For a moment she was sure she was seeing lightning marks, her lightning marks, but then the sunlight hit his arm just at the right angle and the black ink glinted under her fingers.
But tattoos weren’t real soulmarks, no matter how much she wished them to be.
- Part 1 of Soulmate AUs
He seemed at war with himself for a moment and then circled his warm fingers around her wrist and lifted her left arm closer to his eyes. Her compass sat right above her wrist, a glass sphere covering a light brown dial and a thin bronze needle. The needle seemed to be sitting slightly lower at the tip, nose not moving from the bronze embossed N letter. It didn’t move from there, no matter how much he turned her wrist around.
“Curious,” he muttered and tapped gently on the glass to try and get the needle moving.
(Runner up for Best Soulmate Fiction in the 2016 Bellarke Fanfiction Awards.)
- Part 2 of Soulmate AUs
Across her black shirt, with big neon pink letters, it said – SOULMATES DON’T FIX PEOPLE #FREEDOMFORLOVE.
“What?” She narrowed her eyes at Bellamy’s prolonged look. “Can’t take a joke?” Then she glanced down at her shirt, and her stance turned defensive. “Don’t tell me that you’re one of those Act supporters.”
Bellamy licked his suddenly dry lips and carefully thought over his response, aware that whatever he said next would either be the girl’s soulwords or not (it wouldn’t be the first time that one soulmate had another for their soulmate). But fuck, let them be hers if only because the way she was puffing up as an angry kitten as she was getting ready to start her tirade was making him smile.
“So,” he nodded towards her shirt, “no coffee then?”
- Part 3 of Soulmate AUs