I don't know either

Buddie soulmate au: what you write on your skin appears on your soulmate for a day. Completed.

Featuring: Fire family feels, soulmates to strangers to friends to lovers, Bobby as Buck’s father figure.

Summary:

Eddie doesn’t deserve a soulmate.

Excerpt:

“I know that Athena thinks I’m still all starry-eyed over true love, or whatever, but that’s- that’s not true.” Buck swallows, looking down at his untouched beer. “It’s been a long time since I’ve thought that soulmates were perfect.”

“If that’s the case, then why haven’t you found someone else, like Athena said?” Eddie broaches. “Wouldn’t living in a happy relationship be the best way to get back at your soulmate? I think Athena only said the things she did because she can see- we all can see that you’re hurting, Buck.”

A half laugh tears from Buck’s throat at that. “The worst thing is that you’re probably right. If I really did hate him as much as I want to, I’d be married by now, right? A big fuck you to him, and the universe for thinking we were made for each other.” He shrugs. “But, I just can’t, and I don’t even know why, and it’s only been getting worse lately. I’m confused and hurt even though it happened a long time ago. Everyone thinks I should let go, and I do too, but-”

Klance Galtean Royalty! AU, Arranged Marriage/match! AU

Summary: 

Achingly slowly, Keith lifts the branch up off his shoulders and kneels, laying it at the feet of the Altean royal family. “King Alfor, I land here in good faith,” He says, his voice ringing through the courtyard. There are cameras somewhere hidden, Lance knows, broadcasting this moment throughout Altea and Daibazaal. “To deliver this gift and begin my courtship to your son, Lance, Prince of Alvarez.”

Altea and Daibazaal may be on the brink of another war. A solution is found.

Excerpt from final chapter:

He thinks of the day Keith came to him with the Atmos branch to begin the courtship. Then, he had walked up the Altean steps to Lance. Now, Lance was walking down the Galran steps to Keith. 

It’s both an eternity and not enough time when he finally reaches Keith. The Marmora blade glows, growing in size. Keith swings the blade up, other hand reaching for Lance’s-

The hilt of the blade is warm in Lance’s palm. Keith steadies his grip, then draws his hands back, holding the blade level with his chest. Keith steps forward, pressing the tip of his own sword into the bare skin over his heart.

At another time, this could be the scene of a battlefield, the prince of one planet leveling a sword at the other. A tragedy.