Well actually if I were doing a Leverage soulmate au I’d make it one where they’re all actually from different backgrounds so they have different ways of finding out.
Eliot would know from true love’s first kiss. He’s always wondered what if it’s someone he killed. For a decade he remembers their names, the color of their eyes, the last thing each of them said and wonders. In his better moments he hopes he doesn’t find them, because they deserve better.
Parker always wears gloves because it’s a good idea not to leave your fingerprints everywhere when you’re a thief but also because otherwise the moment she touched her soulmate she’d leave a mark on them and they’d leave a mark on her and that’s too much, that’s permanent. She’s happier not knowing. She doesn’t need some “normal person” bringing her down and caging her in and resenting her for not fitting in to their normal boring life.
Hardison sees colors for the first time the moment he meets Eliot but he loves Parker first and spends a sleepless year, sickeningly helpless in love wondering which love he could bear to give up, can you quantify this, can you write a program that tells you the pros and the cons before he finds out that actually they’re both his. And no, he doesn’t inform anyone before he finds out.
just saying, eliot goes over to hardison and parker’s to feed them something decent, and the two are in the middle of a Teach Parker The Ways Of The Geek watch of st:tos. they are on the episode with spock’s parents. there’s the part where sarek and amanda touch fingers, and hardison excitedly tells parker about The Supreme Knowledge of vulcan hand kissing like this is important, mama. eliot tuts at him being like, the fuck that ain’t no kiss, hardison. excuse you??
“i dont know, i think its sweet,” parker says, holding her fingers to hardison who immediately taps his against hers. her gloves are gone for the night because she feels safe at home, and eliot tries desperately not to find meaning that the gloves dont reappear when he enters the room anymore.
“thank you. nice to know some people got sophistication.”
“come on. they’re just” eliot mockingly copies the movement between his two hands before shrugging full body. “that ain’t nothing.”
hardison is of course OFFENDED. he pauses the stream. “and who the hell gave you the authority to decide that?”
“trust me,” eliot says in his smarmy voice he aint been using as much in the last two years, but it comes back to hide the jolt of pain at being reminded of his soul pattern. “i know a thing or two about kisses.”
parker hums, “i think vulcans have sensitive hands.”
hardison is like, “yes! theyre touch telepaths! they are totally macking telepathically.”
“fine, ill give you vulcan magic mumbo gumbo…” eliot probably sounds more like mccoy than he would ever admit. “but what is the ambassador’s wife getting out of it? shes human, right?”
hardison is not gonna let this go. he bodily stands up and stalks over to eliot. from across the island counter dividing kitchen from living room, he holds out his index and middle fingers to eliot.
“intention, eliot. intention matters.”
“im not going to - ”
“afraid im right?”
“just do it, eliot,” parker calls from the couch. “i wanna finish the episode.”
“fine!” he copies hardison’s finger positions and touches the tips against hardison’s like how spock’s parents did in the show. he lets it linger for a bit, feeling stupid, but before he can call it off… hardison presses against him a little harder. barely noticable. then hardison slips his fingers down just a little, the pads tracking down to the first knuckle, the second… before lifting back slow and deliberate back to the starting position. he goes it again, and he has the biggest shiteating grin on his face, fuck, but this time he tracing down to the folded L of where eliot’s index falls to his thumb. hardison tucks his fingers into eliot’s palm for a second before returning up up up to their start. tips against tips.
hardison knows he has won and doesnt need to rub it in anymore than he has sunk his fingers into eliot’s hand. but the moment needs some sort of punctuation, it feels… heavy in a way he doesnt quite get, so hardison says “told you” as he finally pulls back.
eliot tries not to use his training against his crew, tries to not startle them so they can forget he ain’t quite like everyone else, not no more… but it is in less than a blink of an eye that he has got hardison’s palm clutched in his hand.
“uh. eliot?”
eliot’s stomach has dropped and his knees feel like they’re gonna fold under him and there are tears welling in his eyes and… he can only clutch harder. he never… after he saw the lovesick eyes hardison gave parker and the confused but curious looks parker gave back, eliot closed up shop on ever thinking they were his in any way he could claim his love to. but…
“intention,” eliot coughs out in a laugh.
“what?”
“oh,” parker says and she is beside them, silently having tiptoed over which eliot hadnt noticed because he is losing his entire shit. she and eliot make meaningful eye contact. “true love’s first,” she names for eliot and hardison stops trying to pull away. eliot nods in confirmation, shaken, which gets a huge smile from her.
they look to hardison as he sputters out the start of a sentence. he tries again. “i saw my colors on that first job, seeing you. parker came in so quick afterward and it was so dark so, so i never could tell if it was just you, or if your colors slipped into what she gave me, or maybe i imagined seeing the blue of your eyes before she dropped in but…”
hardison turns his hand into eliot’s and holds on.
and hell fucking yes. everything’s coming together. one thing’s missing, though (two things, really).
parker carefully reaches for the wrist of the hand eliot’s got clutching hardison. she carefully removes the wristband hes got there. now with the L of her index and her thumb, she slides a hold over eliot’s wrist knowing without looking she’s spilling a wine stain where they touch. she pulls eliot away from hardison (just for this moment) and to join the him and parker on the other side of the counter.
eliot does look down at the proof of parker’s soul pattern left on them both. hardison does as well, and yeah, okay? tears? they are a'flowing.
“hey eliot,” parker teases, “wanna show me what intentions you got for me?” she wiggles her eyebrows seductively, just to make sure he gets the message.
and when eliot swoops in to press his lips against hers, he knows just what he is finding in the kiss for the first time in his life.
heartlines on a red string | percabeth kimi no na wa AU
Two strangers are connected by a mysterious magical bond when they start swapping bodies.
chapter 3/? - same as it ever was
A keen outside observer might notice the subtle differences during their switch.
Some days Annabeth wore her curly hair in a ponytail instead of its usual braid; some days, while lost in thought, Percy would move to tuck a phantom lock of long hair behind his ear; some days it seemed Annabeth had completely forgotten how to draw even the most basic portico or pilotis and resorted to drawing apologetic cartoon faces; some days Percy burned entire batches of cupcakes having forgotten them in the oven while tending to the register. But a keen observer such as this would chalk it up to nothing, opting for the polite thing and keeping to one’s own business.
Summary:(Y/N) grew up in the Hollywood scene, being the amazing child star that she is. But when Tom Holland steps into her life for a photoshoot, her whole career gets overshadowed by Marvel’s Golden Boy, making her annoyed by him. But what happens when she finds out that Tom is her soulmate?
A/N:I know I’ve been absent from Tumblr, but I wrote this in class the other day and I wanted to share it with the world :) Hope you enjoy it!
Words:4.6K (a shortie compared to my other fics)
Pairing:Tom Holland x Actress!Reader (Soulmate AU)
Warnings:Mentions of sex, a whole lot of sexism in Hollywood and swearing
The Oscars were that one night of the year when tons of celebrities gather in a big theatre to award the outstanding performances in that year in Hollywood. For (Y/N) (Y/L/N), it wouldn’t be the first time spending the whole day getting ready to pose on the red carpet for the whole world to see. Being a child actress dotted with a lot of talent, she has always been in the spotlight, meaning she would always attend every event in the Awards Season. This year it was special: she had been nominated for Outstanding Lead Actress in a Drama Series at the Emmys. And while the award night doesn’t arrive, she’s been jumping from ceremony to ceremony as a publicity stunt to make her name appear even more in the media. Even if she doesn’t win that award, it was still important to take this opportunity to promote herself. That’s why she had been putting a lot of effort to get among the best dressed at the Oscars list.
Tonight she was feeling herself. Her stylist dressed her in a bold transparent dress covered with crystals that made her feel like a silver version of the tiny man placed on the Oscars statuette. She was getting some final touches in the dressing room before heading back to the green room when someone entered the door: the last person she wanted to see right now.
Things are still great, but things in the protocol keep moving forward.
~200 word excerpt below
Like most days now, Breach woke up with a weight on his chest. And like most mornings, he silently played a game of Sova or dog? He looked to his side and lifted his head to peer over the side of his bed and saw the sleeping form of Bamse on his dog bed. Sometimes, if Sova or Breach sprawled out too much, his smart puppy would get off the bed to go get his own bed and drag it over. So, as he gently ran his fingers through Sova’s hair, he smiled at his excellent deduction. Slowly, as if he were creeping around a sleeping bear, and truth be told, a grumpy, sleep deprived Sova was probably deadlier than a bear, he lifted Sova’s head so that he could remove his arm and instead let him rest on a pillow. The list of things he had to do only grew by the second but tearing himself away from Sova right now felt impossible. Eventually, his stomach growled, and he had to get up and move away from the masterpiece on his bed to start scavenging for food in the kitchen.
Sometimes things just go downhill. What can you do about it?
~150 word excerpt
There was a moment of focus that Breach only achieved when he was at his lowest. It alerted him to everything, the beads of sweat currently running down his face, the scrapes along his shin, the dull words that echoed from a life already lived in the past.
“I don’t want anything to do with him. Do I need to explain why? You, darling, are beautiful, worth every star in the sky. He’s only…”
“Only what?”
He was worthless. That’s what his father said about him, unaware that he was listening through the cracks at the door. Not that it mattered when he was in jail for the rest of his life, and Breach had both made a name and a fortune for himself. It was all done without his father, so why did that word still bother him so much? Breach kicked the bag one last time and winced as the chain broke and the bag thudded to the ground in a cloud of dust and sand before flopping over.
Where we discuss if Sova’s self preservation instinct is real :)) As promised, update today, then resume regular schedule on saturday! Also, for everyone expecting the worst… It’s not that bad this time, right?
~150 word excerpt follows
Normally, when he reported a successful mission, Brimstone had his next task at hand, and he was sent off as pissed as ever. He wasn’t allowed to celebrate because Brimstone liked keeping him down just as much as Breach liked pissing him off. It was the push and pull of their relationship. When one was happy, the other wasn’t. Breach liked pushing all of Brimstone’s buttons, and Brimstone liked keeping Breach tied to his contract and his work. As long as they got the job done, they could posture against one another again and again, always right at the line but never crossing it.
“Sova’s out on a mission. Thought I’d take it easy on you.”
He scoffed. “I’m not some child who needs my mother. I can be fine without Sova.”
“A mission with an unknown timeline. I don’t know how long it’ll take. It’s between him and Cypher.”
I am posting this a day early in the case that I can’t tomorrow. I have my driving test and it’s a long drive so :p
Anyways, some nsfw but all in the name of making up.
~100 word excerpt below
Sova wanted to but didn’t end up leaving. He slept with his back towards Breach, staring with his one eye at the string that looped over his back and connected to Breach. If they were fated, if this was supposed to be easy, why did it feel so hard now? When he closed his eyes, he was taken back to that day in the forest with Breach’s arm around his shoulders and a lazy walk back towards his car, where Sova was allowed to stare out the passenger window while Breach hummed along with the quiet metal music that Sova had already turned down many times.
Summary:(Y/N) grew up in the Hollywood scene, being the amazing child star that she is. But when Tom Holland steps into her life for a photoshoot, her whole career gets overshadowed by Marvel’s Golden Boy, making her annoyed by him. But what happens when she finds out that Tom is her soulmate?
A/N:I know I’ve been absent from Tumblr, but I wrote this in class the other day and I wanted to share it with the world :) Hope you enjoy it!
Words:4.6K (a shortie compared to my other fics)
Pairing:Tom Holland x Actress!Reader (Soulmate AU)
Warnings:Mentions of sex, a whole lot of sexism in Hollywood and swearing
The Oscars were that one night of the year when tons of celebrities gather in a big theatre to award the outstanding performances in that year in Hollywood. For (Y/N) (Y/L/N), it wouldn’t be the first time spending the whole day getting ready to pose on the red carpet for the whole world to see. Being a child actress dotted with a lot of talent, she has always been in the spotlight, meaning she would always attend every event in the Awards Season. This year it was special: she had been nominated for Outstanding Lead Actress in a Drama Series at the Emmys. And while the award night doesn’t arrive, she’s been jumping from ceremony to ceremony as a publicity stunt to make her name appear even more in the media. Even if she doesn’t win that award, it was still important to take this opportunity to promote herself. That’s why she had been putting a lot of effort to get among the best dressed at the Oscars list.
Tonight she was feeling herself. Her stylist dressed her in a bold transparent dress covered with crystals that made her feel like a silver version of the tiny man placed on the Oscars statuette. She was getting some final touches in the dressing room before heading back to the green room when someone entered the door: the last person she wanted to see right now.
“Finally found you.” Tom Holland leaned against the door frame while he was wearing a fancy Italian suit that only added to his Hollywood heartthrob image. “You haven’t been answering my calls.”
“I’ve never saved your contact on my phone.”
“You know we can’t avoid that conversation forever.” He said, this time firming his voice in order to convince her. “We need to talk about our rings.”
“There’s nothing to talk about, Tom.” (Y/N) glanced down at the ring placed on her right hand where the stone was burning in red from anger. For people outside the two of them, that would be only a clear stone placed on a beautiful silver ring, but for soulmates, the stone would burst into the colours of whatever emotion the person that was wearing the accessory felt.
“It’s been a full week, (Y/N). You’re gonna have to talk to me eventually.”
“No, I don’t have Tom.” She shouted at him.
“Of course we do. We’re soulmates, for fuck sake!” He stated, making her fall into silence. (Y/N) glanced at the ring on his right hand that showed a faint colour of green, which meant mixed emotions. The evidence was clear and there was nothing (Y/N) could do about it.
In the world, everyone starts to constantly wear rings right after they turn eight, when they are old enough to know they shouldn’t remove them from their hands. It’s not like it’s mandatory, but not wearing a ring all the time could easily make you look like a freak in society. When you and your soulmate touch hands for the first time, whatever ring you wearing would immediately turn into a mood ring where only your soulmate could see the colours.
(Y/N) grew up touching a lot of people’s hands due to her strong presence in Hollywood. She would always shake hands at events and acting involves a lot of touching most of the time. But it wasn’t until she was 25 years old that her ring finally burst into a shiny light, meaning that the soulmate connection had been made - and it happened with the worst person she could wish to have as a soulmate.
Tom Holland was new in the movie industry, but his role as Spider-Man set him on top of the world where everyone wanted to work with him in Hollywood. Even though the whole world was in love with him, Tom didn’t end up pleasing the industry’s princess (Y/N) (Y/L/N), known by everyone for starring in a big drama movie at a very early age, making her one of the youngest actresses to be nominated for an Oscar.
It only took a small modelling project together to make the whole world force them into the “besties” position, and some of the media took a step further into calling them “possible new Hollywood it-couple”, even though they haven’t been spotted together ever since that magazine cover. She didn’t like that all of her years working her ass off to be the best actress possible was overshadowed by an industry newbie white man. And what everyone thought was a beautiful friendship was actually a big lie behind the scenes.
“Look, I don’t wanna talk about it tonight.” (Y/N) said. “I am nervous enough to be presenting an award and I don’t want this talk to get in the way of my presentation.”
“I’m staying at the Chateau and they always host the after-party there. Maybe we could sneak out to talk?”
“I’m just making a quick stop by the party.” (Y/N) said. “And I’m going home right after.”
“You know we need to talk, (Y/N).” Tom pleaded. “I won’t say it will be a quick conversation because it won’t. But I think the sooner we do it, the better.”
“Not tonight. I’m sorry.” (Y/N) excused herself to go to the green room, where everyone who would step on stage tonight was waiting for their turn while sipping on their drinks and eating canapé. Tom popped in the room a few seconds later only to catch her by the bar. “Stop following me.”
“I’m not. I’m just presenting the award after yours.” He sighed. “And since you won’t talk to me, I’ll get myself a drink to wash all the tenseness away from my body.”
(Y/N) looked at the ring placed on his right hand, painted in black, meaning he was stressed and anxious. She felt bad for him, knowing he was going through a lot at that moment. But once again, her own ring was painted black - and it only got deeper the closer it got to her time to step on stage. Although she didn’t have to be worried at all considering she did great up there, getting her to be on top of the trending topics during a big night for Hollywood. Her PR team would be proud.
After she left the stage, (Y/N) went straight out of the green room to join a few friends in the crowd just to enjoy the rest of the ceremony for once, which meant she didn’t meet Tom after going on stage. Her strategy didn’t work very well since Tom appeared a few minutes later to present Best Original Song, taking a quick glance towards her, who was sitting at the front table. Luckily, no one noticed them exchanging glances all night
“Ready to go?” (Y/N)’s stylist asked once Best Picture was finally presented, meaning that the ceremony had come to an end. She simply nodded and said a few ‘see you at the afterparty” to a few people. Her conversation with Tom set her mood down, but she wouldn’t let him ruin the opportunity of getting the spotlight for her.
Her stylist prepared an extra dress that was more comfortable and just as beautiful as her Oscar dress. This time she showed up in a gorgeous midi dark pink dress that grabbed everyone’s attention as she walked by - including her soulmate’s, who was standing by the entrance just to see her arrive. (Y/N) could see from far away that his ring was shining in pink, which meant “love”. She tried to ignore it, but her ring was still black due to anxiety.
(Y/N) got to take a few pictures, did a few interviews before going into the event. As always, she had a casual small talk with most of the people around. Those parties were a great way to make connections and do your own network. That’s how she got a few of her Hollywood jobs through the years. But as the clock got closer to one in the morning, all she wanted was to sneak out of the party to go home.
“You look beautiful, by the way.” A voice she could recognize from anywhere commented, making her turn around to meet Tom with two glasses of whisky in hands. “I got for us both. Fancy one?”
“Actually, I won’t decline it.” She took the glass from his hand, taking a big gulp right after. “What a fucking night.”
“Pretty boring, isn’t it?” Tom shrugged. “As a kid, I thought the Oscars were magical. I’ve always wanted to attend. But it looks like it’s just a place where people from the film industry get to be pretentious.”
“It’s full of shit, right?” She asked with a frown. “I remember a stupid lady saying I wasn’t skinny enough to fit in the dress I was wearing to my first Oscars. I was only 9.”
“I guess the industry hasn’t been kind to you.”
“Not even once.” She sighed. “I’ve been working my ass off for years now and they reduced me to ‘Tom Holland’s allegedly new affair’. Awesome.”
“I despise how the media treats you,” Tom said. “And it’s bad that it got in the way of a potential friendship.”
“You don’t get to be nice. Not tonight.” (Y/N) shook her head and exited to the balcony, where she could have some fresh air to breathe. Tom followed her shortly after.
“I wanna go to my room.” He said. “And I think you should come with me.”
“I’m tired.”
“No, you’re not.” He said. “Look, my family is staying in their own room, so I have the place all to myself.”
“I have my own place, Tom.”
“Please.” Tom tried to hold her hand once again, but she took a step back. “I’m sorry.”
(Y/N) knew she couldn’t avoid that conversation forever, especially when she saw Tom’s ring changing from light green to blue, meaning was starting to feel sad. He watched her own ring turn green as her eyes softened in front of him. What was once black started to show hints of life right in front of him.
“Alright, but you’re sneaking food into your room. I’m starving.”
Tom led (Y/N) up to his room in just a few seconds, the loud music being left behind just to have a quiet place to talk. He was staying on the other side of the building, where the party seemed to be very far away. Since he was staying alone in a room, it wasn’t a big one. Still, it had enough luxury and space that any celebrity could need.
“You must be really uncomfortable in this dress,” Tom commented once the door closed. “You can borrow some of my clothes.”
“Not planning on staying long.” She said and Tom rolled his eyes.
“You’re staying the night, you idiot.” He said before tossing her one of his boxers and a shirt.
“God, you annoy me.” (Y/N) took a seat at his room’s dining table to try reaching for her heels, but the amount of fabrics was keeping her from getting to her feet. Tom finished removing his tie to kneel down and help her with the shoes. “Thank you.”
“Stop being stubborn,” Tom said as he took a seat next to her. “I don’t know why you are always like this with me. I didn’t do anything to you.”
“You know why we have this… between us. I used to be one of the youngest actresses to be nominated for an Oscar and now I’m reduced to Spider-Man’s possible new girlfriend. Guess what they are going to talk about us in the morning? About our performances on stage or a blind item about us sneaking to your room at the afterparty?”
“Yeah, I think you’re right.” He sighed. “But look, we know what we are. I don’t think we can ignore each other for much longer. Because I don’t know about you, but I can’t stop thinking about you ever since our hands touched.”
Tom was anxious. His ring turned into a dark shade of blue, almost turning black. (Y/N) wasn’t very far from that shade either. To say they were both nervous was an understatement, after all, it’s not every day that you meet your soulmate.
“Aren’t you scared?” (Y/N) asked him. “I mean, it’s scary to see your ring shine for the very first time.”
“I’ve never been more scared in my life.” He admitted. “I thought it would never happen to me because everyone around me had met their soulmates. But I don’t know, when our hands touched, it all made sense.”
“I guess I was angry that it was you. At least at first.” (Y/N) said. “And it triggered my anxiety as well. Every time I started to hang out with someone, the media would come all over me to ask if we were soulmates. I knew I wasn’t a match to any of them, but we were all just having fun. I didn’t want to take it to the public eye.”
“I guess you’re always harassed by the media. More than me, at least.”
“It’s all downhill when you’re a woman in Hollywood, Tom.” She sighed. “Yeah, it sucks most of the time. But my love for acting makes it all worth it.”
“I know what that is like.” He nodded in agreement and watched (Y/N) get up to see herself in front of a mirror.
“Zip me down, please.” She asked as she looked at him over the shoulder. Tom gulped but was quick to get to her. His hands flew to the zipper on her back where he slowly pulled them down. (Y/N) held the dress to her body and nodded as a ‘thank you’ before excusing herself to the bathroom to change. Tom just couldn’t believe how cold she could be around him, especially now that they both knew they were soulmates.
“I have micellar water in the bathroom if you want to remove the makeup.” Tom shouted.
“You have a full skincare routine in here.” She shouted back as her eyes went through all the products placed over the sink.
“I’m an actor, darling. I use makeup and I need my face to be perfect for the next day.” He said. “Are you dressed?”
“Yes, you can come in.” She opened the door for him and Tom already had his shirt unbuttoned, ready to be taken off.
“And skincare routines are like… really nice.” He smiled at her. “We should do face masks.”
“You have one?”
“Lucky enough, I have two.” He winked at her before taking two cotton pads and wetting them with micellar water.
“What a prepared boy.” She smiled at him, the first smile she genuinely showed all night. “I was mentally cursing you for not letting me go home to my skincare, but apparently you even have serums.”
“My makeup artist bought it for me. I have them, but normally I sleep too much and don’t have time to use them.” He admitted. “But it’s all yours, love.”
“Love? That’s new.” She commented. “You normally only call people the infamous British ‘darling’, right?”
“Yeah, but you’re not just anyone.” Tom shrugged. “I have to admit, I don’t know how to start the conversation we need to have.”
“I don’t know either.” (Y/N) agreed with a nod before turning to the mirror to remove the rest of her makeup.
“I mean, I thought I was one of those rare people that didn’t have a soulmate.”
“Me too.” He agreed. “Because I turned 25 and I saw everyone around me enjoying their life alongside their soulmates, but in a sea of people and a lot of amazing things, I didn’t have anyone to share.”
“I guess I felt the same. I think growing up as a child star made my life very lonely and I have only a few people that I trust and that I get to feel comfortable to be around. So seeing everyone I loved with a soulmate only made me lonelier.”
“We don’t have to feel lonely anymore.” Tom said before pumping the cleanser one time on his hand and another one on (Y/N)’s.
“This cleanser is the best! I used to have a lot of acne growing up, but this totally changed my life.”
“I use this one too.” (Y/N) said. “Did you know I lost a role because of acne once? The director said my skin had to be flawless because the character was supposed to be a lady.”
“What a whole lot of bullshit.” Tom frowned in anger. “I played Spider-Man with acne on Homecoming.”
(Y/N) shrugged before bending on the sink to rinse her face. Tom waited for her to come back with a towel in his hands, which she thanked with a smile.
“Yeah, I feel like the director did me a huge favour by taking me off the movie. The girl that got my role said he was very abusive on set.” (Y/N) said as Tom rinsed his own face. “But I guess that’s a trauma, you know? I had a lot of insecurities because of that one audition.”
“Well, I think you are beautiful just the way you are.” Tom kissed her cheek right after he came up from the sink. (Y/N) immediately cracked a smile at the gesture.
“We learned more about each other in half an hour than in five years of knowing each other.”
“I like that already.” Tom said before turning to get two face masks - one for him and another for her. “This is supposed to detox your face. And I have four pads for the eyes as well.”
“I love a prepared man.” (Y/N) giggled before ripping the package open. Both of them placed the masks on their faces and laughed at each other once they were done.
“We need to take a picture of us.” Tom immediately popped his phone and (Y/N) leaned into his shoulder so he could take a photo in the mirror.
“Send it to me afterwards.” She said to him. “I wanna remember this.”
“You do?” He frowned with a smile on his face.
“Of course, you’re my soulmate after all.” That was the first time she ever admitted he was her soulmate out loud and it made both of them euphoric. Were things finally falling into place?
“I like you, (Y/N).” Tom said. “I know we have a long way to go and that we never really got along, but I’ve always liked you.”
“I guess I like you too, Holland.” She smiled at him. “I’m sorry for all the fighting over the years.”
“Don’t worry about it.” He shrugged. “We have plenty of time now, don’t we?”
“I guess.” She shrugged. “Do you have anything to eat?”
“I have pizza leftovers from last night and a microwave to heat it up,” Tom suggested. “But we can always call the front desk to ask for food.”
“Nah, I just want something quick.” (Y/N) opened the mini-fridge and popped some pizza out of there. She was quick to put two slices in the microwave so they could share. “Can I take a can of soda?”
“Of course you can. Get one for me too, love.” Tom said as he prepared the bed for sleeping. “Do you want me to sleep on the couch?”
(Y/N) looked back at the bed, which was definitely bigger than the one she has back home, and shrugged. “I think it’s big enough for us. We have to get used to it, don’t we?”
“You talk as if we’re obligated to be with each other,” Tom said, now setting the pleasant mood down with just a few words.
“Well, isn’t it the whole concept of soulmates? You just have to accept that they are meant to be with you?”
“Soulmates don’t need to be this artificial.” Tom sighed. “They have an instant bond, a natural connection. They shouldn’t feel obligated to be with each other.”
“Tom, I really don’t want to fight right now.” She said. “I know we have a lot of issues and we still need to work this through conversation, but I had a long night. I’m sorry if I’m treating this like it’s an obligation, it’s just… so new to me.”
Tom closed his eyes and took a deep breath before nodding. Judging by the colour of his ring, he was very stressed. “You’re right, yeah. Sorry.”
Instead of saying anything, (Y/N) left the pizza in the microwave to give him a tight hug. She watched his dark ring turn into a pink and blue-ish colour, meaning he felt both loved and relaxed. Her own ring matched his colours and it was the very first time it showed any of those colours.
“Thank you for this.” He whispered in her ear. “I really, really want this to work. Because you’re special (Y/N), and I’ve known that for a while.”
“I know Tom. Just, give us a little more time, alright?” She pulled back, her hands never leaving his neck, just to see his face. He smiled before nodding at her words.
“More time. Yeah, I can do that.”
One year later
“(Y/N), wait for me.” Tom called from behind her through the current mess of Dolby Theatre during the Oscars. She stopped her walk just to see what he had to say. Just like a year ago, Tom’s ring was painted black for anxiety and stress.
“What’s wrong with you?” She frowned as her hand immediately flew to the one who held his ring.
“I’m nervous about the award.” He admitted. This had been the first time he had ever been nominated for an Oscar, let alone for Best Actor. Tom had been shitting himself ever since he found out he was nominated.
“You’re gonna be just fine.” She pulled him into a hug and his muscles immediately relaxed under her touch. Once again, as every time (Y/N) touches him, his ring turned blue with a faint hint of pink. “I’m already so proud of you.”
“Thank you, love.”
It had been one year since they shared a hotel room at the Chateau Marmont to talk about them being soulmates. Ever since then, a lot happened between (Y/N) and Tom. They became close friends, trying to build the best relationship after years of hatred. Now they were best friends who were very much in love with each other, but they were just waiting for the right time to take this to the next level. Both knew they were meant to be together, but the best part of starting to like someone is the butterflies in their stomach. They didn’t want to skip that.
So that means they never kissed, not even once. Although, (Y/N) and Tom have been inseparable lately, they just couldn’t have their first kiss right before leaving for work in the morning or drunk in the club late at night. They talked it through and they had their entire life to just be with each other, so it could wait until the universe said it was time.
But maybe both of them couldn’t resist for much longer.
“Will you sit with me?” Tom asked her, who this time was only attending the event as his guest. Last year she won the Emmys, but this year she was taking a break to focus on the following season for the show that took her name to television glory.
“Of course.” She nodded and Tom helped her get to the table.
People and the media were starting to get more and more suspicious about them being soulmates. Not only they were seen hanging out together all the time, a fan caught them one night playing with each other’s ring as they shared dinner to celebrate Tom’s Oscars nomination. After that photo went viral, people just couldn’t leave them alone. And maybe attending the red carpet together didn’t help the rumours at all.
But (Y/N) looked stunning, even if this was supposed to be Tom’s night. He was dressed in a double-breasted Prada black suit that made the perfect contrast with her champagne satin dress, which kept her outfit simple and classy, perfect for the Oscars. He thought she looked as beautiful as she ever does and he wanted to show everyone that that was his soulmate - even though they were taking things slow. And just to close the whole look, Tom gave her a brand new ring that has been shining in purple for adoration ever since he put it on her finger.
Both of them had a great time commenting on the ceremony, making bets about the winners and cursing the Academy every time a good movie lost an award. But as the night was coming to an end, the closer it got to the Best Actor category. As they read all the nominees’ names, Tom searched for (Y/N)’s hand under the table and she gave him tight squeezes to calm him down.
“And the Oscar goes to…” Uma Thurman, who had been invited to present the award, started. “Tom Holland.”
Tom felt so relieved that the first thing he did was pull (Y/N) into a sweet and brief kiss, the first one they ever shared. It caught her by surprise, but she wasn’t mat at all. Actually, she very much liked it. After that, Tom was greeted by a few of his cast members and family before heading up to the stage to receive the award. He was on the verge of tears and (Y/N) was the only one who could see his ring shining green for mixed feelings.
“I’m still a little bit stunned by this.” He breathed out as he held the award in his hands. “Because little Tom would never imagine he would one day be standing on this stage to receive such an honour as an Oscar. I have a lot of people to thank and I am grateful for everything all of them have done for me over my career. But the work that got me this award couldn’t have been done without the help and support of my beautiful soulmate. (Y/N), I love you. This award is for both of us.”
The whole crowd broke into laugh claps and cheerings for Tom, but (Y/N) was too stunned to speak. She only arched her brows and smiled at him, reassuring him that it was fine. He continued to thank a few other people on the cast and crew, never forgetting his family as well, before coming down from the stage. (Y/N) immediately got up from her seat to meet him in the green room before they presented Best Picture.
Tom, who was being congratulated by a few people around, dropped the conversation he was having with Uma Thurman just to hug (Y/N). They stood quiet for a few seconds, just enjoying each other’s embrace.
“You’re crazy.” She whispered in his ear.
“I know.” He giggled. “But I just couldn’t help myself.”
“The whole world knows about us now.” (Y/N) said and Tom shrugged. “You kissed me for the first time in front of the whole world.”
“I wanted to make this night unforgettable.” He admitted. “And it will always be the best night of my life.”
“I love you, Oscar Winner Tom Holland.”
“I love you too, Emmy Winner (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” He kissed her one more time before quickly pulling back, searching for two glasses of champagne to make a toast. “To happy years in our relationship and to many more awards.”
♔ : Everyone’s world is black and white until you meet your soulmate, who brings color with them ♕: The first words your soulmate will say to you are tattoo’d on your body ♖: Soulmates can feel each other’s emotions ♗: Everyone has a timer on their wrist that counts down to the moment of meeting your soulmate ♘: Soulmates have matching birthmarks ♙: Everyone has their soulmates names tattoo’d on their wrist ♚: Soulmates have birthmarks that signify where their soulmate will first touch them ♛: Reincarnated Soulmates who remember their past lives the first time they touch
We are excited to announce that we will be running a DTIYS/WTIYS contest for the remainder of our preorder period (until May 9)!
We plan to accept two winners for this contest: one artist and one writer! The winners will receive a free digital bundle of the zine, as well as a free physical print version of the original DTIYS/WTIYS piece designed by Maria!
Here are the requirements for entering the DTIYS/WTIYS contest:
Using any type of art or writing medium, recreate Maria’s Romellura red string of fate drawing!
Tag us on a platform we’re on (Twitter, Tumblr, or Instagram) with your entry/a link to your entry!
Use the tag #anaphoradwtiys on your post
All entries must be SFW
All entries must be your own work, although collaborations are accepted!
Winners will be decided within a week after preorders close! If you purchased a digital copy of the zine and you end up winning, we will issue you a refund (if you got a physical copy and win, we will issue a partial refund to make up for the digital copy)!
✨IntroducingAnaphora’sfinalpreview… a second drawing that @soia-jpg created for the zine!
We’re coming up on the last few opportunities to grab a copy of this 25+ page sapphic zine featuring Allura and Romelle navigating a world filled with soulmates together! If you’re interested in seeing the full version of Soia’s second piece and many more, make sure you grab a copy before it’s too late, as preorders close very soon!
Because we are so close to unlocking our first stretch goal, we have a couple more previews to show off, and we have some special events for our preorder period, Anaphora, a Romellura soulmates zine featuring over 25 pages of art, writing, and poetry, will be extended a second time! This time, preorders have been extended to May 9!
Remember that we have five bundles to choose from and three stretch goals to unlock! Our first stretch goal, a bonus die-cut sticker, unlocks at 10 physical preorders and we’re so close to doing so!
Custom Romellura poem OR custom Romellura 1-2k story
You pick the type of soulmate AU!
Digital
Name either Jay (if you want a poem) or Cafri (if you want a oneshot) in the “Notes or instructions” box!
Accompanying illustration
Full color
Bust-up
Simple background
Digital
Artist is randomized!
You will be contacted within 1-7 days after purchase to get your commission specifications!
Proceeds after the cost of production will be donated to the Breast Cancer Research Foundation, a nonprofit organization that dedicates itself to researching and educating about breast cancer!
Remember that preorders for this charity Romellura zine have been extended to May 9!
We are less than 5 physical orders away from hitting our first stretch goal, a bonus die-cut sticker in the shape of a heart, so make sure to grab your copy of the zine if you’re interested!
Also consider sharing our posts, as promoting helps spread word of the zine and we really would like to unlock at least our first stretch goal!
✨IntroducingAnaphora’s next preview… we have an art piece designed by Hams!
The full version of this piece, as well as many more, can be viewed by purchasing a copy of this Romellura soulmates zine! We still have stretch goals to unlock, so if you’re interested, make sure to grab a physical bundle of the zine!
✨IntroducingAnaphora’s next preview… for Guavaajellyart’s art piece!
If you want to see the full version of this drawing, as well as many more art pieces and poems, make sure to preorder Anaphora before it’s too late! Remember that proceeds after the cost of production will be donated to the Breast Cancer Research Foundation!
Because we are so close to unlocking our first stretch goal, we have a couple more previews to show off, and we have some special events for our preorder period, Anaphora, a Romellura soulmates zine featuring over 25 pages of art, writing, and poetry, will be extended a second time! This time, preorders have been extended to May 9!
Remember that we have five bundles to choose from and three stretch goals to unlock! Our first stretch goal, a bonus die-cut sticker, unlocks at 10 physical preorders and we’re so close to doing so!
Custom Romellura poem OR custom Romellura 1-2k story
You pick the type of soulmate AU!
Digital
Name either Jay (if you want a poem) or Cafri (if you want a oneshot) in the “Notes or instructions” box!
Accompanying illustration
Full color
Bust-up
Simple background
Digital
Artist is randomized!
You will be contacted within 1-7 days after purchase to get your commission specifications!
Proceeds after the cost of production will be donated to the Breast Cancer Research Foundation, a nonprofit organization that dedicates itself to researching and educating about breast cancer!
Preorders for this zine are still open for a little bit longer, and we still have stretch goals to unlock! If you’re interested in a zine filled with Allura and Romelle (as soulmates!) through poetry and art, make sure to purchase a copy!
✨IntroducingAnaphora’s next preview… we have MJ’s art piece!
Grab your copy of the zine before it’s too late, as preorders are closing very soon, on April 8! We still have stretch goals to unlock that we’re close to unlocking!
✨IntroducingAnaphora’s next preview… a piece for the zine by @jemaherin!
Preorders for Anaphora will be closing soon and we still have stretch goals to unlock, so if you’re interested in unlocking them, make sure to purchase the zine before it’s too late!
✨IntroducingAnaphora’s next preview… a drawing designed by Mochasucculentart!
All proceeds earned from this zine will be donated to the Breast Cancer Research Foundation, after the cost of production! Anaphora has over 25 pages of art, poetry, and writing, so grab your copy of this sapphic zine before it’s too late!
✨IntroducingAnaphora’s next preview… we have an art piece by @nick-eyre!
We’re so close to unlocking our first stretch goal! We still have some time to do so, so if you’re interested in a bonus heart-shaped, die-cut sticker, make sure you preorder a copy of the zine before it’s too late! Remember that all proceeds after the cost of production will be donated to the Breast Cancer Research Foundation!
✨IntroducingAnaphora’s next preview… Maria’s art piece is being showcased!
Remember that preorders have been extended to April 8! All of our stretch goals are still waiting to be unlocked, so make sure to purchase your copy of Anaphora using the extra time this extension has afforded!
The mod team behind Anaphora, a Romellura soulmates zine, have decided that we will be extending preorders! Preorders will now close on April 8!
Anaphora is a Romellura zine featuring Romelle and Allura navigating a world filled with soulmates together! It holds over 25 pages of art, writing, and poetry, and we have five bundles to pick from!
Custom Romellura poem OR custom Romellura 1-2k story
You pick the type of soulmate AU!
Digital
Name either Jay (if you want a poem) or Cafri (if you want a oneshot) in the “Notes or instructions” box!
Accompanying illustration
Full color
Bust-up
Simple background
Digital
Artist is randomized!
You will be contacted within 1-7 days after purchase to get your commission specifications!
Remember that all proceeds (after the cost of production of course) will be donated to the Breast Cancer Research Foundation, a nonprofit organization that dedicates itself to researching and educating about breast cancer!
Our first stretch goal, a bonus die-cut sticker, has still yet to have been unlocked! We unlock it at 10 physical preorders, so make sure to grab your copy of the zine during this extended preorder time!
✨IntroducingAnaphora’s next preview… an art piece designed by @eggsdrawings!
Preorders for Anaphora have been extended to April 8, so if you’re interested in seeing the full version of this piece and more, as well as getting a bonus die-cut sticker (if you preorder a physical version of the zine), make sure to get your order in!
✨IntroducingAnaphora’s next preview… an art piece designed by @eggsdrawings!
Preorders for Anaphora have been extended to April 8, so if you’re interested in seeing the full version of this piece and more, as well as getting a bonus die-cut sticker (if you preorder a physical version of the zine), make sure to get your order in!
