February LOVE-FEST: Day 5: Soulmates
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stonepicnicking_okapiokapi's February LOVE-FEST
prompts:
1. first love
2. friendship
3. love of nature
4. passion
5. soulmates
6. unrequited love
7. lust
8. love of the game
9. devotion
10. love of food
11. polyamory
12. long distance love
13. lovesickness
14. romantic love
15. love of place
16. marriage
17. love of order and method
18. divine love
19. platonic love
20. infatuation
21. maternal love
22. obsession
23. agape
24. love of animals
25. unconditional love
26. forbidden love
27. ecstasy
28. the beloved
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Question of the Day: Soulmates are one of those tropes I sometimes like to read in fic but don't believe in in real life. So the question is if you read soulmate fic, what are some of the ways soulmates identify each other?
I think one of the most interesting ones is the first words you say appear on the other person's skin. It can be complicated, but interesting. Red string of fate, I've seen. Omegaverse has a lot where a wolf's eyes change a certain color in the presence of the soulmate. There are somethings in pistil/stamen 'verses, too.
Here's a BTS sope AU ficlet
Fandom: BTS
Pairing: SUGA/jhope, featuring Jin, Jungkook, and RM too.
Rating: Gen
Notes: AU, Kim Seokjin's matchmaking plans go awry. Or do they?
“What a disaster,” said Seokjin while lighting another candle. “Are you certain this isn’t your fault, Namjoon?”
“Even I can manage a city-wide blackout, hyung.”
Seokjin fixed him with a look.
“Well, I might be able to manage it,” admitted Namjoon, “but I didn’t in this case. The best laid plans…”
There was a silence.
“What?”
“Finish your sentence, Namjoon. I don’t know that one.”
“The original is: The best laid schemes o’ Mice an’ Men / Gang aft agley, / An’ lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain, / For promis’d joy! It means plans often go wrong.”
“Well, our plan to arrange a meeting of your friend Hoseok and my friend Yoongi, whom we suspect to be true soulmates, with old-fashioned mirrored birthmarks, bless them, has, uh, gang aft agley. Thank goodness most of this is picnic nibbles and will keep until…”
“Until the city’s no longer at standstill. Nothing’s running, busses, subway, traffic’s a nightmare.”
“Dangerous,” agreed Seokjin. “But I hear something running. Or rather someone.”
“HYUNGS!”
“Jungkook, how did you get here?”
“I ran up the stairs!”
“All of them?” cried Namjoon in disbelief.
“That’s dangerous, Jungkook,” added Seokjin.
“Nah, emergency lights, but I have good news!”
“We could use some,” said Seokjin ruefully.
“Guess who is stuck in the fourth elevator?” He grinned a bunny grin and then broke into a song about matchmaking.
“No!”
“Yes!”
Seokjin joined him in song, and they danced around the room by the light of candles and oil lamps, and Namjoon wasted valuable battery life on his phone recording it.
--
Two hours later, Hoseok reappeared in Seokjin’s living room, freshly showered. “Thank you so much for the lone of the clothes, hyung,” he called.
“No problem. You better?” replied Seokjin from the kitchen.
“So much better.”
“Here. Would you like some?” Yoongi approached, offering Hoseok a plate of food.
Hoseok froze.
“Um.” Yoongi turned pink. His voice dropped to a mumble. “Hyung’s a good cook, I got a bit of everything, not sure what you’d like, didn’t mean to presume, of course, you can make your own plate…”
Hoseok interrupted him. “Yoongi.”
“Yes?”
“Your wrist.”
“That?”
“Tattoo?” asked Hoseok in a strange voice.
“No,” said Yoongi with a self-deprecating huff. He set down the plate. “You aren’t going to believe this, but it’s actually a…”
“Soul-mark?” asked Hoseok, turning his own wrist over to display a birthmark identical to Yoongi, save for the image was reversed.
“Damn.” Shaking slightly, he held out his wrist and Hoseok turned his own wrist to touch, rolling them to align the marks. “That means we’re…”
“Soulmates. No wonder I felt so reassured by your presence in the elevator.”
“You did? I mean, feel reassured?”
“You saved my sanity, Yoongi.”
“Oh. I’m glad. Sorry I’m so shy. I did want to talk to you, but I couldn’t figure out what to say, how to start.”
“Thank goodness for good music.”
“And good friends,” said Seokjin quietly from his eavesdropping position by the kitchen door.
prompts:
1. first love
2. friendship
3. love of nature
4. passion
5. soulmates
6. unrequited love
7. lust
8. love of the game
9. devotion
10. love of food
11. polyamory
12. long distance love
13. lovesickness
14. romantic love
15. love of place
16. marriage
17. love of order and method
18. divine love
19. platonic love
20. infatuation
21. maternal love
22. obsession
23. agape
24. love of animals
25. unconditional love
26. forbidden love
27. ecstasy
28. the beloved
---
Question of the Day: Soulmates are one of those tropes I sometimes like to read in fic but don't believe in in real life. So the question is if you read soulmate fic, what are some of the ways soulmates identify each other?
I think one of the most interesting ones is the first words you say appear on the other person's skin. It can be complicated, but interesting. Red string of fate, I've seen. Omegaverse has a lot where a wolf's eyes change a certain color in the presence of the soulmate. There are somethings in pistil/stamen 'verses, too.
Here's a BTS sope AU ficlet
Fandom: BTS
Pairing: SUGA/jhope, featuring Jin, Jungkook, and RM too.
Rating: Gen
Notes: AU, Kim Seokjin's matchmaking plans go awry. Or do they?
“What a disaster,” said Seokjin while lighting another candle. “Are you certain this isn’t your fault, Namjoon?”
“Even I can manage a city-wide blackout, hyung.”
Seokjin fixed him with a look.
“Well, I might be able to manage it,” admitted Namjoon, “but I didn’t in this case. The best laid plans…”
There was a silence.
“What?”
“Finish your sentence, Namjoon. I don’t know that one.”
“The original is: The best laid schemes o’ Mice an’ Men / Gang aft agley, / An’ lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain, / For promis’d joy! It means plans often go wrong.”
“Well, our plan to arrange a meeting of your friend Hoseok and my friend Yoongi, whom we suspect to be true soulmates, with old-fashioned mirrored birthmarks, bless them, has, uh, gang aft agley. Thank goodness most of this is picnic nibbles and will keep until…”
“Until the city’s no longer at standstill. Nothing’s running, busses, subway, traffic’s a nightmare.”
“Dangerous,” agreed Seokjin. “But I hear something running. Or rather someone.”
“HYUNGS!”
“Jungkook, how did you get here?”
“I ran up the stairs!”
“All of them?” cried Namjoon in disbelief.
“That’s dangerous, Jungkook,” added Seokjin.
“Nah, emergency lights, but I have good news!”
“We could use some,” said Seokjin ruefully.
“Guess who is stuck in the fourth elevator?” He grinned a bunny grin and then broke into a song about matchmaking.
“No!”
“Yes!”
Seokjin joined him in song, and they danced around the room by the light of candles and oil lamps, and Namjoon wasted valuable battery life on his phone recording it.
--
Two hours later, Hoseok reappeared in Seokjin’s living room, freshly showered. “Thank you so much for the lone of the clothes, hyung,” he called.
“No problem. You better?” replied Seokjin from the kitchen.
“So much better.”
“Here. Would you like some?” Yoongi approached, offering Hoseok a plate of food.
Hoseok froze.
“Um.” Yoongi turned pink. His voice dropped to a mumble. “Hyung’s a good cook, I got a bit of everything, not sure what you’d like, didn’t mean to presume, of course, you can make your own plate…”
Hoseok interrupted him. “Yoongi.”
“Yes?”
“Your wrist.”
“That?”
“Tattoo?” asked Hoseok in a strange voice.
“No,” said Yoongi with a self-deprecating huff. He set down the plate. “You aren’t going to believe this, but it’s actually a…”
“Soul-mark?” asked Hoseok, turning his own wrist over to display a birthmark identical to Yoongi, save for the image was reversed.
“Damn.” Shaking slightly, he held out his wrist and Hoseok turned his own wrist to touch, rolling them to align the marks. “That means we’re…”
“Soulmates. No wonder I felt so reassured by your presence in the elevator.”
“You did? I mean, feel reassured?”
“You saved my sanity, Yoongi.”
“Oh. I’m glad. Sorry I’m so shy. I did want to talk to you, but I couldn’t figure out what to say, how to start.”
“Thank goodness for good music.”
“And good friends,” said Seokjin quietly from his eavesdropping position by the kitchen door.