Summary: In which you live in a world where one stroke of a pen against your skin is a signage of forever, and Min Yoongi just has really good timing Genre: Fluff with a touch of Angst, Soulmate!AU where when you write something on your skin with pen/marker, it will show up on your soulmate’s skin as well Word Count: 7,276 Author’s Note: I have officially joined the Soulmate!AU train of writers, and I hope this is worthy enough for that title. The original story was meant to be super short and super sweet, but of course I just kept adding more and more ideas into this and… this is the end result. Little warning, it is mainly Yoongi/Reader with a side of Jungkook/Reader so… take that as you will.
The first time images appear on your skin, you are 12 and have absolutely no idea why. Questions spring up in your mind like wildfire—alarming and so completely out of your control that you perform what could only be politely labeled as a scream before you dash to the bathroom, rubbing roughly at the skin of your arm until the flesh turns bright red. The marks, however, do not fade away.
Taking in a few sharp inhales, you collect your thoughts long enough to carefully study the marks that have been embedded into your skin—ink underneath the flesh that you carefully run your finger across. The end product looks to be a night sky along your forearm. There is a half-crescent moon and lazy stars dancing across the way; twinkling lines and hazy shapes and thick lines like they had been drawn with a sharpie.
For some odd reason, the longer you stare at the drawing, you don’t feel the panic settling back into your nerves. Rather, you feel more calm, peaceful, as if staring at the face of familiarity, like these drawings of half-crescent moons and 6 pointed stars genuinely mean something to you. Or at least, they hold enough significance that you don’t scream or continue trying to rub away the spots.
Your mother comes bounding into the room shortly after, startled by your scream until she sees the source of your apprehension and her lips curl up into a soft and understanding smile. It is right then and there, when she takes your arm, soothingly running her thumb up and down the expanse of the night sky that she spins the narrative of fate, destiny, and the universe.
She tells you that the moment people are born, they are instantly bound with another, tied together by some predetermined string, gifting you with someone you are meant to spend the rest of your life with. Someone who fit against every curve, someone who loved you in every aspect no matter what. Someone who would look at you, and you could just feel the weight of their stares like none other—set all your nerves on fire with just a single touch, leave you knowing without a doubt that that person was the one you were meant to spend your life with.
The smell of smoke got stronger as they headed further into the forest, until the stench of it had Scott wrinkling his nose. At least there was no doubt they were heading in the right direction.
“What were your friends doing carrying around all these jewels?” Isaac asked, glancing at a particularly huge, yellow gem glittering on the path ahead. “Are you part of a burglary ring or something?”
Percy barked out a laugh. “No, they’re not stolen.”
“So, if we were to, say, take them and sell them, morally we wouldn’t be doing anything wrong…” Stiles led, wiggling an eyebrow.
“Don’t,” Annabeth snapped. “They’re cursed.”
“Cursed?” Allison asked. She still had her bow out and armed, arrow at the ready should anything attack. Scott’s breath caught in his throat as he looked at her, lithe and agile and so fierce. He didn’t know what was happening with her, with them, now, but he did know that his feelings for her were just as intense as ever.
“Bad things happen to people who take them,” Annabeth elaborated, drawing Scott’s attention away from his ex girlfriend. There was something similar about the way the two girls carried themselves that made Scott like Annabeth, even if she did intimidate him.
“Yes, that is generally the definition of a curse,” Stiles said. Lydia shot him a look and he shrugged his shoulders. “What?”
“If you want to be cursed, you’re more than welcome to pick one up and take it home,” Annabeth muttered, obviously completely out of patience.
“Eh, I think our bad luck quota is just about full, but thanks anyway,” Stiles snarked back.
Hey everyone! So this actually started out as just a little improve I was doing and I liked where it was going so I wrote this. I’m actually kind proud of it I really like it! Which is pretty rare considering I usually hate what I write but I think this one is good! I really hope you all like it! Tell me what you think
After months of waiting, I can finally share this with you guys! This is what I was researching and writing for my summer internship. It involved a lot of research and a lot of searching through the archives, but I was honestly living my dream. I hope you’ll enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it!
Pairing: Tentoo x Rose Rating: Teen Words: 2250 Beta: Amazing @doctortenny A/N: Sooo, this is my @dwsecretsanta gift for @whoinwhoville. You asked for a Tentoo x Rose fic, where Rose was pregnant on BWB, had a kid and where Tentoo was freeking out about being a dad. I’m not sure if I managed to do it excatly like you wished, but I really hope you will enjoy it. Have a brilliant December and Merry Christmas! :3
“There’s five of us now. Mum, dad, Mickey… and the baby.” Rose said to the Doctor’s hologram on the worst day of her life.
His eyes got wide and his voice got quieter. “You’re not…?”
“No,” she laughed. She had to act. She couldn’t tell him. Rose knew that if she’d told him that she was pregnant with his child, nothing would have stopped him from coming and getting them, but it was impossible. And the other universe needed him. No matter how much she needed him, the other worlds and living things needed him more, and he had to be in the best shape possible. So, she lied. “It’s mum.” The Doctor laughed with relief and looked over at Jackie. It’s better that way - she lied again, to herself this time.