⤑ Paring: Jungkook x reader (with a little bit Namjoon x reader and Taehyung x reader)
⤑ Genre: wolf!au, soulmate!au, collage!au
⤑ Summary: y/n has been feeling a certain darkness ever since she got her period. Something was calling her and one day that ‘light’ came into vision. You’d never thought however, that it would be a werewolf.
⤑ Rating: 18+
⤑ Warnings: mentions of rape, depression, smut, oral sex, window-sex, shower-sex, knotting, marking and animalistic behaviour.
⤑ Wordcount: 9.5k
⤑ A/n:hey!! This will be my first story on this account. I used to run another tumblr account, but I felt like I needed a new start hehe. Hope you enjoyed this one!
‘why is it so dark?’, you ask yourself as you try to see, but nonetheless fail to do so. It’s too dark. You can’t understand what you feel, but it has been the darkest feeling you have had in your whole life, though you might not yet be that old. It is creeping up on you, like a tiger or some other creature. It might’ve always been there, but never this strong. Never since this very moment. A white ray stands tall in front of you, all too sudden but not unwelcome. You feel like you need to be there, like this might be the place that brings you the peace you have been seeking. You know the feeling, the dark feeling, ends with this light. It all fits too well…
You take a step forward, but when you look down to see where you are walking on, you don’t see your feet. It’s only you, like a floating conscious. Even though it got you distracted for the smallest second, you knew this wasn’t important enough. The only thing worth doing right now is taking another step towards this warm and sunny light. Another step was taken and you feel your body heating up. Even though the light is your answer, you are still reacting to it in all the negative ways. ‘Is this what I need? It’s probably better than that horrifying darkness around us. Around me and this light’.
So without another thought, you take three more steps. There it is, right in front of you. You can feel your whole body reacting in heath, but you still feel save somehow. It’s resisting and it feels unnatural, but you haven’t felt as connected in so long with such a simple thing. You want it. No, you need it. And it also needs you. Two sides, two consciousnesses needing one another. But it doesn’t feel enough. You need more. You need to be closer. You need hi-.
‘Y/n? You are burning up! Are you okay? Wake up!’.
The sudden voice wakes you up in one simple snap. Your eyes spring wide open as you look scared towards your friend, who just as well returns that look. Namjoon puts his hand on your forehead. You flinch as he retracts his hand as fast as lighting, making a gesture as if your forehead is about a 100 degrees. ‘Damn y/n, that should be illegal. It’s way too hot. Please go to the nurses office’, he exclaims.
You put your hand on your heart, feeling how fast it’s beating. It’s so fast that you can feel it in your whole body. You are trying to recall your dream, but you only seem to remember that you felt a dark feeling. It must’ve been a nightmare. You check out your surroundings as you felt quite out of place, but you soon notice you are still in the comfort of your school’s library. You let out a breath, shaking off that weird experience and you try to calm down your body. ‘I think I had some kind of nightmare’, you inform Namjoon before picking up your pencil.
You have been working all night with your classmate. You were assigned to work together on a project. Since the both of you had a hard time to find a good spot in your agendas to work together, you found that only today you could really work on it. So you both took the chance and ended up working all night. You pull out your phone and you notice it’s already 11 pm. Your eyes widen. ‘Namjoon, why didn’t you wake me up? We really need to get going. Can we still get out of the building?’. He chuckles and shrugs. ‘Thought you could use some rest, you’ve only been gone for twenty minutes, so don’t worry. But you’re right. We should go home’. You let out a small sigh before clearing out your desk. He didn’t mean it bad, so you let it go. You both pack your things and go home.
As you walk your way to your dorm, you can’t help but feel that same creeping feeling. You feel that darkness. It’s not uncommon for you anymore. It has been a few years already, the moment you had your period. You have felt it ever since that moment. You can still remember the first dream about it. It was like just now, dark and alone. As if there was something or someone missing from your life. Your mother showed her concern about it and took you to a doctor, who gave you a number of a psychologist. There we thorough experiments, but no one could really tell what it was and how to get rid of it. At some point you found yourself at a more spiritual room. That was even more traumatic, as she just looked at you in fear and told you to leave within a few seconds. It got you thinking. Are you some kind of devil? Some kind of lost soul from another world, what certainly isn’t holy? This time though, this last dream, it was different. Different from your other dreams. You did feel the darkness, but there was something else. It felt refreshing and warm, something you haven’t felt in so long. Whatever it is, you hope that same feeling will return to you. And this time you won’t be woken up. This time it will stay with you.
Soulmate au where when you write something on your skin with pen/marker/whatever the hell you want, it will show up on your soul mates skin as well.
Imagine having a super artistic soulmate who draws flowers and designs and really beautiful patterns all over their arms and person 2 just sits there and watches the little lines appear on their arms and they can’t stop smiling and it’s their favorite part of the day
Imagine person 1 being super forgetful so they scribble down all the places their appointments are and person 2 tries to decipher them and figure out where they’re at and they meet and they see their writing on their hand from across the waiting room/ coffee shop/ etc. and they scramble to find a pen and write ‘found you’ on the back of their hand and person 1 sees it and they lock eyes and
Wow I like this au
imagine soulmates communicating back and forth with each other via drawing on their skin
having entire conversations back and forth til they have to wash the ink off cos theyre running out of space to talk
Pairing: Soulmate!Yeosang x Reader (fem) / Yeosang x idol!reader
Warnings:none.
In this world, everyone has a soulmate. Most people give up on trying to find their soulmate, while some travel the world just to find that one special person.
Each person has different indicators that a person is their soulmate; in your case, every mark your soulmate gets on his skin appears on yours, like a burn scar, bruise, or a cut. You didn’t have the same moles, freckles, or birthmarks, and if he drew something on his skin, it wouldn’t appear on yours; basically, anything that changes an area of the skin that can’t be easily or instantly undone, will show up on your skin. Luckily, you couldn’t feel the pain from it, you could only see it.
“Y/N, you’re next,” your group’s makeup artist said to you, making you get up from the sofa. You sat on the chair, allowing her to work on your face while you listened to some music. After everyone in your group got ready, you went on stage. You were the leader of your group, so you had to talk before the performance.
-
Ateez had just finished performing and were currently watching your group from the TV in their waiting room while they had some refreshments.
Yeosang wasn’t paying much attention as he was really tired… that was until he noticed the burn scar on your finger while you talked: it was the exact same burn scar as his that he got two days ago while helping Wooyoung cook. He got up from the chair, moving closer to the TV to check if it was really the same. He mentally cursed when you gave the mic to another member, cause now he couldn’t see your hands anymore.
“What’s wrong, Yeosang?” Hongjoong asked.
“Hyung, she has the same scar as me,” he replied, showing the scar on his finger, shocking some of the members. “I’m not sure if it’s exactly the same.”
“Wait, wait, wait,” Wooyoung took out his phone; he had already found his soulmate, so he was sure this was a sign. He immediately searched for images on Twitter. When he found a picture of a bruise that you had on your knee, he showed it to Yeosang. “Didn’t you have the same bruise last month?”
Yeosang’s eyes widened. “No way… this can’t be true.”
“You don’t look very happy for someone who just found out who their soulmate is,” Yunho commented.
“That’s cause I’m not,” Yeosang said through gritted teeth. “I hate this whole soulmate bullshit. I’d rather genuinely fall in love with someone than have the universe choose that someone for me.”
None of the guys questioned Yeosang, knowing it was not the best time to talk to him about it; however, they really hoped he would change his mind soon.
-
After your group’s performance ended, you all started filming for your behind the scenes content. Today, you all had a challenge to do: your six-member group was split into two teams, and one member from each team had to visit five other groups/soloists in the building to play a round of rock, paper, scissors, and the team who gets the least wins would face a penalty that would be shown on the next vlive. You and one of your members, Aeji, decided to volunteer for it.
After finishing the first four groups, you went to Ateez’s waiting room which was at the end of the corridor. Aeji knocked on the door and Ateez’s manager opened it. She explained what you both were here for, and he agreed to let you film with them.
You entered the room, bowing to the eight men. “Hi! I’m Y/N and this is Aeji, we have a small challenge to do here. Could one of you play rock, paper, scissors with us?” You noticed how some of the boys glanced at Yeosang who was staring at your hands. As soon as you made eye-contact with Kang Yeosang, you felt something unexplainable in your heart, making you gasp in shock. Your vision became blurry and your head started spinning, making you clutch your head with your arms in hope of getting the spinning to stop.
“Y/N?! Y/N, are you all right?” you heard Aeji ask, but her voice seemed so far away.
Your head started spinning even faster, causing you to faint.
“Fuck!” Aeji kneeled down, putting your head on her lap while Ateez’s staff got some water for you. They sprinkled some water on your face, but you didn’t respond. “Oh god, what suddenly happened? She was fine minutes ago,” Aeji mumbled to herself, but everyone heard her.
“Yeosang, do something,” Wooyoung said. “Maybe she’ll respond to you.”
Aeji glanced at them in confusion.
“I’m not doing shit,” Yeosang said. “You know I don’t like this whole soul—”
“I’m sorry, but what are you guys talking about?” Aeji questioned.
“Y/N is Yeosang’s soulmate,” San stated, making the older man glare at him for exposing him.
Aeji’s eyes widened. “Oh, is that so? Well, then do something, please. I don’t know what made her faint.”
“Well, from what I know, she passed out cause she has seen and been in the same area as Yeosang, but never realized he is her soulmate. The intensity of not knowing but being so close probably caused her to pass out,” Hongjoong explained.
You could hear everything, but you just weren’t able to open your eyes.
“Hyung, touch her cheek or something,” Jongho suggested.
Yeosang hesitated for a few seconds before he sighed, kneeling beside you. He placed his hand on your cheek, gently cupping it, stroking your skin with his thumb. Even though he hated the whole soulmate thing, he couldn’t deny that you were absolutely stunning; he had never seen anyone as beautiful as you.
Your eyes slowly opened, immediately landing on Yeosang’s beautiful brown ones. Time seemed to have frozen at that moment, and your heart filled with happiness. It was obvious to you that he was your soulmate; you were thrilled about it as you always wanted to find your soulmate, and you always found Yeosang unique whenever you saw him at shows.
“I-I have to go,” Yeosang murmured before standing up and leaving the room, leaving you confused. Why didn’t he look happy?
-
“Kang Yeosang from Ateez is my soulmate,” you told your members. They all were happy for you, except Aeji.
“Y/N, I don’t think Yeosang is as thrilled as you,” Aeji mumbled. “Jongho told me that Yeosang hates the whole soulmate thing.”
“Oh, my brother hated all that too, but after he found his soulmate, he loved it,” one of your members said with a small smile.
“Then let’s hope Yeosang is the same, hmm?” Aeji said, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. You really hoped everything would go well.
-
“Um, hey, can we talk privately?” you asked Yeosang, standing outside Ateez’s waiting room. He rolled his eyes, but followed you to the rooftop of the building.
You gave him a small smile. “So, uh—”
“Look, Y/N,” he started in a cold tone. “I don’t care if we’re soulmates according to the universe or whatever shit it is. Neither do I want a soulmate, nor do I need one. I’d rather find someone who genuinely loves me for who I am, not because of some hideous so-called soulmate bond.” You just kept quiet, unsure of what to say while your heart ached terribly.
“So just move on, yeah?” he continued, staring at the clouds moving in the blue sky. “I’m sure you’ll find someone who will genuinely love you.” He glanced at you before leaving you all alone on the rooftop with a shattered heart.
You always wanted to find your soulmate. You wanted to experience being madly in love with the person you’re fated to be with till death. But how could you do any of that when your soulmate doesn’t even want you? You wondered how it was so easy for him to break your heart. Was your bond really that weak?
You sighed, blinking away the tears from your eyes. You can’t and won’t force your soulmate to love you back, so you should probably take his advice and try to move on.
-
“Wow, Yeosang, didn’t know you were getting some action,” San said with a smirk, confusing the man who had just finished showering.
“What are you saying?”
“No need to act oblivious, we all can see it,” Wooyoung said.
“I pity our makeup artist,” Seonghwa commented.
Yeosang raised an eyebrow. “What the hell are you guys talking about?”
Hongjoong rolled his eyes. “The hickey on your neck, obviously.”
Yeosang’s eyebrows furrowed. He checked his reflection in the mirror, eyes widening at the big hickey on his neck and one below his collarbone.
“It’s on Y/N,” Yeosang said through gritted teeth, feeling extremely annoyed and hurt. His heart ached terribly. He wanted to see you right now, but it was nearly impossible. Both his and your group’s promotions ended two weeks ago, and there was no way he could meet you anywhere outside due to paparazzi. He didn’t even have your number.
“You look… pissed,” Jongho stated.
“Well, yeah, my soulmate is fucking another man,” Yeosang spat before sitting on the large couch in the living room of the dorm, running his hand through his hair in frustration.
Yunho raised an eyebrow. “Do you expect her to wait for you when you literally told her to move on?” he asked in disbelief. “And now that she has, you’re pissed? That’s unfair.”
Yeosang sighed, remembering every word he told you. He knew Yunho was right.
“I know, but… I just can’t do this anymore. The bond is torturing me. A-And,” his voice cracked as tears swelled up in his eyes. “I love her. I really love her, soulmate or not.”
Wooyoung sat beside Yeosang, wrapping his arms around him, letting his bestfriend cry on his shoulder. Everyone could only hope it wasn’t too late for Yeosang.
-
“Yeosang… it’s been a week. You need to come out of your room,” Seonghwa murmured, kneeling beside Yeosang’s bed.
“I don’t feel like doing that, hyung.”
Seonghwa sighed. “We have to practice for the award show tomorrow. Our manager won’t let you miss practice for the third time.”
Yeosang groaned, putting his blanket over his head. “Can’t I miss it? Can’t our company say I’m sick?”
“Absolutely not,” Ateez’s manager said, entering the room. “You might win a big award tomorrow. And there’s a large audience, you could draw a lot of attention. Besides, Y/N’s group will be there.” Yeosang instantly removed the blanket from his head at the mention of your name.
“She’ll be there?”
“Yeah, the final lineup got confirmed an hour ago.”
-
Yeosang leaned in close to Jongho. “When is our break?” he whispered in Jongho’s ear.
Jongho groaned. “Hyung, this is the eighth time you’ve asked me that in less than half an hour.”
Yeosang glanced at where your group was seated; unfortunately, one of your members was covering you, so he couldn’t see you. He sighed, shifting his eyes back on the group that was currently performing while he tried his best to wait patiently.
As soon as all artists were given a break, he rushed to your group’s waiting room. He found only half of your members there.
“Hello,” he bowed. “Where is Y/N?”
“She’s in the bathroom on the second floor.”
Yeosang rushed there as fast as he could, ignoring the stares he was getting from other artists and staff.
“Y/N!” he yelled once he saw you leaving the bathroom, causing you to turn around.
Yeosang now stood right in front of you, panting from the run. Your heart raced at the sight of how ethereal your soulmate looked tonight, especially in his black suit and newly dyed black hair. He was absolutely stunning.
“Can we talk, please?” Yeosang asked anxiously, hope clear in his beautiful eyes.
You couldn’t say no, even though you should’ve. You simply nodded your head, letting him drag you to the emergency staircase in the building.
You leaned back against the wall, waiting for him to say whatever he wanted to. You noticed how he was fidgeting with his fingers while he leaned against the railing of the staircase.
“Are you okay?” you asked in concern. Your soulmate sighed, taking a few steps towards you.
“Can I hold your hand?” he questioned. When you nodded, he took your hands in his, gently rubbing circles on the back of it while he tried to calm down by taking deep breaths.
“I love you, Y/N,” he confessed. “I just… can’t stand the thought of you being with anyone else. It kills me to even think of it. I know I was a jerk before and I know you’ve moved on, but I—”
You cupped Yeosang’s cheek before capturing his lips with your own, surprising him; he couldn’t believe you were kissing him after everything he said. He kissed you back, his heart beating rapidly like yours. The soulmate bond between the two of you strengthened, causing a euphoric feeling.
You pulled away with a smile that grew wider when you saw how stunned and happy Yeosang was.
“I tried to move on,” you explained. “But I couldn’t. Not when my heart, my soul, belongs to you. I love you, Kang Yeosang.”
Yeosang chuckled happily, leaning in to kiss you passionately. His heart swelled with happiness and he mentally thanked the universe for bringing the two of you together as soulmates.
requested by: anon warnings: violence, swearing, some description of injuries but nothing major this is a soulmate!au with the whole colour shebang thing. monochrome vision to colour after meeting your soulmate kinda shit. enjoy <3
You threw up your hands, creating a barrier between yourself and the crumbling structure of what used to be a clocktower. The force of the falling rubble made you grit your teeth, but wasn’t anything too uncomfortable for you to handle. With a defiant shove, you pushed the barrier upward, following behind before flying to the man behind it all. He, like all things, was in shades of white and black. His costume was pretty plain, compared to some of the ‘interesting’ designs you’d come across. Not like you could talk, your suit was made of a bullet, fire and weather proof polymer, with a cape to aid in aerodynamics. Your best friend by day and tech/super hero stylist by night had designed it and may have illegally stolen the material from her lab at Stark Industries. Your mask covered the majority of your face, only your mouth was exposed.
You had specified to her that the costume be black and white, as she (unlike you) had found her soulmate. Jenny was absolutely delightful and now the two of them could see the full range of colours that filled the lives of those lucky enough to find their other half. Meaning they were what stood between your costume looking ridiculous or badass.
“You’ll never defeat the likes of CORRUPTION CLAW!” He declared from his perch on the nearby building, his nefarious tech surrounding him, most of it actually stolen from the man of Iron, but you couldn’t tell Corruption Claw that. “There’s no point in trying to stop me, I’ve already won!” He cackled.
With a roll of your eyes, you sent a strong blast of energy towards him. He ducked to safety, but his tech was obliterated to the point that it was laughable.
You landed on the platform, lifting the man by his costume’s collar like a sack of potatoes, he tried to fight back, going as far as to spit in your face. You remained unfazed, while your best friend was screaming profanities at Corruption Claw down the comm line. Most of their words being about how the spitting was highly unhygienic. He tilted his head back, to do it again. But you slammed your forehead into his face, his nose making a satisfying crunch before he started wailing.
“AH FUCKING HELL! I think you broke my nose!”
“I’m sure the medical staff at the prison you’ll be sent to will be able to sort that out for you.” You reply, starting to drag him of the platform to deliver him to the proper authorities. But his sudden laughter that reminded you of the creepy children in every horror movie made you freeze. “What?”
“You didn’t think I had a contingency plan did you?”
“Wha—” But his contingency rammed it’s into your chest, sending you flying through the air. The head of the missile pushing you further and further away from Corruption Claw. Who by now was most likely making a dastardly escape. After the initial shock of being hit by a literal missile wore off, you composed yourself and attempted to change it’s direction. Using all your strength, the missile started to get higher into the atmosphere. But what you didn’t take into consideration was the possibility that it had a countdown to detonation.
The force of the detonation and shrapnel that speared itself into your body sent you hurling from the sky unconscious. Your body spun as it hurled towards the ground, but as your imminent impact with the ground raced towards your body, you regained just enough control to direct yourself through the roof of some manor and through the first two floors before stopping at what was most likely the ground floor. You were aware of the crater that your impact had made on the flooring, in the future you would cringe when thinking how much it would cost to fix it.
Groaning, you managed to pull yourself up, but couldn’t manage to fly out of there. Your mask had been partially wrecked in the explosion, half of it now only remained, deciding that it was of no use now you pulled it off your face. Your ribcage felt as if someone had tried to use it as a xylophone. So you had to settle for uneasy staggering with a large side of pained grunts. You had managed to move about a foot away from your crater before you heard flaps from the upper levels. In your dazed confusion, it hadn’t occurred to you that someone might be home. You weren’t quite sure how you were going to explain to the owner why they now had a multi level skylight and designer superhero shaped hole in their floor. But then the realisation that it might have been Corruption Claw hit you and you spun around, mustering the most heroic face you could.
Only to be met with a floating cape. Confusion took hold of you once more, your defensive stance slackening in awe of the cape. You couldn’t explain it, but it seemed almost sentient. You tilted your head to the side, the collar of the cape copied the action simultaneously. It was incredibly unprofessional but you couldn’t help but giggle at it. Rather than seeing it as a threat it sort of reminded you of a puppy. You extended your arm to touch the fabric, but before your gloved fingers could make contact, you were thrown into the wall by a grey glow. And then a strangely clothed man, who was now cloaked by the sentient accessory floats down. Strange glowing symbols surrounded him, his stance was on the offensive, ready to attack her. He was rather attractive if she had to admit it to herself, she quite liked his goatee, but in that moment her attention wasn’t exactly focused on his facial grooming.
“Who are you and what business do you have here?” He demanded to know, his tone unflinchingly threatening. You raised an eyebrow, not that impressed with his whole aesthetic he had going on.
“Okay, Mr Glowy Lights. I just got thrown out of the sky by a literal missile so I’m not really interested in your whole thing you got going.” He too didn’t look impressed by your response, the symbols intensifying, his hands began twirling, the symbols beginning to morph with the movement of his hands. Groaning out of annoyance you prepared to fight back, not able to keep a pained gasp quiet in front of the wizard man guy.
Then suddenly he was on top of you, the pair of you cursed at the sudden collision. It was then that you realised your movement was restricted by some unknown force. It had you in a deadlock against the owner of the manor, uncomfortably close you would specify. As you tried to break free you noticed that the man’s cloak was what had them wrapped together, but from the look on his face, he hadn’t planned on it to do this. It was almost funny, and you couldn’t help but have a ghost of a smile on your face.
“What’s so funny?”
“Oh, just that you don’t have control of your accessories…”
“The Cloak of Levitation is notan accessory.”
“Sure, buddy. If you know so much about it, why don’t you make it unwrap us?” His silence not only proved your statement, but was oh, so satisfying. The frown on the stranger’s face was almost adorably grumpy.
“I knew it! Okay, why don’t you try to move your arm so I can—” You began to advise, but were interrupted by his forehead smacking into your own rather harshly. Swearing loudly, you couldn’t help but close your eyes due to the sudden pain. But were taken off guard by the guy’s strangled gasp. Opening them slightly, your own gasp escaped your lips.
There were so many, more than you thought was possible. You had always been told by your parents that colours had an almost infinite amount, but you had always thought they had just sat it to make you more determined to find your soulmate…The wizard. Looking up into his eyes, they were beautiful, you didn’t know what the colour was called, but it was possibly your favourite. His hair was dark, with the sides partially greying. You quickly studied all his features, wanting to know everything about him as an unbridled joy filled your being.
“Who are you?” You asked after realising you still didn’t know his name.
“Doctor Strange.”
“Your really going to give me your alter ego?”
“No—I’m—My last name is Strange and I’m a doctor.”
“Okay…” You chuckled, he too chuckled, it was something you would make sure to hear every day from that moment. You then realised that the cape hadn’t been holding you together anymore, but he and you hadn’t noticed while being lost in each other’s presence. “Looks like your ‘Cloak of Levitation’ is a really good wingman.”
“Why did you use air quotes?”
“Hmm?”
“You used air quotes when calling it the Cloak of Levitation.”
“Seems like a weird name for a cape. It looks more like a Bob to me.”
“You did not just name the Cloak of Levitation Bob!” You shrugged your shoulders, his face was twisted in a look of annoyance in bewilderment. Taking a step back, the world suddenly went sideways and the burrito you’d had for breakfast started to head back up your oesophagus. Before you hit the ground, his arms caught you, leaving you in a pose that felt like it was straight out of a 90’s rom-com. “I think you might have a concussion. I don’t think you should leave just yet.”
“Are you trying to keep me here, Doctor?” You flirted and batted your eyes at your soulmate, still quietly marvelling at all the colours that you now got to experience thanks to him.
“Stephen. And… partially. I still have to honour the Hippocratic oath, it’s just a coincidence that you happen to be my soulmate.” He explained nonchalantly yet had a smirk growing on his face. Your face gradually came closer to his, your eyes almost exclusively focused on his lips. Just as they were about to connect a familiar voice caused you and Stephen to part.
“Um, hello? Are you there? You’ve been radio silent for a while. And if your suit is ruined in any way I’M GOING TO REACH DOWN THE COMM AND CHOKE YOU OUT BECAUSE THAT MATERIAL IS WORTH ABOUT A ZILLION DOLLARS AND I DID NOT COMMIT A FELONY FOR YOU TO GET IT BLOWN UP!” You almost pulled the comm out of your ear, they were so loud at the other end. Their threat sent a chill up your spine, as you knew they would follow through if the suit had been ruined. But thankfully, the shrapnel, explosion and falling through two levels of flooring had only lead to some slight tearing.
“Uh, yeah I’m fine by the way and so’s the suit.”
“I SWEAR I’M GONNA MURDE—Cool, why the silence then?” You couldn’t help but glance at Stephan after the question, he smiled at you but he looked painfully awkward. Had probably overheard the entire thing.
“Let’s just say I got a little tied up.” You replied, eyes connecting with Stephen’s, and couldn’t help but smile. You couldn’t wait to get to know more about him. And by the look on his face, he wanted the same thing too.
Prompt: On the way to a friend’s house, during a blizzard, you end up stuck in a cabin with Daveed’s family…or as I like to call it Rose doesn’t know how to finish her other projects, so she wrote something else.
The next morning, you awoke wrapped in blankets from your nest with your alpha’s arms firm around your waist.
Your alpha.
He softly snored next to you, nose buried in your hair. Daveed decided to stay up that night, not wanting to rest until you did.
The morning started off quiet. The pack was downstairs, talking amongst themselves. Most of them heard the events of the night before, but many kept it to themselves. The others, mainly Rafa, had plenty to say.
Daveed felt you shift next to him. He held you tighter, then kissed your shoulder. You looked so peaceful in the sunlight’s softness. The moment he pulled his arm away from you, you began to stir.
“Didn’t mean to wake you”, he said sheepishly
“Morning”, you grinned
Daveed’s heart nearly jumped out his chest. How could someone so beautiful be his? He pulled you into a kiss as he rested between your legs again. When his lips reached your mark, your body melted against him.
He promised to be quick as slowly slipped into you. You spread your legs to make room for him as he went back to sucking your mark and you held on for dear life.
An hour and later, you both descended the staircase refreshed and ready for the day. Rafa greeting you as you reached the bottom.
“Good morning Y/N”, he chirped, “How was your night?”
“Get the hell out of here”, Daveed groaned
“What? I can’t greet the newest member of the pack on this fine morning?”
Rafa sent you a suggestive grin as he walked away. The rest of the pack stared, but didn’t utter a word other than a greeting.
“Want to go for a walk”, Daveed asked as you both finished breakfast, “Oak is out on patrol. Rafa and Jaz are taking care of everything else. What do you say?”
“They think we’re going to fuck again, don’t they?”
“Are they wrong?”, Daveed said with a laugh
Daveed made sure you were wrapped up to his liking before stepping outside with you. The snow finally stopped. It wasn’t warm enough for it to melt, but at least it would stop for the next few days.
“Am I allowed to ask now?”, you finally spoke as you grabbed his hand
“Ask away”
“What did Benji say to make you so upset yesterday?”
Daveed stopped walking just as you reached the edge of where his territory ended. He sighed before speaking again.
“He was taunting me about you. Spared no detail about his plans of stealing you away from me just so he can make you his. He doesn’t know that we’re soulmates, but he still wants you more than anything”
“I don’t want that”, you groaned as you placed your hand on his cheek, “I want to be with you”
Daveed grinned as the wind picked up, but it was short-lived when he heard a familiar scoff.
“You don’t know what you want”, Benji groaned, “You think he can take care of you?”
“He already does, asshole”
Daveed carefully watched his footsteps. He knew Benji wasn’t dumb enough to cross the line, but he could never be too careful. He put his arm in front of you to push you behind him.
“Your family told me you were difficult, but damn it’ll make claiming you so much sweeter”
Daveed stepped forward. You could see that he was about to lose it. You turned to hold his arm, telling him it wasn’t worth it. The last thing you needed was to be in the middle of two alphas fighting.
“That’s what he wants. Don’t give in to his game”
Just as you turned back around, a gust of wind blew and it was strong enough to push your scarf away.
Benji took note as you fixed it.
“I see you noted my warning”, he gleamed
“What the hell are you talking about?”, you sneered
“You told her about our little chat, right? Then you rushed back to mark her the very same day”, he laughed, “Didn’t take long for you to stake your claim”
You grew silent. There’s no way he spent a night with you to prove a point.
“He took care of you because he didn’t want me to have you”, Benji grinned
Your heart was threatening to fall into the pit of your stomach.
“Shut the fuck up”, Daveed growled
“Daveed”, you gasped, “Tell me he’s lying”
When he looked away from you, you had your answer. You took several steps away as tears spilled over before running back inside.
Daveed didn’t bother calling or chasing after you.
“I will kill you”, Daveed sneered
“I gave you a few words of encouragement, but you did that all on your own”, Benji smirked, “Good luck”
By the time Daveed got back inside, you were in your old room with the door locked. He didn’t bother saying anything to you, knowing you wouldn’t say a word. The smell of your discomfort told him all he needed to know.
Summary:La primera vez que Lan Wangji escuchó la voz de su Alma Gemela tenía siete años […] Su Alma Gemela hablaba demasiado, durante todo el día y empezó a odiar su voz […]
summary: as soon as his palms brush along your cheeks, it’s almost as if his soul snaps out of its frenzied rage, looks at you, and embraces you with a warmth that says, oh, I’ve been looking for you for ages.
WARNINGS:angst, fluff, happy ending, medieval magic, blood, death, swearing, yearning, mentions of sexy times pairing:immortal!bucky x fem!mortal!reader word count: 12.0k
a/n:soulmate au and reincarnation au where you come back and find each other whenever fate deems it fit.written for @jalapenobarnes and @startrekkingaroundasgard. my prompts were not like this andwon’t lose you again which i changed slightly.
happy birthday, bucky.
818 - agape: the highest form of love
James doesn’t know how long he runs for. Your blood is seeping between his fingers as your fingers dig desperately into his neck and his breath is burning in his lungs as he screams himself raw. His blood is boiling beneath his skin, sweat soaking through his chain mail as he swallows down dry air, and his throat is tearing itself as he sucks in harsh breath after harsh breath.
“Hold on, foxglove,” he whispers. You let out a faint moan, and he raises his chin to the forest surrounding him. Here. The woman said she’d be here. Golden and amber leaves swirl around him, dancing in the breeze. Stumbling through the forest, his boots sink into the moist dirt as he fights to keep himself standing. Running, running, running. Where is that woman? Where? “Hold on.” As he glances down, he sees your eyes flutter shut and he chokes. You’ve lost all colour in your lips and cheeks, face dashed with scarlet red. A strangled sensation crawls up his throat just as his boot shifts beneath mud.
I literally had to step away for a moment after finishing this just to process everything. It rendered me completely speechless!
This is absolutely brilliant and beautiful and unique and a wonderful example of beauty in tragedy. So heart wrenchingly sad, yet so soft and full of love. The beautiful writing and imagery, and the depth of feeling has me in just a puddle on the floor. One of the best soulmate!au’s I’ve ever read!
