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Soulmate AU

Where your soulmate and you spark (it feeels like joy, it doesn’t hurt) when you touch the first time. It’s enough to clearly be seen, but only is about the size of their palms.

The sparks return even more intensely when the two are completely in love and the relationship is healthy. The sparks cover wherever you touch.

The longer you have the spark, the better you get at controlling them, bc always having sparks is like bragging. Being able to surge sparks at will takes at least 5 years of practice to master.

Soul mark au

Humans have soul marks, a picture on their skin representing the one person who compliments them, helps them grow, keeps them safe. Some people have multiple soul marks, some only one, and some not at all.

Ghosts have Fraid marks, images or features in their appearance that reflect the members of their Fright.

Danny has had his soul mates, Sam and Tucker, for years. Sometimes, he'll find an odd colored bruise that lingers and doesn't hurt, but he doesn't think much of it.

Then he dies. His ghost form only shows his face, all other skin hidden away. It takes a while before he can bring himself to check that his soul marks are still there. It takes longer still to learn about Fraid marks.

"Why does everyone here wear sashes anyway?" Danny asked one day, while stopping by the Far Frozen.

"We are a Fraid. We are all similar in many ways, so we manifested another way to show our inclusion in other Fraids," Frostbite responded easily.

"What do you mean?" Danny asked, confused.

"Our Fraid marks," Frostbite said, indicating his own, "Many beings of the Realms have their own way to show their marks, but we have no skin to show, and not all of us appreciate colored fur. This might be our Lair, but we have our own predators here if we aren't careful."

"What are Fraid marks?"

"Marks that show our allies and allegiances. Your human friends may even have their own marks."

"Sam and Tucker are my soul mates. I've had their marks forever. My sister, Jazz's too. But I haven't gotten new marks since I became a halfa."

"Didn't you notice?" Frostbite asked, amused. "You are a human ghost with fangs, pointed ears, and claws. You are here to check on other physical changes. Many of your friends in the Realms are not human, or have a very distinct non-humanoid form. Fraid marks are much more versatile than human, or even liminal, marks."

I actually found one recently! My little heart flipped and whooped with so much joy!!!

It's one of my most favorite fics ever and my ultimate favorite Parksborn (and maybe Marvel or/and soulmate) fanfic in all of existence!

(Oh but you have to log in!)

Props to @stranger-awakening for writing this masterpiece! (You made me cry from your writing and when I lost this fic twice)

https://archiveofourown.org/series/1108008

a moment of silence for all the fics that were masterpieces but you'll never find them again

Oh woww!! I love your new Colourful series, it's really good!! I'm really interested because their relationship started off really fast and quick so I'm looking forward to where it goes👀

The way you set up the whole reveal of Natasha's personality with the temptation of snooping online and in person, then feeling disappointed when the relationship and Nat's personality doesn't quite meet expectations was also done really well- If you meant it as a re-occurring theme lol🥰

The "lore" of the red soul bonds and the destructiveness (murder suicides) contrasted with the super strong life changing bonds was something I really enjoyed as well. I'm not sure if this is meant to be a dark Nat series, but I'm really enjoying seeing her true colours, she is so charismatic- suave (as you said💕) and like a dream almost yet she seems so jealous and possessive of what is "hers" like the first few chapters where she is uncharacteristically anxious, it is written super well!! I feel like Natasha is already very attached to reader because this is her first soul bond, and I suspect something she was super looking forward to after defecting from the red room

Also I'm not sure if you remembered an old comment I made on your other series but I'm really happy to read a somewhat 'darkish' series about Natasha falling for reader this time! Your writing has also gotten a lot better, the scene transitions are smoother and make more sense!! I'm also a personal fan of the plot as I'm interested to see how you write Nat falling for the ""original"" this time, we all know what happened with Katya haha

I tried to send this as an ask twice but my tumblr is acting out so I'm doing this as a reblog instead😅

Colorful - Mini Chapter 6.5

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 4.5 Part 5 Part 6

But it turns out, there are a lot of expectations.

You wake up to more missed calls and text messages than you’ve ever had in your entire life.

ClaireBear: HUNTY! WTF?!

ClaireBear: CALL ME BACK THIS INSTANT OR I AM GOING ON TIKTOK ABOUT HOW MY SISTER IS THE BLACK WIDOWS SOUL BOND

ClaireBear: I swear to fucking all my lort hoebag if you don’t call me back by tonight I’m telling MeeMaw and I’m going over there with the receipts.

Ugh. 15 year olds are fun. You do need to call her though.

Yari: SO I was about to text you because I was a little concerned that you haven’t come home in like a week, but I don’t pry. But girl. Next time maybe tell me before I see it on TMZ. We’re friends… also are you moving out? Also are you still coming tonight?

You are friends. New friends but, she’s your roommate and you like her and you really should have let her know you weren’t dead this week.

Grubs: LOL OH MY GOD (shit ton of emojis)

Texts from unknown numbers and people you kinda knew in high school, your cousin in Birmingham and…

Ponyboy: Fuck you. I would have told you. I would have told you first.

Fuck.

You crawl out of bed, Natasha still sound asleep beside you, and go take a shower, scrubbing away the makeup you didn’t bother to take off last night.

She’s still sleeping when you dress yourself back in her clothes and walk into her kitchen to make her coffee and toast.

When she finally does emerge from down the hall, you’re reminded again of why you don’t really drink and you smirk a little into your coffee at her obvious struggle.

But she looks so cute like this -- soft and a little disoriented -- messy red braid, baggy gray shorts, smudged black eyeliner. She looks very normal. Very human. Very attainable.

But the texts and calls are rolling harsh in your stomach and they are a rude reminder of something you already knew--. This was too fast. You weren’t ready. And you didn’t trust your gut which is making itself so well known now you’re not even sure you can drink anymore coffee.

Still you smile when she walks up behind you in her cozy, vulnerable space, and wraps her arms around you and kisses your cheek. You are so happy, so relieved, that despite all of your discomfort and uncertainty, when her lips touch your cheek and her hands brush the bare skin of your abdomen, your bond doesn’t seem to reflect your concerns. It’s the same smoky, shiny red that it usually is.

And you want to keep it like that forever.

You’re so sick of watching gold turn to sand.

But this started way too fast and even though you know she won’t agree, you have to slow it down if it’s going to stand a chance.

You tried that before once. You thought everything would be ok as soon as that beautiful boy touched you and your souls connected. As far as you were concerned, you might as well have gotten married at that frat party covered in beer wearing someone else's dress. You were destined.

And you tried so hard for so long and so did he and it got… so ugly.

Maybe if you’d actually taken the time to fall in love with each other instead of just assuming that you should, you could have both saved yourselves a lot of pain.

And you promised yourself you would never again be the girl who lived for her soulbonds. You’d make your own way in the world.

Then the second you meet your next soulbond you're tripping all over yourself to do the same thing - keep them happy, make them love you - even though you know how that ends.

Pain pain pain. On both ends.

You squeeze the hands she has wrapped around your waist before carefully untangling yourself and making your way further into her kitchen to pour her a mug of coffee. (Her own coffee. That you’d just taken the liberty to make).

She takes the mug from you graciously and sits herself at her kitchen counter before asking, “So what should we do today?”

You tense a little and school your face before turning back around from the coffee pot to face her and say as casually as you can, “Well, I need to go back to my place in a few.”

She looks confused. “What? Why?” She asks.

You sigh.

“Natasha I haven’t been home since Wednesday. It’s Saturday morning, I have literally been wearing your underwear, Babe,” you laugh a little. “I just need to go home for a while.”

“OK,” she’s quick to agree, “Let me just change real quick, I can take you by your place to get some stuff.”

“No,” you cut her off a little more harshly than you meant to but you stop yourself and start again. “No, I can take the train, the station is right across the street. It’ll be faster anyways. Also, I have plans tonight.”

She goes still and her eyes narrow and you know what she’s thinking when she asks in monotone, “What plans?”

He’s here now. She knows. And that’s what she thinks your plans are.

You fight the urge to roll your eyes and get defensive. Because those AREN’T your plans and you’re allowed to have a life. You drain the rest of your coffee.

“My roommate, Yari, she’s a photographer,” you calmly explain. “She has a showing tonight in a little gallery in Chelsea. You know, cheap wine and shitty cheese plates, but it’s a big deal for her.”

“Oh,” Natasha’s stiff shoulders sag. “That’s great. Can I come?”

What, no. And also how rude....

“Um,” you start. “I don’t… I don’t think that’s the best idea. This is a big moment for her, and, in case you haven’t noticed, you and I tend to pull a lot of focus. I don’t want to upstage her at her own show.”

It’s the truth but it’s only one of them and it’s the easier one and you just hope she can accept that as gracefully as she took her coffee.

“Yeah, ok that makes sense.” She sounds disappointed but not mad. “So you’re coming back here after, then?”

You swallow. “I’m not sure,” That’s a lie. You’re sure you aren’t. “I don’t know what the after party plans are.” She looks so sad, “But either way, let’s get brunch tomorrow, ok?” you give her what you hope is a reassuring smile.

“Yes. Absolutely!” she agrees quickly. “I’ll pick you up in the morning at 11 if… if you don’t come back tonight.”

You flash her a big grin as you make your way out of the kitchen and towards the elevator to leave. “Sounds great!” you say. “See you in the morning!”

“(Y/N),” she stops you as your hand pushes the down button. “I really do hope you come back here tonight.”

“We’ll see!” you say much more cheery than you feel just as the elevator doors slide open to take you back down into the world.

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