soul-bound

Meant For You

This is for @iwriteaboutdean​, congrats on your 200 Sweetheart, you deserve so many more, thank you for creating a wonderful challenge and allowing me to finally write this idea.
Word Count: 7275
Characters: Reader, Dean, Sam, Mom & Momma K (ofc), John, others mentioned
Warnings: angst (you’ll need tissues), suicide, maybe fluff, little bit of smut, supernatural violence
Summary: When you spend your whole life connected to someone, you believe they’re going to be around forever. And that’s okay, when they believe it too. But when a deal is made that rips them from you, how do you go on?
A/N: I’ve borrowed this idea from a movie (In Your Eyes), just to be honest with you. I’ve played with this thought for quite a while, and this song seemed to scream for it.
The biggest THANK YOU to @avasmommy224​ for being there from the beginning, I wrote something, I asked for brutal honesty, and you gave me the shove I needed and wrung this out of me. Thank you for being my brilliant beta as well.
Flashbacks are in Italics. And lyrics are in bold.


Mom was saying goodbye to everyone who’d come for my fourth birthday. Momma K was tidying the house. I was talking with Bean, he was meant to be asleep, his Mommy and Daddy had tucked him in an hour ago, but I was showing him all my presents.
“And this one I got from Uncle Adam,” I informed, rolling the yellow truck around the carpet.
“And my friend Annie gave me this…” I held up the jewellery box, “But she’s not my bestest friend. You are. Did you get me anything?” I asked him.
“I got you…” He looked around his room, turning on the lamp next to his bed and going to his small blue book shelf.
“Iss okay if you didn’t, Mom says that sometimes people forget or can’t afford but they still love you.” I explained, but I was eager to see what he was looking for.
“I can give you this.” He pulled out a thin book with bright colours on the front, “But can we share it, iss my favret and Dad reads it to me. It’s by a Doctor.” He explained, opening the book and pointing to the pictures inside, “That’s Foona Lagoona Baboona.” I climbed onto the couch and pulled a pillow into my lap, resting my head against the lounge’s arm.
“Thass crazy.” Dean said when the lamp in his room began to flicker. He put down the book and went over to it, “Dad fixes the t.v like this.” Bean offered, raising a hand to smack the bedside table the lamp was on. It stopped flickering, the roll of thunder outside made us both start, Dean picked up the book and took it back to his bed, freezing when he heard the scream. He turned when he heard a man yell out his Mom’s name.
“Whass happening, Bean?” I asked, slipping further down the couch, behind the pillow in my lap. His terror was mine, we were both confused and scared.
“Don’ worry. It’s okay.” Bean whispered, taking a step backwards towards his bed. The sound of loud footsteps stopped, the yelling stopped, Dean sat down on his bed, pulling the book into his lap.
“See? Iss okay.” The little boy looked down at his book, but then there it was again, a man yelling out Mary. Then there was a bang and a crackling noise. His baby brother started to scream, Dean dropped the book and went to his door, opening it.
“Don’t, Bean.” I whispered into the pillow, I was so scared, so was Bean, I could feel it.
There was a bright orange light coming from Sammy’s room as Bean’s Dad rushed out carrying the baby.
“Daddy!” Bean exclaimed, he was wondering what was happening as his Dad crouched to his level, pushing Sam into his arms.
“Take your brother outside as fast as you can, don’t look back.” Bean was frozen, looking at his Dad, wondering what was happening and where was Mom?
“Now, Dean, go!” His Dad demanded, Dean ran down the hall and down the stairs, holding tight to his baby brother.
“Bean? Whass wrong?” I asked, I had started to tear up, my bottom lip was quivering as I watched on, terrified. Bean got outside and stopped, looking up at the window that was bright yellow.
“Iss okay, Sammy.” Bean reassured the baby in his arms. Then out of nowhere there were strong arms around us and Dad’s voice in our ear.
“I’ve gotcha.” Good thing we had a tight hold on Sammy. The house exploded as Dad ran us across the yard and towards Mrs Thompson’s house. Then everything went silent. I couldn’t see what was happening to Bean, I couldn’t feel the heat or Dad’s arms or Sammy, it was just black on that side. I started to cry, my little frame shaking as I sobbed hard into the pillow.
“Hey, baby, what happened? Is it Bean?” Momma K asked, pulling me into her lap and smoothing circles into my back.
“Bean!” I squealed, over and over. Mom joined us on the couch, both sat rocking me, pressing their lips to my head until I fell asleep.

I hear the clock, I roll over and squint one eye open, it’s 6am. I turn it off and collapse onto my back, rubbing at my eyes till they open and adjust to the dim light of my room. I stare at the ceiling, another day without you. I don’t know if I can continue, I feel so far from where I’ve been. But I have to go on. I have to for you. I sit up and push myself out of bed.

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Reaper: Chapter Two

His hand was warm.

Isa pulled me to my feet. “Just a second,” he said, scanning the area.

I didn’t feel dead. I could feel the wind on my skin and my heart hammering in my chest. My hands were trembling with adrenaline. That had to be a good sign.

“Kat,” Isa said, startling me. I had been staring at my hands so intently that I hadn’t noticed he was holding out his hand to me again.

“I’m not dead,” I informed him a bit giddily, taking his hand again.

Isa didn’t smile, but the corners of his eyes crinkled. “This way,” he said, pointing with his free hand. I looked, but he seemed to be pointing towards thin air.

He led me away from the broken highway and my silver car, wading through the faded brown grass. After about twenty yards he stopped and turned to me.

“I need you to think of a place,” he said, “Any place.”

My mind went blank. “Any place?”

“Anywhere. Visualize it in your mind. Got it?” I hesitated before nodding. “Good. Now we’re going to take one more step together.”

I looked at the grass before us. It didn’t look any different from any other patch of grass we’d passed. I drew a deep breath.

“Okay.”

“And go.”

As we stepped forward together, the air went…soft. Like a deep, thick mattress. Like holding an overripe peach in your hands and slowly pressing in your thumbs, letting them sink into it. Not hot or cold or anything like that. Just soft.

Less than a moment passed before the softness was gone; I didn’t even have time to blink. We were still standing in the grass by the highway. I could see my car close by and the mountains looming in the distance. But the edges of the mountains were vague and unclear, and the light that filtered through the clouds was tinted red, almost as though it was shining through rose-colored glass. More telling was the quiet. The wind had disappeared, and the grass was silent and still.

“You know,” Isa commented, “I think people usually choose somewhere other than the place they’re currently standing.”

“I panicked,” I responded, taking in everything around me, “Which seems to be my basic state of existence at this point.”

Unlike everything else, Isa seemed more real than ever. The basics were still the same: pale, ashy skin stretched tight over his body, white hair, and jet black eyes set deep in their sockets. His fingers and limbs were overly long for his body, and he was wearing a black hooded coat with loose sleeves, grey pants, boots, and a t-shirt with a vintage ad for spam.

However, his skin lacked the translucent quality it usually had, and his shadow -

“You have a shadow,” I blurted out, “You have a - the grass. You’re actually crushing down the grass.” I knelt down and confirmed for myself that yes, the grass could be pressed down, and then I turned around and thrust out my hand. The softness was waiting just feet behind me. “Where are we?”

“This is an inbetween place,” he replied, watching as I shuffled a few feet to the side and stuck out my hand again, “We needed somewhere safe to talk.”

I pulled my hand from the softness and tried again. “And the deserted highway wasn’t cutting it?”

Isa pressed his lips together. “It’s not humans that I’m worried about overhearing us.”

I paused mid thrust. “Oh.” The fear which had almost been forgotten in my wonder flared up.

“Here,” Isa said, and he took my hand again, leading me around whatever invisible portal we had passed through. Almost mindlessly I walked towards the car.

“Are we safe here, then?”

He shrugged. “Should be. I don’t think I was followed - there’s no good reason anyone would, really, I’m not a major player. But it’s not wise to talk about these things in the open on principle.”

We reached the car, and I stretched out my hand to touch it. It was solid under my fingers, but the numbers on the license plate were scrambled, changing every time I blinked. 

Isa stopped me as I went to open the driver’s side door.

"I just wanted to see if it would start,” I said.

Isa shook his head. “It might, but it’s not wise to go through any doors here. There’s no telling where you might end up.”

A little disappointed, I perched on the trunk instead, pulling up my legs and wrapping my arms around them. Isa stood before me, hands shoved in his pockets.

“So…” I started, Isa looking at me expectantly, “Are you an angel?”

Isa burst out laughing. It was an odd sound, out of place in the unnatural silence of the inbetween.

“No, and I wouldn’t let an angel hear you say that if I were you. Actually, it would probably be fine; most angels I’ve met are quite nice. But trust me, if you ever meet an angel, you’ll know it. People tend to fall over when they show up.”

“Okay, not an angel.” There went half the theories I’d ever read. “Then what are you? And don’t say a reaper.”

“I never really liked that name anyway,” he replied. He kicked the ground for a moment, thinking. “I’m the guardian of your soul. I’ve been with you since your soul first joined your body. I will ensure no one touches it until your life is complete.”

“…And when my life is complete?”

“I take your soul,” he answered nonchalantly, “ - Kat?”

I rolled off the car, running into the field, running towards the softness.

Maybe he wasn’t an angel after all. But there were other theories about the reapers.

“Kat?” he called after me, “I’m not taking your soul here and now.”

I stumbled to a stop in a panic. The grass all looked the same. Whatever gateway we’d walked through wasn’t marked by any kind of visual cue. I was effectively trapped.

“Maybe you’re not taking it now,” I said as I turned, arms tight by my sides, hands clenched, “but you’re going to.”

Isa walked towards me slowly, “That probably wasn’t the best way for me to phrase that.” I shrank away from him instinctively, and he sighed. “This would be easier if I was an angel. They’re good at explaining things. Can I try again?”

He waited until I nodded hesitantly.

“I’m the guardian of your soul. I was bound to you the moment your soul entered your body. While you live, I’ll protect your soul from harm. When your days are complete, I’ll carry your soul to its rest. I’m not going to kill you, consume your soul, drain your life force, steal your corporeal form,  keep you in a tortured disembodied state devoid of all sensation, or anything else of that kind.”

I stared at him. “That’s…really specific.”

“But you’re not running this time,” Isa noted.

“If you’re lying, I’m screwed anyway,” I retorted.

“Ah.” Isa’s body seemed to droop ever so slightly. “I liked it better when you just trusted me.”

“And I liked it better when I wasn’t afraid I was going crazy,” I snapped. I shut my eyes and paused, willing myself to breath deeply. “I’m tired. I’m stressed and exhausted and I have no clue what’s going on. You disappeared for two weeks and I didn’t even know reapers could do that, and now you’re talking and you touched me and I’m somehow not dead and we’re in a freaking alternate dimension or something and it’s just a bit much.”

“I didn’t intend to let things get this out of hand,” Isa admitted, “I only thought I’d be gone for a few hours at most.”

Finally, the question that had been burning in my chest for weeks. “What happened? Why did you leave?”

“There was a reaper who needed help. He and his human were being targeted, and they weren’t going to make it.”

“Are they okay?”

His face brightened a bit. “They are. The woman died and he was able to deliver her soul safely.”

“Your definition of a happy ending and mine are a little different,” I muttered, “What did they need protection from?”

Isa looked grim. “There are many beings who would want to misuse a human soul,” he said softly, “And there are others who would like nothing more than to see a reaper give into the temptation to take advantage of their charge. Some of these were attacking this reaper in the hope of either claiming the soul for themselves or, if nothing else, forcing the reaper into a position where he drew on the soul for power. I thought they’d back off once I came to his aid, but they fought until the end.”

Behind Isa’s shoulder, I saw something like a dark smudge on the horizon where the mountains met the sky. A horrible sense of wrongness settled in my gut.

“I didn’t mean to leave you for so long,” he continued, “And it shouldn’t -”

“Isa,” I interrupted, pointing urgently, “There’s something here.”

Isa turned to look. The smudge was getting larger. “No,” he said, “No no no no!” He grabbed my hand.

“We need to move now!” He took off across the field, dragging me behind him. We passed through the softness and the world shifted, the rosy light turning grey. We sprinted back to my car.

I looked back towards the mountains. I couldn’t see anything.

“Get in the car,” Isa ordered, and I hurried to do so. After buckling myself in, I looked up to see Isa pull out a gun.

“Drive home as fast as you can,” he said, ignoring my shock, “And don’t stop until I say so.” With that, he swung himself onto the roof of my car.

I turned on the car and made a U-turn, pressing the pedal to the floor. A minute later gun shots rang out, and I looked into the mirror to see something burst through the portal and hurtle down the broken highway in pursuit.

{PART 27} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; As death enters the room to claim a soul; so does life. Who shall live and who shall die - as you begin to wonder…is this really the end?

“And as he looked upon her face amidst the madness, he saw everything he held close depart his world; while she slipped into the next”

|| Warning: This chapter contains mentions of blood and some scenes that readers may find upsetting ||

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time)

{Part 1} // {Part 26} {Part 27} {Part 28}

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so one of the reasons Liches are so powerful is because their souls are bound horcrux-style to an item called a phylactery, which is generally almost as unbreakable as the lich themselves. Barry and Lup probably had to decide on some sort of treasured object that they knew would be protected and safe, as to ensure that they could remain as unkillable as possible when fighting the Hunger.

Lup probably chose her wand, which was later worked into the Umbra staff a-la Lucius Malfoy cane.

But it will take Griffin Himself to convince me that Barry didn’t enseal his soul into his favorite fucking pair of sturdy, denim, bluejeans.

Daughters of the Underworld

“The Daughters’ feet glide silently,
Over the waters of the sea.
And after thousands of years of eternal night,
They began to take a terrible flight.
The Daughters were once the mortals they stalk,
But the path of witchcraft they chose to walk,
They cursed their bodies, their souls and their minds,
Bound to the evil for all time.”

Nona Limmen

Would it be too soon to presume that Lanky boi’s in for a bad time? ewe

This idea came about from an RP I’m doing with a friend on DA, as well as reading some fics by Nyra; I love how she portrays Lanky as such a threatening predator~

And I’m gonna use Lanky as his nickname cause I like it, it’s a fun word to say~

Anyway, Soul Bendy on the left belongs to me, 2D Bendy on the right belongs to Shinyzango, as does Lanky to some degree.

My backgrounds suck! DX But at least I’m trying. ;3;

ink-stained apologies // reggie mantle soulmate au pt2

Ink-Stained Apologies (Part two to Ink-Stained Skin)

Words: 1.6k

Summary: Reggie thinks he’s found his soulmate. (Y/N) insists that it’s not her.

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“It’s you!” he exclaimed, rushing over to her.

“I don’t know what you’re on about, Reginald. I found my soulmate a long time ago.”

“Oh, really?” He smirked at the girl “Who is it? Don’t try to say that it’s Keller because we all know he’s Moose’s soulmate.”

“I don’t need to prove anything to you, Reggie. If you don’t mind, I’ve got a lesson to get to.” (Y/N) forced a smile before walking off.

Almost as if it was instinct he followed her, quick on her heels. “Don’t bullshit me, (L/N). Prove to me that I’m not your soulmate.”

“Reggie, I really don’t want to disappoint you, I’m so sorry that I’m not her.”

“Then prove it to me. Write something, pinch yourself. Whatever, just prove it to me because God knows how long I’ve been looking for my soulmate.”

(Y/N) frowned, looking up at Reggie. He looked down at her, seeing the remorse in her eyes. “I’m so sorry, Reginald, but you’ll find her soon.”

Reggie watched as (Y/N) walked off, feeling more determined to figure out who his soulmate was. He wasn’t going to give up that easy.

There were three moments of weakness that led to (Y/N) almost revealing herself to Reggie. The first was when he wrote to her on his birthday, claiming that his parents had argued and that his birthday wasn’t the same as when he was younger.

‘i know u dont reply but its my birthday :D’

‘my mom and dad argued in front of all my friends, soulmate. it was so embarrassing! i want it to be like my eighth birthday :(’

Looking down at her arm and the pen that she held in it, she fought her urge to reply to his message written on the back of her left forearm. She could feel the sadness that ran through his body. She could feel the pain in his chest as he wrote the words on his arm.

“Mom, he’s hurt” she frowned “He’s not allowed to be sad. It’s his birthday. Mom, it really hurts. I can’t breathe.”

“(Y/N), sweetheart, you’re worried for him. It’s what comes with soulmates.” Her mother paused for a while “You and your soulmate are not only soul-bound but you’re also physically bound to each other. You have a rare bond and never, ever take it for granted because it’ll, one day, be useful to you.”

The second time it happened was during freshman year, when Reggie had sprained his wrist so bad during training that the pain of it had woken (Y/N) up from her nap. She held her wrist as if it was on the brink of snapping off, fighting the tears back. Reggie had written multiple apologies, her arm was practically covered in his messy writing.

‘oh my god! im so sorry, soulmate.’

‘im so so SO sorry!’

’:( i hope i didnt hurt u too much :(’

She felt the pain that rushed up his arm with every apology he wrote. She picked up a pen that lay on top of the books that sat next to her on her bed, clicking it before dropping it and walking towards the bathroom to erase the proof of her soulmate.

The following day, she approached him, with all intentions of wishing him a speedy recovery, in the hallway as he stood leaning against his locker. She noticed and felt that his arm had been wrapped up tightly in a bandage or maybe it was just the pressure of the bandage on her own arm “Twinning?” he raised his eyebrow at her, as he noticed “What did you do?”

“Oh, I-I, kinda, fell down the stairs?”

Reggie let out a small laugh “Is that a question or is that what actually happened?”

“God, I cannot stand you, Reginald. Hope your arm gets better soon. Don’t want number fourteen off the team for too long.”

“Was that a compliment? You know what, I’ll take that as a compliment.” He smirked as she let out a scoff

The final time was on her birthday. No one had remembered it and she was sat in her room wallowing in self pity. There was no writing on her skin, nothing. Not even Reggie could feel the emotion running through her veins. She picked up a pen and pressed it against her skin, ready to write:

‘hi, can we talk???’

but instead she dropped it and crawled into her bed, pushing the space bar on her laptop so it would play her scratched DVD of ‘A Walk to Remember’.

(Y/N) frowned as she sat on the bleachers watching the bulldogs train for their upcoming game. Her eyes were locked on Reggie’s form, watching him as he caught the ball from afar. “God, (Y/N), you’re so two-faced. I love it.” Veronica exclaimed.

“One minute, you’re all ‘Reginald, don’t be so egotistical, I hate you.’ the next you’re drooling over him and can’t even take your eyes off him.” Betty added.

“Oh my God! I’m friends with a group of idiots!” (Y/N) exclaimed. “He’s my soulmate, I’m allowed to drool over him.”

“Who’s your soulmate?” Reggie asked, including himself in the conversation. “I’m pretty sure that’s me. Talk to you tonight, (L/N).” He winked as he made his way back towards the field.

“Don’t count on it, Reginald!” she shouted back, a grin spread across her face.

“God, just fuck already.” Kevin shouted after him.

The tickling sensation grew on her left forearm, meaning only one thing. Reggie was at it again.

‘so, ready to admit that ur my soulmate?’

She rolled her eyes, ignoring the ink on her arm and continued to solve the algebraic question in front of her.

'ur not writing back b'cos u know im right ;)’

Ignoring him once again, she picked up her makeup remover and rubbed the ink off.

Reggie groaned after seeing the ink disappear from his arm. “What if (Y/N) is telling the truth? She’s probably not my soulmate. I mean my soulmate hasn’t written back.”

Moose and Chuck looked at each other before smacking Reggie around the back of his head. “Don’t be such a dick, Mantle. D'ya know how unlikely it would be for your soulmate and (Y/N) to hit their hips at the same time, unless your soulmate is, maybe, I don’t know, (Y/N)?”

The trio sat in silence, for awhile as Reggie took in the words of his friends, until Chuck broke the silence with the words “Dude, she literally calls you Reginald.”

“And?” Reggie said, confusion laced in his voice.

“You’d punch me if I even attempted to call you Reginald.” Chuck frowned.

“I’d punch you because you’re a dick.”

The following day, (Y/N) tried her hardest to avoid Reggie, but with their clashing schedules it was practically impossible. She sighed as she once again caught him looking in her direction, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Need something, Reginald?”

He shook his head and turned back to face the front, before turning back to face her again “Actually, yes, I do need something from you, (L/N). I need you to prove to me that you’re not my soulmate.”

Just before she could reply the bell had rang, signalling that it was the end of the school day. “I’ll see you later, (Y/N).” Reggie shouted after her.

She sat at her desk, tapping her pen against it, as she, yet again, procrastinated her biology questions. Her phone vibrated, signalling an incoming call from Kevin. As soon as she answered, she was met with her best friend screaming down the phone. “I’m on my way over to pick you up! We’re going to Moose’s party.”

He picked up a grape before throwing it in the air and attempting to catch it in his mouth, failing as his eyes locked with Archie, who was stood next to (Y/N), his arm around her shoulder. Reggie pushed himself from the couch and strode his way over to (Y/N) and her red-haired friend.

“Hey, Andrews. Mind if I borrow (Y/N) for a second?”

“Sure, dude. Just don’t do anything stupid!”

Reggie took (Y/N)’s hand in his, pulling his hand away from hers when he felt a spark at the skin to skin contact. He looked at (Y/N), instantly apologising. Her mind flickering over to the time he sprained his wrist and covered her arm in ink-stained apologies.

“What do you want, Reginald?” she said, sending a genuine smile at him for the first time in weeks. Reggie positioned himself in front of her so he could face her. He noted down everything about (Y/N). The way her eyes shone almost as if they were a spotlight and the way she would crinkle her nose every time she let out a laugh.

She looked into his eyes and nodded. She didn’t need to know what he wanted to ask, she already knew.

“I want,” He paused, inching closer to her “you to,” He was so close to her, she could feel his breath on her cheek “prove it.” By now, there was no distance between them, everything around them seemed to disappear. The smell of alcohol and cologne on him intoxicated her, if she were to pull away now, she would’ve craved the scent. If she pulled away now, she would’ve craved him. Using his right arm he tilted her head up, their lips meeting. She was taken by surprise at the softness and warmth of his lips, she had expected it to be horrendous, something that she would forget in later life; how could she when everything he did was near-perfection? As they pulled away, they stood, their foreheads leaning against each other, eyes still closed.

(Y/N) smiled at the boy in front of her. She looked over at the coffee table, picking up the pen that lay underneath the pile of red solo cups, writing on her arm:

'It’s me. I’m your soulmate.’

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Knight!Stiles and Prince!Derek AU!

“A flower?,” the wolfman grunted in agreement “if i was a lady i would’ve assumed you are after my heart” Stiles chuckled.

“I am” the wolfman said.

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@loveactually-rps Happy Birthday sis!!!! am so sorry am this late i hope u like this!!!♥♥♥ basically its lost knight in the woods, found by his mate who is a prince to the Hale tribe Au! that flower symbolizes the bond Stiles and Derek have. by accepting that flower their souls will be bound forever~♥

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   “I have heard sometimes that men who lose an arm of a leg still feel that pain in those limbs, though they are gone,’ said Will. ‘It is like that sometimes. I can feel Jem with me, though he is gone, and it is like I am missing a part of myself.” 

   “Mr. Herondale, please!” said Matthew. “We cannot be parted.” James braced himself for the explanation about truth and beauty, but instead Matthew said, with devastating simplicity: “We are going to be parabatai.”

   A parabatai. Like he was. And Jace knew, too, what that faded rune meant: a parabatai whose other half was dead. He felt his sympathy leap toward Brother Zachariah, as he imagined himself without Alec, with only that faded rune to remind him where once he had been bonded to someone who knew all the best and worst parts of his soul.

   “There was no need to discuss it. You do not need to ask if your heart should beat, or if you should breathe. He and Clary were parabatai. All of Simon’s anger was gone. Now he knew. He had Clary, and she would have him. Forever. Their souls knit.

  “We are bound together, Emma, bound together—I breathe when you breathe, I bleed when you bleed, I’m yours and you’re mine, you’ve always been mine, and I have always, always belonged to you!”

Compiling all the answers for the phone call questions under the cut! If you’ve been doing another boy, feel free to send me an ask and I’ll add it to the list!

Adding my own ones first from the outfits I have, then tacking on extras at the bottom. There are a lot of questions! 

Thanks to @as-sweetas-honey for the bits I missed!

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The Meeting of the Waters

pairing: lin-manuel miranda x reader

summary: lin buys a late 18th century piano during the writing process for hamilton, and when he gets it home, he’s surprised to find there’s a ghost attached to it. reader has been attached to her piano for hundreds of years, and is thrilled to talk about her good friend eliza hamilton with the genius who purchased her piano.

warnings: swearing, and i think that’s it idk do ghosts need to be tagged is that a thing

word count: 5,308

a/n: this is for the @hamwriters write-a-thon day one!!! AH okay i haven’t seen anyone write a ghost AU fic yet, so i don’t know how well received this will be BUT i really like it and i hope you guys do too (if u don’t pls be nice to me i’m fragile)


The lights of the George Washington Bridge glow in the distance, a stark contrast to the dark waters of the Hudson. Lin grunts as he pushes the piano up against the window of his studio apartment, leaning an arm on the top of the piano to peer out at the view.

“To be honest, the piano looked better against the wall,” you pipe up from your perch on the arm of the worn out leather sofa.

Lin spins around quickly, a startled look etched on his face. “Who’s in here?”

“Hi there,” you wave your hand, a small smirk on your face, before you stand. You smooth out your skirts and take a few steps toward him.

“Who are you and what are you doing in my apartment?” He takes a few quick steps backwards as you approach, his back colliding with the wall.

“Relax,” you hold up your hands in a show of benevolence. “I come with the piano.”

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Soul Bound (Part I)

Summary: Y/N is trying to get away from her two soulmates sudden neglection and harsh words. The Joker kidnaps Y/N and she gives up hope of her soulbonds coming to save her.

Pairings: Clark Kent x Reader and Bruce Wayne x Reader

Warings: Angst, Torture, Soulmate AU

Note: This Was Inspired By

@ellaimaginesndrawing

and their Hearlines series which is amazing by the way. I hope you don’t get angry or anything. Plot idea goes to you. If you don’t like me using your idea all you have to do is inbox me and I’ll take it down. 

 Tagged Peeps:

@ofmiceandnatasha

@bitch-its-bigbang

@roseangel013bf


Originally posted by there-and-always-back-again

Originally posted by totalxretard

(Couldn’t decide on which Joker.)


You groaned as you were shook awake. I had the worst headache ever. You looked around confused. “The hell?“ You asked you realized you were tied to a chair. “Well well sleeping beauty has awaken.” You heard someone chuckle from behind you. You shivered as you recognized the voice.

“Joker.” You whispered. “That’s me! Hi there darling!” Joker grinned as he appeared in front of you.

“Are you ready for the grand show doll?” Joker asked as he paced around you. “Grand show? What the hell are you talking about?” You asked confused. “You see Y/N I know who Batsy is. And I found out how to hurt him. Crush him.” Joker said. “You’re his heart Y/N. And I’m going to use you to hurt the Batman.” Joker grinned and raised his crowbar, swinging. You cried out as the crowbar connected with your stomach.

“I wonder if any of your soulmates will come? Hmm, both of them are stuck on someone else. Bats with Miss. Kyle. Supes with Lane. They just left you poor Y/N all alone.” Joker said as he lifted the his crowbar again. “Baby I’m gonna give you the beating of a lifetime.” Joker said hitting you with his crowbar repeatedly.

~Clark~

“Babe we have to talk.” You said as Clark walked into the apartment. “Look Y/N honey I have to go. I’m in a hurry.” He says as he rushes past you to you shared bedroom.

“Go where? You’ve been putting off our talk for the past three days!” You yelled getting frustrated.

“Me and Lois are working on a story Y-” You cut him off. “Lois? It’s always about Lois! It’s like she’s your favorite person in the fucking world! It’s Lois did this, Lois did that! You know what fuck Lois, Clark! Do you even give a shit about me?! Huh?!”

Clark looked at you wide eyed. “I’m leaving Clark…and if you let me walk though this door I promise you, you’ll never see me again.” You said as you grabbed your suitcase that was sitting by the couch. Clark didn’t say anything and you realized he didn’t care. “I see how it is. Have fun with her Clark.”

~Bruce~


“Bruce!” You said as he opened the door. “What do you want Y/N? I’m busy right now.” He snapped. “Who pissed in your tea?” He glowered at you. “Get to the point. Why are you here? Shouldn’t you be with your alien?” Your eyes narrowed as you realized Bruce was jealous.

“You’re jealous. I’ve told you a thousand times Bruce, I love you. I love you both the same.” Bruce scoffed. “I’m always the second choice Y/N. I’ve always been. The alien always comes before me!”

“It’s because I’ve known him longer! You’d never let me in!” You replied. “Bruce! Are you coming back anytime soon?” You heard a female voice yelled from inside. “Is that Selina?” You asked looking at Bruce. “Yes. And if you dont have anything important to say I suggest you leave.”
“Bruce! Wait do-” He slammed the door in your face.

~~~

“Oh Y/N baby does it hurt?” Joker chuckled as he looked over your bloodied body. You coughed up blood. “Y'know I sent an invitation to Bats, Big Blue and the Justice League. But it seems they didn’t care enough to come! No one’s gonna save poor Y/N!” You groaned looking up at Joker with tear-filled eyes. As much as it hurted Joker was telling the truth.

“You know I’m right baby.” Joker says as runs the crowbar over your body. “I like you a lot Y/N but you fuck with Bats so I have to kill you.” Joker says as he turns to the camera that was filming. “Bats you’re gonna fail to save someone again. Failure is all you’re good at y'know. You failed to save your parents, Rachel Dawes, little Robin and now poor Y/N.” Joker said smirking at the camera.

“Precious Y/N…Boys it’s too bad that neither of you appericated this beauty while he/she was alive.” Joker said as he turned back to you, caressing your face.

“Any last words darling? No goodbye to your soulmates?” He asked. You shook your head. “No threating that your soulmates are coming to avenge your death?” Joker asked. “No.”

“Oh well, Y/N you have one minute until this bomb goes off. Wish you luck!” Joker threw the bomb down on the ground. “Maybe if you weren’t soulmates with Bats I’d keep you all to myself.” With that the Joker started the timer and placed it in your lap. “See around Y/N” He walked out the room laughing.

You pulled at your bound wrist as hard as you could but you couldn’t get loose. The timer peeped and you looked down in horror. The Joker lied! He said a minute it’s only been fifteen seconds!

Beep. Beep. BOOM! The whole building exploded. Joker stood outside a bit ways away from the burning building. “Puddin’ it was true? Batsy and Big Blue really didn’t care about
their soulmate.” Harley Quinn said to Joker.

“Frost you sent that video?” Joker asked turning to the man. “Just did boss.” Joker chuckled. “I can’t wait to see their faces.”

when you came down to earth, 
the stars sent you with nothing but a parting message
burned into the skin of your infant palms
that your mother spent her whole life trying to forget:

brave child,
you come from the stars
like all the brave children who came before you
and all the brave children to come after you.

your bones were made in forges of starfire.
your heart clenches like a supernova ready to burst.
you will never walk alone in the night. 

but brave child, you were forged
     to fall upon the point of a sword.
your lungs were meant to drown, 
     be it in sunlight or in starlight. 
your blood is bound to spill upon the earth
     as surely as your soul is bound to fly among the stars.

so brave child, 
choose wisely and choose early: 
     what sword-point would you fall by?
     what trampled battlefield or back-alley pavement would you have your blood flow on?
     what sky would you gaze last upon?

choose wisely and choose early, 
my brave child–

–for if you do not 
someone else will decide for you.

—  letter for the starshine child ( j.p. )
Blueberry || Closed

@lightrecurve

The day had finally come and Magnus created the portal to Idris with shaking hands.  Nerves caused his heart to pound and his stomach to hurt and he took Alec’s hand to calm him as only his husband could.  

Once they got there, Magnus was escorted to a room where he was left alone while Alec went to do the paperwork.  Not even the fact that they approved them both to adopt this child could keep the Clave’s prejudices from rearing their ugly heads.  The benefit was that they brought the little boy to Magnus.  Apparently their distrust of Downworlders included infants.  

The baby was beautiful, perfect in every way and very, very blue.  Magnus could see why they had no doubt he was a warlock.  He looked up at Magnus and smiled at him, chubby fingers tangling in his necklaces.  It was love at first sight as far as he was concerned but he worried about Alec.  His cat eyes were one thing.  Completely blue?  He had no doubt that Alec would love him eventually but he would also understand if his husband balked a little at first.

When the door opened, Magnus smiled at Alec.  “Ready to meet him, darling?”

Jurian’s Destiny

In ACoTaR, when Feyre is in the cell Under the Mountain, Lucien comes in to fix her nose and explain some things about the past and the War. One thing he mentions is, “Clythia promised him that he would never die– and so long as Amarantha keeps that eye of his preserved through her magic, keeps his soul and consciousness bound to it, he’ll remain trapped, watching through it” (found on page 308, if you wanna see for yourself). This means that Jurian has possibly been immortal in the sense for much longer than any of the fandom had previously guessed– and that he probably won’t die in ACoWaR.

This sounds horrible, of course, but hear me out. I think that after the battle and everything, Rhys is going to sentence him to an eternity in the Prison– something he said he took very seriously. If you think about it, this makes sense– they can’t kill him, so why not banish him forever?