Summary: In a world where everyone’s first words to their soulmate are tattooed on their soulmate’s forearm, you are cursed with the vaguest, most simplistic tattoo in history. And you hate the word “hey.”
Genre: Fluff + Soulmate!au
A/N: This is my first fic for an anime and I’m not even an anime blog (whoops lmao) but I saw @lazyhaikyuu’s post and I just couldn’t help myself!! Enjoy the 2.8K words :)
Echoes imprint on the Force - travel on Ripples of connection between Fated Souls A scent, a laugh - a sense of closeness Little things to encourage, to remind - the Light Was never meant to be Ice; it is warmth And hope, so it sends its gifts of echoes
Rex senses the echoes - hears the discussion among His brothers about what it could mean, the discovery Of soulmates - Fated Souls; entwined together in the Force Brings them sorrow and terror and for a lucky few, joy To see Fated Souls together is to see a puzzle complete And between them is always the strength to change worlds
The Jedi do not deny the existence of Fated Souls No, they simply ignore it - if some of the more rebellious Seek out their Fated partners they do so quietly (The Force, if it were sentient would be banging its Head on a wall - this is not how this should be) When war comes though, minds begin to change
For those who fight to protect what (and who) they love Are the most deadly, they create miracles prompted by The echoes in the Force - reminding them of the fact they Are not alone, there is someone (sometimes more than one) Who cares - Fated Souls can be platonic as well, you see It’s why there are few better teams than Skywalker and Kenobi
Obi-Wan loves quietly; his saber work is fierce In defence, his words are tempered by loss But only a fool would mistake calm for unfeeling Rex is not a fool - he has seen the lengths His General-not-General-but-his-nonetheless Will go to, and he is a clone; Fated with a Jedi
So he will guard General Kenobi (Obi-Wan’s) back And keep him safe - that would have to be enough (If he dreams of the day the war ends when perhaps He could seek out and tell him everything and maybe Be met with acceptance and love and even a kiss Well, no-one has to know, dreams won’t hurt anyone)
The Force is so frustrated it meddles directly And Rex and Obi-Wan are stranded planetside Working together feels so right - no one they Trust more to have each others back and here Far from the regs and rules the truth comes out
The kiss is beyond words, beyond what Rex ever dreamed
Enjoltaire soulmate au inspired by this post where you can’t see your soulmate until the first time you hear them speak.
Grantaire has been able to see Enjolras from the moment he walked into his first ABC meeting. He barely had time to wonder why everyone was paying so much attention to the wall before Enjolras started speaking. And Grantaire just could not believe that someone that beautiful could ever love him back (and maybe the fact that Enjolras’ speech that day sounded pretty anti-soulmates didn’t help either) so Grantaire just refuses to speak around Enjolras.
So for a few weeks Enjolras has no idea they’ve got an extra person. And if the other Amis wonder why Enjolras never introduces himself to Grantaire they don’t think to much of it, though they may wonder why Grantaire is being so quiet.
But Enjolras isn’t stupid, and after a few weeks of his friends periodically giggling and whispering at the seemingly empty back corner of the Musain he asks what’s so entertaining about that back corner. And everyone looks so confused before they realize what’s going on and someone tells him that Grantiare’s sitting there, and has been there at every meeting for a few weeks now.
And Enjolras is so confused, he doesn’t understand why Grantiare won’t let Enjolras see him. Just because he’s against the assumption that you must be with your soulmate doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to know his soulmate. So he keeps trying to get Grantaire to speak to him, and when it’s clear that Enjolras isn’t going to let Grantaire get away with not speaking he just starts whispering his response into the closest person’s ear for them to repeat.
And this drives Enjolras up the wall (and to be honest the other Amis get tired of it pretty quickly too) and they argue a lot because their opinions are so different but he also kinda finds himself enjoying the arguments they have? And he finds himself wanting to hear Grantaire’s voice more than ever? And what is this feeling? (It’s love Enjolras. Love.)
And eventually the other Amis get tired of being Enjolras and Grantaire’s middlemen and they set something up but no matter what they try it never works. And then Eponine gets tired of listening to Grantaire pine over Enjolras so one day during an ABC meeting she just sticks her foot out and trips Grantaire. And he before he can think about it he says “What the fuck Eponine?” And when he looks up Enjolras is just staring at him because Grantaire’s so beautiful? And his voice is amazing? And why didn’t he want me to see him?
And everyone thought that once they could see each other they’d talk it out but all that happens is their arguments just get louder. And everyone is super glad they don’t have to play middlemen anymore but you could cut the tension between these two with a knife and it’s getting ridiculous.
Then one day Combeferre sits Enjolras down and just talks to him. And he doesn’t tell Enjolras he’s in love with Grantaire exactly, but he leads him down that path. And when Enjolras finally realizes he’s in love with Grantaire he has no idea what to do and he asks Combeferre what he should do and Combeferre just turns the question back on him and asks “Well, what do you think you should do?” and Enjolras is like “I don’t know. I think I should ask him out but what if he says no?” and Combeferre says “I don’t think he’ll say that.” And maybe it takes a little more talking, but eventually Enjolras ends up asking Grantaire out and after even more talking Grantaire is finally convinced Enjolras is serious and they go out and Grantaire finally tells Enjolras why he wouldn’t let him see him. And they start dating.
never seen anything like it. The girl is stalking around the inner circle of people with
giant paws, covered in thick fur, a golden mane around her head
and ferocious sounds coming past her sharp teeth. She really is a lion. Which
is what Niall said, but there’s a difference between imagining the endless
possibilities and seeing one with your own eyes. Harry thinks about it some
nights when he can’t sleep, about anything and everything that someone out
there can do, can be, instead of counting sheep. There have to be more people
like him, who can sense a storm coming and feel the sun in their chests even on
overcast days, their fingers itching to pull the clouds away too. Gemma’s friend
pulls at emotions like that, but not like Niall. Niall makes you feel whatever
he wants, she just pulls the deepest one to the surface, the one that you’re
trying your hardest not to feel. She’s usually not fun to be around. And Harry has
thought of others, of those that can fly and read minds and make the earth
shake. He’s just never thought about a
lion girl walking around the courtyard of Wheeler school in Providence, Rhode
what if you had a tattoo that’s just 4 numbers: the time it’ll be when you meet your soulmate, but you don’t have the date. and like every day you find yourself looking at what time it is and then nervously looking around you, waiting to see if they’ll be here.
or you just have the date, but not the time; so all day long you try to bump into as many people as you can, and when you talk to a stranger you find you’re staring a little too much, waiting for something to happen
hey i had this dream last night that you were with me and i actually opened up and you actually loved me and things were okay for the first time in months if only for a couple hours until i woke up hey do you remember your dreams? are they full of strangers or do you know the faces? do they mean anything?
hey did you know the pupil expands up to 45 percent when we see someone attractive because we want to be able to see them as clearly as possible? well hey i think i’m squinting permanently so i don’t have to
hey i know we’re not speaking but i still think of you sometimes and no, hey, you don’t have to think of me hey i know it’s been such a long time but would you maybe want to do something sometime? no, hey, not like that, just like two people who used to be in love catching up over coffee
hey do you believe in soulmates? hey do you think we’re here for a reason? hey do you ever think about why this broke apart? if it was us or if it was in the stars? hey do you ever miss me? even just a little bit. you can tell me, please admit it
hey did you know that emotional pain only lasts ten to twenty minutes? any longer than that and we’re inflicting it on ourselves but hey did you ever want to be sad? hey did you ever think somebody would come and save you and they didn’t? hey do you feel as alone as i do?
hey we were so bad at being together but so good at being one
Prompt: PLEASE DO A SOUL MATE AU WITH THE CLOCK ON THE HAND WITH CHRIS BECK AND THE READER AND MEET WHEN THEY HEAD UP ON THE ARIES
A/N: Kind of went off on a bit of detour from the prompt. I mean, technically, it still makes sense, they’re just not on a rocket when they first meet. But hey ho. More soulmate AUs! Thanks to the lovely @thatoneawesomechicka for the prompt!
Hey guys! Hope you like this new Ashton imagine. The only name that’s an insert is the main character because in a story this long it’s a hassle. If you have any questions let me know! And to address the elephant in the room, the reason the age gap is the way it is is because I wanted it to kind of be Ashton sort of going through different stages with her like first he’s a best friend, then he’s a big brother that sort of thing. I wanted them to have like a spectrum of relationships before they actually dated. Plus, that first scene with him is adorable.
This imagine is strictly feel-good. There is no great problem to address. I just wanted to write something more fun and cutesy for once. Also, this is only part one, and it’s 10.9k words. Soulmate AU in which you’re born with a timer, blah blah blah, you know how it goes.
“This can’t be right.”
“What?” The woman in the hospital bed struggled against her drowsy state and tried to push herself up into a sitting position. She was tired and wanted nothing more than to sleep, but if something was wrong with her baby she wanted to know now.
“Her clock, Miss.” The doctor looked up at her, confused beyond belief, and the woman looked at her baby in his arms with absolute panic.
“What? What’s wrong with it?” She tried to push herself up further, but a nurse off to the side rushed forward and held her back on the bed.
“Well it’s… It’s 04:06:27:19… only four days from now, Miss.”
The woman didn’t know if she should be elated, worried, or depressed. The doctor certainly seemed confused which was reason enough to be worried, and if something was truly wrong with her clock being that short then that would definitely be depressing. On the other hand, if it was right, if her daughter was meeting her soulmate in a matter of days that would be so exciting.
The woman chose to focus on the excitement, that seemed best. “My daughter’s going to meet her soulmate before she’s even a year old?! That’s… That’s so exciting!"
Over the course of the next two days in the hospital a steady stream of hospital employees and visitors to other patients dropped in on the woman and her child. Having a child who met their soulmate in the first few years of their life was incredibly rare, and having a child who met their soulmate in the first few days was unheard of. Everyone was ‘ooing’ and 'awing’ over the tiny numbers printed on the little girls wrist.
"What did you name her dear?” Currently the little girl was being held in the lap of an elderly woman in a wheelchair who was in the hospital with her husband who had just had surgery. The older woman had come to visit the new mom and her baby several times over the last two days while her husband slept. She had imparted so much wisdom on the new mother that she would be forever greatful for.
The new mom bit her lip nervously and thought for a moment. She had had the baby early, and with the number of complications she had had during labor none of the doctors had wanted to rush her to fill out a birth certificate just yet. To be fair, with all the people dropping in on her she hadn’t really given a name much thought. She had a few picked out before she came, but none of them really seemed to fit the delicate bundle of joy.
The woman squinted her eyes at the guest tag pinned to the older woman’s shirt with her name printed in big bold letters and smiled. “(Y/n).”
It was only a few hours later, after the birth certificate was filled out and all of the release forms were signed, that a hospital nurse wheeled the woman down to a cab that was waiting for her out front. As she was loaded into the car, the woman looked down at her daughter’s wrist again, partially hidden in the pink blanket they had wrapped around the girl. 01:19:46:17.
She smiled as she watched the seconds tick away as the cab driver pulled off. It was so close!
Her mind jolted out of it’s haze when her phone started beeping. “Hello?” She answered.
“Sarah! Hey,” The woman, Sarah, was greeted over the phone by her best friend from school.
“Hi Anne, I just got discharged; we’re on our way back to the house now!” Sarah looked down at her daughter as she said 'we’ and smiled. She was so beyond happy now that she finally had her baby girl in her arms again. She wasn’t alone anymore. All the aches and pains had paid off, and she was finally holding the most important person in her life. “I’ll see you soon, right?”
“Of course, we’re gonna drive up to your house on Friday. I can’t wait to see my goddaughter!” Anne gushed over the phone. Anne had been just as excited for Sarah’s new baby as Sarah was herself. They had been friends for ages; it was a safe assumption Anne would be deeply involved in the girl’s life.
“Great! I can’t wait to see you!” Sarah hung up soon after, seeing that they were turning onto her street. She decided it best not to tell Anne about her daughter’s clock. God only knows how she would react to a thing like that.
Sarah sighed heavily and straightened up the pillows on her couch nervously. She hadn’t seen her best friend in about 6 months, and she was very nervous about impressing her.
Last time Anne had seen her she’d been a wreck. Her boyfriend had just found out she was pregnant and left her sad and alone; her parents had abandonded her for getting pregnant with a man who wasn’t her soulmate; she’d been fired from her work due to cutbacks; and the counter on her arm still had over a decade left on it.
Sarah had improved a lot since then, and she just wanted to prove it, not because Anne would judge but because she would worry. She had a new job; she’d gotten over her ex; she had her daughter now.
A knock on the door stopped Sarah’s situating, and she bit her lip in nerves and excitement. Straightening her shirt quickly, Sarah rushed over to the door and threw it wide open with a smile. “Anne!” She gushed and pulled her old friend into a hug.
Anne hugged the woman tightly for a moment before she pulled back and examined her carefully. It had been a while since she’d seen Sarah, and she couldn’t help but worry. “You look good,” Anne smiled widely as her friend let out a sigh of relief. “I think that baby is doing good things for you already. You seem a lot calmer.”
Sarah could feel the tension easing out of her body, and a smile spread itself across her face. “I feel a lot calmer to be honest. I think you’re right. Now that I can actually hold her in my arms I’m a lot more relaxed.”
“Momma! Momma!” The women’s attention was drawn away from their conversation to the little boy clutching to the side of Anne’s pants. “Momma I need to use the potty!” The little boy practically cried out.
Sarah smiled down at the boy who she recognized immediately, despite not having seen him in six months. He’d grown a little since the last time she’d seen him, but he still had all the same facial features, making him very easy to distinguish.
“Ashton, maybe if you ask nicely your Aunt Sarah will let you use hers.” Anne spoke softly to the boy, a little smile on her face as she pulled his hand from her pants, directing him toward the woman in the doorway.
“Aunt Sarah, can I please use your potty?” Ashton said, rocking back and forth between his feet, looking absolutely desperate for relief.
Sarah let out a quiet chuckle and stepped to the side, pointing him down the hall. “Second door on your right, little man.”
Ashton rushed passed her into the house and down the hall while the two women laughed to themselves in his wake. “He’s grown up so fast,” Anne gushed, stepping into the house as well and following Sarah as she showed her down the hall to the baby’s room.
“I feel like (Y/n) has grown up too fast for my liking as well… You know she was born with her clock?” Sarah spoke. She might as well tell Anne before she sees it for herself. That would be a shocking thing.
Anne smiled and shook her head, “Ashton still didn’t have his when I checked last. I’m glad he was born without it though. I don’t want to think about my baby boy growing up so quickly.”
Sarah nodded, “I’m worried about her. Her clock only had a few days on it… She’s supposed to meet her soulmate today, actually.”
“What?” Anne’s jaw nearly dropped to the floor. That was a shockingly short counter, almost impossible to believe. “That poor baby.” They reached (Y/n)’s room, and Sarah opened the door, waving Anne on in as they continued their conversation. “That’s pretty soon to have a thing like that forced on a person. I mean the two of us aren’t even going to get to see ours for years!”
Sarah glanced over to the crib and saw that her baby was still asleep, so she led Anne over to a set of chairs in the corner. It had taken ages to get her to finally go to bed. She really didn’t want to have to try and get her back down for a nap again later. This could wait.
“I feel like she’s being pulled right out from under me almost.” Sarah gushed her feelings to Anne. “She’s not even able to walk, and she’ll already be tied down to one person. It’s a lot to ask, especially not knowing the rest of the details. I don’t know who she’ll turn out to be, what she’ll like, what she’ll hate. I don’t know if her soulmate will grow up to be a good man, or even a good woman for that matter. There are so many variables.”
Anne reached across to her friend with a sympathetic smile. “It’ll be all right. Soulmates are the one person in this world that we are really truly meant for. Whoever it is will grow to be the perfect person for your little (Y/n) and vice versa.”
“Momma,” Anne and Sarah jolted a little. The pair looked up and saw Ashton, climbed up on the side of (Y/n)’s crib and looking down at the baby inside. They hadn’t even heard him come in.
“Yes Ashton, honey?” Anne got up to go get Ashton off the side of the crib, and Sarah joined her on her feet with a sigh, prepared for (Y/n) to wake up waling, as usual, now that Ashton would have jostled her awake with his climbing.
“She’s so tiny.” Ashton whispered, staring down at the baby in the crib with what was almost a thoughtful expression. “She’s not gonna break is she?” There was a hint of worry in his voice that made Sarah’s step faulter slightly. “Was I ever that tiny?” Anne and Sarah came to a stop next to the crib and looked at Ashton with a mixture of shock and confusion. “She has really pretty eyes.”
Sarah looked down into the crib and saw that (Y/n) was, in fact, awake like she expected, but she wasn’t waling or crying or even pouting. The baby was just staring up at Ashton like he was the only person in the room that was worth her time.
“Ashton, when did you get that?” Anne picked her son up off the side of the crib and pulled back his sleeve, revealing his arm to the women’s gaze. There, printed across his wrist clear as day were two black zeros, a timer that had run up before Anne even saw it was there.
“A few days ago, but it wasn’t that. It had other numbers. They counted really fast though. I didn’t keep up.” The boy replied very nonchalantly.
Sarah’s eyes flashed from Ashton’s wrist to the baby in the crib. Leaning over she pulled up her daughter’s sleeve very gently and saw the same printing on the inside of her wrist as well. “No way,” she murmured, her eyes turning to look up at Anne’s shocked expression.
(Y/n) didn’t seem to like being jostled around like that, and her eyes tore away from Ashton for the first time since he entered the room. She let out a whimper followed by a sharp cry that made Ashton visisbly flinch in his mother’s grasp. “Momma, is she okay?”
“She’s fine sweety,” Anne reassured him, setting him back down beside (Y/n)’s crib as she finally came to terms with the thought. “Ashton, do you remember when Mommy explained soulmates to you?” Anne glanced up to make sure Sarah was all right with the situation, and she found her best friend shooting her a wide smile as she picked up the baby.
Ashton’s face fell into a very serious expression, or as serious as a boy who was still just shy of three years old could manage. “I remember.”
“Well, Ashton, the numbers on your arm were counting down to you meeting them. (Y/n) is your soulmate.” She waved a hand up to the baby now cradled in Sarah’s arms.
Ashton seemed to think on it for a minute before he decided, “Wow!” That made the two women laugh again, for some reason unknown to Ashton.