scream, not even caring if the name is right or not.
"Good, you remember me." One more thrust and then you can feel him filling you. "My love, my Queen." He groans as he continues to ride out his pleasure.
You sigh, your walls still clenching and enjoying the bliss. Your eyes feel heavy with sleep and you wrap your arms around him and kiss the head that has come to rest on your chest. You play with his hair and he purrs in contentment. You loose track of time as you both remain wrapped around each other until you drift off to sleep.
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"Morpheus!" You call into the empty room as you bolt upright. Light is filtering in through your curtains, and your bed is empty.
But you know that just wasn't a normal wet dream.
That is when it all comes back to you. Of the dozens of lives lived, of the many loving nights you and Morpheus spent together and the promise that you two would find each other in the next life. In that moment you know that you have to find him. He is part of your soul. Not only that, but your soulmate.
"Morpheus. I remember. If you're listening to me. Come to me."
But he does not.
That is when dread fills you. That is when you know that something is not right. That you got to find him. Because you know that if he had been able to, he would have materialized in your room the very moment you had said that you remembered who you were. What you both were to each other.
You will do everything in your power to find him so you two can be together again. And heaven help anyone who had harmed him, because witches like you could be hell when angered, fortunately, you had time. This life had blessed you into being born to a family of long-lived witches and wizards.
"Morpheus, I'll find you. I promise you that and we'll be together again. Hold on. I'm coming my beloved King. I'm coming, my dearest Dream."
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franzizka · 2 years
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ok i know i know that a lot of the appeal of nrmts is that they choose each other deliberately but i don’t think that’s mutually exclusive with a soulmate au. in a world where they maybe knew they were soulmates since they were KIDS and then miles was torn away by dl-6 and von karma i just think the idea of them finding their way back to each other — via those deliberate choices — amidst this plan that the universe has for them is really really nice. like… maybe things are meant to work out. maybe the universe is kind and sweet and good after all
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aftgficrec · 4 months
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I would loveee fics where Andrew defends Neil to aaron and the other foxes (but definitely Aaron), i’ve seen so many of Neil defending Andrew but not a lot of the other way around and Neil deserves to have his man defend his honorrr
In canon, post-medication Andrew does not talk much to anyone besides Neil. Still there are definitely fics with this. Just know Andrew’s defense of Neil can be one sentence in a story, and physical violence is often his preferred method of communication. -A
previous recs  
‘The Ash is in Our Clothes’ here
‘Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder’ here
‘in the common tongue’ here 
‘I hate him,’ ‘One day we'll reveal the truth,’ ‘i'm getting static from my better sense’ and ‘My brother under the sun’ here
‘some1 saying something…’ here
‘Ember’ here
‘Can he play?’ here
‘Surreal But Nice’ here
‘Least Favorite Only Child’ here
‘Fighting Words’ here
‘Trust Fall (And Welcoming Arms)’ here
‘(Don't) Stand So Close’ here
‘In the Eye of the Beholder’ here
‘Beach Bois’ here
‘I'm Not Okay (I Promise).’ and ‘It’s not living (If it’s not with you)’ here
‘soft spots make easy targets’ here
‘Even the Darkest Night Will End’ and ‘The Andreil escapades’ here
in Masterlist for Nicky Kissing Neil: ‘The Kiss,’ ‘History Repeating,’ ‘Andrew Finds Out,’ ‘Something, Nothing & Everything’ (also big twinyards confrontation), ‘A Crack in the Mask,’ ‘Truth Time, ‘Truths Come Out,’ ‘The Unkindness of Ravens’ ch 16, ‘Delayed Reaction,’ ‘Delayed reaction (the fear of falling remix),’ ‘All For The Game Musings,’ ‘andrew finds out about what happened…,’ ‘Hold Each Other’ ch 6 and ch 15, and ‘Slip’. Finally, ‘Lessons in Cartography’ has Andrew defending Neil to both Aaron and Jack throughout
Andrew defends Neil to non-foxes
‘Something About The Sunshine’ here
‘Warmth’ here
Foxhole Tidbits ‘Ch. 22: Silent, but Snarky’ here
‘Through A Glass Darkly’ and ‘Some Things You Just Can't Bury’ here
‘Martyr’ here
‘The Bones of You’ here
‘monsters at night’ here
‘Killer Bunny’ here 
‘you're not next before forever’ here (completed)
‘looking for you’ here
‘Give Me Another Minute (to Lay Here in Your Echo)’ here 
‘Ficlet Collection…’ ch 35-37 here
you may also like
feral protective Andrew here
protective/possessive Andrew here
overprotective Andrew here 
protective Andrew here
protective Andrew gets hurt here
protective Neil/Andrew here
jealous Andrew here
previous recs where Andrew kills Nathan here
our latest Neil & Aaron ask here
Unconventional Therapy by JostenlovesMinyard [Rated M, Twinyards Appreciation Week 2021]
Twinyard Appreciation Week - Day 2 | “bottle episode” Andrew and Aaron attend their weekly therapy session but things don’t quite go to plan when the door handle falls off and they’re stuck in there together.
tw: implied/referenced rape/nocon, tw: implied/referenced child abuse
Nothing is Safe series by hismiley16 [Rated T/M/E, Collection, 7 complete works, Updated July 2023]
Part 4: Written On His Skin [Not Rated, 11344 Words] The Foxes face the Ravens for the first time since Riko's death and things go as well as expected. Andrew is mildly injured on the court and isn't there to protect Neil when the new Evermore captain comes for him after the game. The team sees more than Neil ever wanted them to, including the ghost of Nathaniel he thought he'd buried in Baltimore.
tw: vomit, tw: bullying, tw: nonconsensual touch/assault  tw: dissociation, tw: graphic depictions of violence, tw: blood, tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: implied/referenced torture, tw: implied/referenced murder, tw: implied/referenced animal death, tw: implied/referenced self harm, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon
this is me trying by crownowl [Not Rated, 2142 Words, Complete, 2023]
After Neil has a panic attack Andrew finds out exactly what happened when Nicky drugged Neil and he is not happy.
tw: violence, tw: implied/referenced nonconsensual kissing, tw: implied/referenced nonconsensual drug use, tw: ptsd
Don't let me be by Cutie_Wan [Not Rated, 1983 Words, Complete, 2023]
Neil suffers a major dissociation episode in front of the Foxes.
tw: dissociation, tw: violence
One Step Forward by thecompletebookworm [Rated T, 1665 Words, Complete, AFTG Exchange Winter 2020]
Based on the prompt: “Andrew and Aaron talking and solving their problems” "If you really don't care about Andrew, why does Neil bother you so much?"   Dobson asked during their Wednesday session. Aaron dug his fingers into the couch.  He hated this.  Hated that the only time he could get answers out of Andrew was when he was sitting in front of a shrink.   A shrink who was undoubtedly on his brother's side. And that in order to get answers he had to rip himself raw first.  
tw: implied/referenced rape/nocon, tw: implied/referenced child abuse
Angry Alone by obsessivereader156 [Not Rated, 1799 Words, Complete, 2023]
“Of course I’m not homophobic, you asshole. What are you even talking about?” “Aaron, please don’t use that type of language here,” Betsy softly interjects. “You’ve been very hostile towards Neil,” Andrew says plainly, as if that’s enough of an answer. ______________________________ Aaron has been feeling angry and alone lately. Maybe he doesn't have to be alone about it.
Everything's Alright by DarkD [Rated E, 182901 Words, Incomplete, Updated June 2023]
Souls weren't meant to be left alone, so they split, always looking for their other half. No matter how long it took, the moment a soul existed, it sought the one that would complete it. The main indication is, when one of the halves of the soul turns seven years old, an identical mark appears on both parts. Along with that comes a set of unique abilities that soulmates can only use with each other—for protection, for finding each other. Soulmates would never be alone.
tw: graphic depictions of violence, tw: child abuse, tw: torture, tw: blood, tw: gun violence, tw: homophobia, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: implied/referenced csa, tw: murder, tw: canonical character death
A flash of anger. prompt fill by @nickyhenmick [Tumblr, 2016]
All reporters got on Andrew’s nerves. They were invasive and never asked interesting questions, and there was probably a reason he was rarely allowed to be on press duty.
a stupid ass decision prompt fill by @find-yourself-in-passion [Tumblr, 2017]
“I recognize that you have reached a decision,” Andrew replied over the top of Neil’s protests, unwrapping his right hand in such a rush that Neil knew he was going to have red marks where the tap ripped at his flesh. “Andrew-” “But given that it is a stupid ass decision,” He continued on, refusing to acknowledge the other man’s piercing gaze on him as he threw his bag and shoes in the closet, knowing what faced him when he turned around. “I have elected to ignore it.”
Art
3 & 10 art by @thematicallycoherent
im thinkin bout these two art by @wiltkingart
Safe. art by @eislekaj on instagram
exy banquet smoke break art by @twohiddenhalves
Vkook as reference art by @reyko__ on instagram
roof. andrew. tattoos. and two cigarettes. and neil. art by @puhnatsson
Someone strong to lean on art by @fornavn
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chvrrycola · 1 year
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soulmates! au x choi seungcheol
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you liked to think that it hadn’t occurred to seungcheol that the first thing he was saying to you was the very thing written on your arm, but after several years of dating, he finally decided to confide in you.
‘i actually only read it cos i liked you,’ he had begun, tracing over the letters with his forefinger as you lay in bed, ‘i thought that if i read it straight away, then maybe that would mean we could be soulmates.’ 
he smiled up at you, his neck craning to watch your reaction from his spot lounged across your legs. 
‘i’m glad you did, you’re the best soulmate i could ever ask for.’
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2toplibrary · 8 months
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The Writing Doesn't Lie by cutiefemdom
(M, 3.5 K, 1/1)
Sometimes it bothered him that his soulmate was the least romantic person he'd ever met.
Sometimes it bothered him that he was the same. 
Todoroki doesn't know what love is but his soulmate helps him learn.
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toiletwipes · 2 years
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I'll never let you go
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One prophecy, three people. The fate of the world in the palms of witches. Here's to the end. (Is it?)
Warning: 18+ towards the end, reminscent to sex scenes at the end of movies, end of the world stuff, three-way romance, magic, and angst? A little bit?
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    Dillon couldn’t breathe- the two people he’d come to love the most, head to head with each other. Neither were supposed to come out alive so they were told. And that was supposed to be the good news.
    The bad news would come if either of them survived.
    His heart leaps inside of his throat as he struggles in two of the soldiers’ arms, yanking and pulling as he could as they all stood to the side. Watched the duel of a lifetime.
    “Sir, you have to stay calm-” but how could he? He tried to tell them, let him go, he could figure it out but they never made it past his lips. Every plan he had ever tried to enact, they’d end so horribly that they called him their bad luck charm. Of course, he held it close to his chest, that fact. He was so bad with plans and ideas but they kept him around. Two of the greatest, brightest people he’d come to know and they wanted him there.
    He didn’t realize he’d be there till the very end.
    It’s when there’s a beam shooting out of one person’s hand, shooting straight into the sky, creating a boundary around the two of them, a gust of wind and dust knocking the puny army all to the ground. He could hear- mostly feel, the vibration of the planet’s ground shaking. It’s trying to hold the power of the best witches in history and it could very well be destroyed.
    It’s also here that the guard's hands slip from his biceps and shoulders and he doesn’t hesitate to scramble to his feet, kicking dirt and grass up as he slides down the hill- the hill before the meadow before the crater below that.
    That is where the final battle is supposed to occur.
    That is where he is supposed to lose the two most important people to him.
    He keeps running even after he hears his name being called, pushing his legs to move faster as the beam of light acts as a shield, a wall even, one so bright he couldn’t even see their silhouettes.
    Keeps running even when everything in him burns. His lungs begging for air, throat drier than the dead grass that crunches under his boots, and when he sees the steep drop for the crater, he knows that maybe this might not end well for him.
    He doesn’t find it in him to care as he tries to slide down the wall, only to tumble and roll down the wall, landing on the hardened dirt and clay with a groan reverberating in his chest. Rolling onto his side, he pulls himself up on his elbows, coughing out dust as he tries to pull himself to his feet. He can’t help but fall back to the ground as pain shoots up his leg.
    It doesn’t stop him from trying a second time, and his body is now screaming for him. For him to stop, to turn around, to lie on the ground and accept that this is as close as he’ll ever get to them, literally, figuratively, emotionally.
    The border between the light and the rest of the world is so close, he can feel it burn.
    And everything already burns but he can see them now. They’re facing each other but they’ve turned towards him. Someone already dashing towards him, hands shooting out of the light to latch onto his torn, dirtied shirt and pull him into their body.
    “You idiot,” Andy gasped into his chest, and he wrapped his arms around the witch, squeezing as he could feel his breath stuttering and full of coughs. Sobbing as he could barely breathe. “You idiot, you’re supposed to outlive the both of us.” He pushes on his chest and Dillon sees his face so clearly, and he knows it’s a dangerous situation for all of them.
    His heart doesn’t know the difference between friend or foe, his heart only yearns to pull the both of them close to him.
    “I can’t stand there- couldn’t stand there, knowing the both of you would die. I can’t- you both-” Indigo’s face is squeezing upward, hands coming up to cup their own face, shoulders heaving with every sob leaving their body.
    “You both are so mean to think it was okay to die and leave me alone.” He pulls Andy back into his chest and holds tight.
    But this time Andy is pushing on his chest.
    “Stop— stop! I’m- I’m the villain, I’m a waste- a failure of a witch, and-” Dillon keeps shaking his head, interrupting him.
    “Not to me, you’re Andy, and I’m in love with you- the both of you.”
    “Indy is supposed to die because of me- they have to die with me, it’s my fault- I’m already killing them, I can’t kill you too!” Andy’s wails are so loud in this quiet space, but it doesn’t matter. Dillon’s heart is already shattered into a million pieces and he will stay with his witches till the very end.
    “It’s not your fault, it’s not Indy’s either, it’s those fucking- it’s not your fault, neither of you.” Dillon kisses Andy’s head and he can feel a stronger shake in Andy’s frail figure.
    “How can you say that?” Andy tries to push him away again but he’s not letting go, not ever.
    “So easy, I can say it so easy.” Dillon says and tucks Andy into his side, and then opens his other arm and though he had a brief thought that they’d be hesitant to be near Andy, Indigo doesn’t wait to rush to his side. And he breathes out a sigh of relief.
    “I can’t stop the spell, it’s supposed to consume the caster and a- a sacrifice. That’s why Lady- that’s why the prophecy says there’s no victor to this fight.” Indigo’s voice is rough coming out of their throat.
    Dillon coughs, the air in the circle of light becoming increasingly scarce. “Then so be it, but the two of you are not dying alone- you two are never leaving me again.” And he squeezes them, pressing hard kisses against both of their heads, and sobs wrack through everybody involved in the hug.
    Then he remembers.
    He remembers right after they’d seen the prophet Lady, they’d gotten into a fight with a gang of religious cultists, they were threatening to kill everyone if we didn’t bring Lady to them. He remembers Indigo had muttered something under their breath, remembers the brief moment of ice in their blood when they disappeared and just as quickly had returned. Lady had been moved to safety and Indigo had brought the royal soldiers to disarm the cultists.
    He remembers that later that evening, when all three had found themselves vulnerable with a bottle of whiskey in a hot spring, that spell they used is the fastest teleportation spell— mostly as it wasn’t even a teleportation spell. It slows down time to a point that it seems as if time isn’t even moving. That they feel faster themselves.
    A spell of their own making, they’d say with a grin.
    “We don’t need to win this fight, we just need a different sacrifice.” And the two of them looked up at him, their own hands coming up to hold onto his face, hair, and shoulders alike. They were hoarsely telling him that if he thought he could be used as a sacrifice, he was dead wrong. (And how horrible they’d feel- to know the one person who could love them, died for them. The ultimate show of love that would leave them heartbroken. Go figures.)
    “No,” he murmurs, “remember that fast spell, the teleporting spell, the one that slows down time.”
    Indigo’s face curls downward, “the spell needs two people- two witches to be finished and you know, leave the rest of the planet alive.” Indigo and Andy as Lady had prophesied when they were children and again when they were adults.
    The prophecy.
    One a hero, one a villain, two ends of the same ribbon, burned by their end in the same condition. Dirt lives in their place, as dirt takes their embrace.
    There were so many words she’d said, many of which had been incoherent but these. These words are the ones they’ve acted by, as they’ve lived by.
    “Does it really need two witches or just two living entities?” Dillon asks, looking the two of his witches in the eyes and then he takes one of his hands and smooths the hitch in their eyebrow. “If there’s even a slight loophole, we are going to squeeze through and make it out alive.” And he smiles. “All three of us.”
    Andy’s lip quivered. “I- I don’t deserve to live, Dill, I’m an abomination- an evil, ugly thing.”
    “You’re not evil, you’re definitely not ugly. You’re Andy and you’re going to live, even if it kills me.” Andy presses his face into Dillon’s shirt sobbing again, clutching at the fabric.
    “Dillon.” Indigo’s hand burns where it sits on his shoulder, face falling into that serious frown he’d come to love. “If we can somehow find two sentient things to take our place, Andy will have to finish the spell and I’d have to finish mine the tiniest, split second after. And… if I fail, we’ll all die.”
    The light became so bright it shot out into space, and when it was over, when everyone had moved their hands from their eyes, they’d see the three biggest trees they’ll ever see.
    Dillon doesn’t even think about it, releasing the two of them from his hold, Andy being a little more reluctant to do so. He looks them in the eye and takes their hands into his. He looks into Andy’s eyes. “I believe in you.” And he turns to Indigo, “the both of you.”
***
    If anybody had been close at that point, all they’d be able to see is a silhouette of two people kissing, the tallest behind the shortest, and then nothing.
    “Did it now?” She turned around to the old fool sitting next to one much younger. Both soldiers, both belonging to the royal guard. “Do you know exactly what happened?” She pours the tea into the porcelain cups and offers the honey and sugar bowls with a nudge.
    And in the way back of the army, out of sight to anybody who’d be able to make the connection, three people were walking away from the marvelous sight.
***
    “Did you hear the news?” Lady’s ears perked up, twitching as she listened to her latest customer. “That famous prophecy of yours came true.”
    The younger fool took two sugar cubes and less than ceremoniously dumped it in, stirring his spoon as he spoke, “those two witches? Well their stupid companion went with them and can you believe it? All three of them died and in their place, trees. They’re calling it the Site of Woes,” he scoffs, “didn’t your prophecy say that dirt would take their place?”
    Lady’s mouth curls upward, the balm on her lips tainting her smile red, “prophecies are more like blueprints than anything else, you have to realize.” And they all sit in silence.
    Of course, the fools question the clutter of noise that starts up every now and again in the back of her store, filled to the brim with trinkets, jars, vases, pouches, and cupboards filled with things of importance, ingredients to spells and recipes, but what the fools would never see is the portal behind her family tapestry.
    The portal that leads to a somewhat isolated village, where her prophecy never graced the ears of the villagers. And considering it’s hardly been a few days since the big wedding, what a beautiful reception it had been, she’d been expecting a little more kickback from the portal from the days coming forward.
    Considering her portal is next to their bedroom.
    ���Even I, the Lady of all ladies, am not quite sure what happens back there sometimes. Some sleeping dogs just have to lie,” glancing to the side, she sees a commotion begin near the fountain of statues, “except for you two, you guys should go check that out.”
    And it’s amusing to watch as they both scramble out of their seats, yelling for whatever to cease, in the name of their royal highness.
Her eyes rolled.
    She brings the tea set back to the kitchen, placing them into the water basin aside from the sugar and the honey. They go back into the cabinets.
    Locking up her shop, she heads to the back, pulling the tapestry to the side, she groans loudly, knocking on the door as she passes it. “Customers can hear you three, don’t forget that!” And she grins as she greets the lovely woman waiting for her outside of the hut. “Carmen, don’t think that I’ve forgotten you.”
    Dillon’s head shoots up from between Andy’s legs, hair sticking to his forehead as he glances behind him. “Guess we’ll have to keep it down then,” he says with a grin, arms curling underneath Andy’s thighs to pull him back to him. Andy, who’d been holding onto Indigo’s arms to ground himself to reality, whimpered as Dillon worked his wicked mouth on him.
    “Be a good boy, love, and don’t you fucking dare cum,” Indigo’s hand comes up to pinch Andy’s cheeks together, leaning over to press a searing kiss to his lips. And they swallow any broken moans Andy gives him.
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Drabble Game: (Relationship) Black cousins and (AU) Soulmates
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Relationship: Black Cousins – Andromeda, Bellatrix, Narcissa, Regulus, and Sirius Prompt: (AU) Soulmates
In magic families, an eleven birthday was a special event. A child would receive their Hogwarts acceptance letter. In the Black family, the child would receive their wand and they would be taught a secret family spell. According to the family lore, this spell would lead them to their soulmates and they had until they turned seventeen to fall love in. If they turned seventeen without falling in love, their magic would reject them and the family would be forced to secure a betrothal agreement.
Most people in the family didn’t want that for their children. 
No one deserved to be doomed to a loveless marriage. But it did happen. Orion Black the Third and Walburga Black was a recent example of this. Orion was able to find his soulmate, and Walburga’s soulmate did not fall in love with her.
Bellatrix was the first of her cousins and sisters. Early in the morning, she received an unyielding walnut and dragon heartstring wand and she had visions of pears, unicorns, blue eyes, and a silvery cat. In her fifth year, she identified her soulmate as Hope Lovelace, a Hufflepuff with blonde hair and blue eyes. They were in love by the end of their sixth year.
Andromeda followed with strong rowan and dragon heartstring wand and March 1, 1955, over her heart. By the Winter Holidays of her first year, Andromeda knew her soulmate was a Hufflepuff named Ted Tonks. They were a couple by the beginning of third year.
Sirius followed. He was the proud owner of a fierce blackthorn and dragon heartstring wand, and he hid two tattoos on his wrist – a stag on the left and a lily on the right. Sirius recognized Lily Evans as one of his soulmates on their first night, and he knew James Potter was the other by their fifth year. After Narcissa and Regulus interfered, Sirius and his soulmates were in love by the Winter Holidays of their sixth year.
Narcissa followed closely behind Sirius. Her wand was a beautiful willow and unicorn tailhair, and she received the Malfoy family crest over her heart. Finding the identity of her soulmate was easy. There was only one single Malfoy, Lucius. Falling in love was more difficult. Lucius was four years old. Narcissa was sixteen when they were officially introduced and she made an impression that had Lucius visiting her on Hogsmeade weeks in her sixth year.
Regulus was the last with red oak and dragon heartstring wand and dreams of hissing. With helps from his brother and his cousins, they were able to identify the most likely match as Tom Marvolo Gaunt, the only known descend of Salazar Slytherin, a few weeks before his seventeenth birthday. Through Hope, Regulus accidentally ran into the man at Estella when their table was double-booked. They enjoyed a lovely luncheon followed by a stroll through Diagon Alley.
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Flores by Adler_Orzel Rating: G Language: Español Summary: Los “Amores eternos” o también llamados “Almas gemelas”. Son amores más viejos que la memoria, amores que han vivido mil vidas; amores que, en su bendición y maravilla, causaron la caída de imperios, muerte y pena. Entonces como castigo y para no olvidar el poder que tiene el amor, fueron separados y condenados a buscarse hasta que el dolor los reúna y al por fin tomarse de la mano puedan volver a estar juntos. Eso decía la leyenda, porque en la realidad no sucedían.
Para Colin Bridgerton, los amores eternos eran un mito usado para justificar que las personas solteras no pudieran tomarse de las manos ni llamarse por su nombre si no eran familia. Para Penélope Featherington, las almas gemelas eran solamente un tema interesante para leer, cuentos románticos de personas destinadas a sentir el dolor de su otra mitad y marcas plateadas en las muñecas. Ninguno de los dos creía realmente en la existencia de los amores eternos, almas gemelas o como quisieran decirles. Hasta el día en que Colin comenzó a toser pétalos amarillos.
*Notes to the author: En un mundo que habla inglés nos haces llorar en español!! Gracias 💛
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