#soul-mate

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SoulBond!AU

Pairings: Saja Boys x F!Reader

Synopsis: You’re the soul-mate to the Saja Boys, destined for each other. Legend has it that if a demon is able to find their soul-mate, and solidify that bond, then they might gain their lost soul back. That’s if other demons don’t kill you first.

Warnings: Soul Bond with Saja Boys, Angst, Mild Language, more to be added later

A/N: Posted on A03 thought Tumblr might like to read it as well. I’ll update as often as i’m able, but I do have a chronic illness that can take away my days. Goal is to have multiple parts posted in one week. I did try and tag all those who requested. Let me know if I missed any, or if you like to be tagged in future updates. Enjoy!

Oswald Spengler (The Decline of the West, ‘Cities and Peoples’, pg 251)

I adore soul-mate stories, I prefer “love on the battlefield” type love stories, but what some people have created with the concept are beautiful. I really like the one where tattoos or some form of detail bloom on the persons body when they meet their soul-mate. 

I don’t have many ideas, tell me how this flag looks like:

Request: “soul-mate au where you feel the other’s emotions. Lydia rejected Stiles and he thought for the longest time that they were soul-mates only to find Lydia with someone else. AND HE’S SUPER SAD AND THE READER CAN FEEL IT!!” 

Ship: mentions of previous Lydia x Stiles, Stiles x Fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, swearing, flashbacks, fluff, description of panic attack, minor kissing, emotion sharing, blood, fighting, etc. 

Notes: none of these gifs are mine, credit to owners. 

Tagged for all and AU’s:  @bailey-hoover @kiralivelove @thalia-prior-of-ravenclaw@anamcg317 @bellasett @queentiffanyyy @archer-whovian-violinist@beingmadinwonderland @princessisabelle19 @violence-and-velvet @ordinarygirlmeetsfantasticworld @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone 

Stiles P.O.V

[5 months ago] 

When I looked into her beautiful hazel eyes, everything just made sense. Or, at least I thought it did. Her gorgeous strawberry blonde hair fell perfectly onto her shoulders as her hips moved from side to side. How was she always so elegant and regal? Nearly seven years, I’ve known that I loved Lydia Martin. I would do anything for her, give up everything just to see her smile. And we were happy, laughing and joking and bickering like friends, hopefully couples do. The government said soul-mates have something to do with our genetic coding while others said it was because of the gods and goddess who wield it. For a little while I thought it was rubbish. That was until Lydia Martin waltzed into my life. 

For a long time I had wanted to confess to her that she was my soul-mate. There was no doubt in my mind that she was the one person who brought me joy in times of stress. However as time went on, I was starting to lose hope. Lydia’s smile was less when she was with me, not as warm and open as usual. The more cold she became made me frightened and nervous. But I had spent nearly seven years wondering if she felt the same. But if everyone says soul-mates feel and know when they look at one another, why wasn’t she more excited? And then I wish I hadn’t wondered. 

“Stiles, I don’t love you. I don’t even really like you. I only talked to you because Jackson left me and I needed attention.” She snapped at me one day in the middle of the hallway. But it didn’t make sense. “Lydia, I thought- I thought we-” I ask, voice hoarse but hopeful as I feel my heart slowly crumbling. I can’t breath. I feel like I’m suffocating as she mercilessly says, “Stiles, get over yourself. There was nothing between us to begin with. You were just infatuation with me. I’ve found my soul-mate. And he isn’t you.” She turned over her shoulder, her strawberry blonde hair whipping around in the process. A thing in which I once adored but now makes me sick to my stomach. Turning away from the crowded hallway, I push and nudge everyone out of the way to get some place safe. A bathroom, somewhere out of the public eye. 

My breathing is choppy and rigid as I nearly fall into the family bathroom, somehow managing to lock it in the process of my sudden panic attack. My vision is disoriented and blurry as I attempt to reach the sink in hopes that some water could suppress this hellish nightmare that starts to form and fester around me. Everything’s turning black, dark spots plague my vision and my heart feels like it’s about to jump out of my chest, hoping to escape the inevitable. It’s all too much. The sudden odd mixture of cold and hotness, the straight up rejection from the girl whom I thought to have loved. From what little I can make out, a set of hands shakily reach for the handles. It takes me a second to realize that they’re in fact mine. Before I know it, my face is immersed within the water, patting the back of my sweaty neck. 

Your P.O.V

One minute I’m fine and the next I’m heaving for air, like it’ll never come back and it’s my last chance to grab as much of it as I can before it’s too late. I know exactly what this is. A panic attack. I’ve been on the wrong side of it before but this time there wasn’t a reason for it to have triggered, or for me to feel the way that I do. I’m at a small gathering when suddenly the room becomes too packed, like it has shrunk down to the size of a teacup. Usually I’m fine at parties, hell, I’m the party at parties. But right now it feels like someone’s taken a barrel of water and shoved it down my throat. And yet my lungs feel dry and small, almost too tiny for my normal size. Quickly I slip from the bodies and thumping speakers that suddenly have no sound whatsoever, leaning against into the walls as I search in hopes of a secluded area in the house to let this pass. 

Dark spots bounce around my blurry vision as I somehow sneak into the nearest empty bathroom, fiddling with the lock until I hear a successful click. I fall to the ground, flicking the lights in the process to a dim setting. For some weird reason, I’m an odd mixture of sadness and heartbreak. Like I lost a love or a family member of some sort. But I hadn’t to my recollection. It was as if someone was ripping out my insides, putting them back together, only to do it all over again. I can’t stop the tears from escaping as my choppy breathing makes mist form across the white marble floor. Propping my body up on my elbow, I can barely hold up my weight. For the first time in a long time, I feel as though a massive anvil crushes my chest and lungs, tearing me apart, limb by limb. It’s all too much. 

[Now]

It’s been a few months since my panic attack and those months following, I was unbelievably sad. My drastic mood change concerned my friends and family greatly. That was until they came up with a solution that everyone wouldn’t stop talking about, especially my friends. “It’s your soul-mate!” Exclaimed my friend, Dakota, in the middle of our favorite coffee shop. She was hell-bent on said theory, believed it wholeheartedly, too. But it didn’t make sense. People get waves of sadness all the time? Besides, if that were true, how the hell would I even find my soul-mate if we’re feeling the others emotions? How can I locate him? I had hundreds of questions about the theory, all of which weren’t being answered, nor did I expect them to be. Dakota kept on with her sch-peel that I gotta have faith in the universe or whatever. 

But honestly, I wasn’t feeling up to it. This sadness was really getting me down and I hadn’t a clue as to why. Later that day, I went home to find a series of envelopes resting on the kitchen table. Mom must’ve brought the mail in before going out. Rummaging through to see if any belonged to me, I pause on one envelope and my heart drops to the pit of my stomach, face going pale. University College of Admissions. Oh god, this was it. My acceptance letter or my decline.. There’s a fifty fifty chance for either and I can’t breath. I’m tearing apart the package with shaky needy fingers. I toss the outer layer in the trash, holding my breath in anticipation. I open the paper all the way and read. 

Dear (Y/N) (Y/L/N), 

Welcome to the family! We are happy to congratulate you on your acceptance to...

I let the breath out and jaw go slack, gasping in shock. I-I was accepted.. I read it aloud this time and for some reason it feels more real when I hear myself say the words I’ve worked so hard to achieve. I was accepted into the school of my dreams. For the first time in months, my sadness has completely washed away. Overcome by joy. I worked my ass off, fighting through hours of tears, school, a job, bullies, and everything in between to get to this one significant moment. For the first time in a long time, I felt whole and enough, that my time and effort and energy was not overlooked. In fact, it felt like someone had put me on a pedestal for everyone to see the greatness and success I’ve achieved all on my own. 

Stiles P.O.V

When I wake up this morning, I expect to feel as I have felt for the past few months, cold and heartbroken. But for some odd reason, I’m overcome by a sense of joy that I’m brought to automatic tears, happy tears. After everything that’s happened, I have no reason to be or feel happy, and yet, I can’t stop myself from grinning from ear to ear, almost like a kid on Christmas. I cry and laugh, holding my pillow close to my chest before turning on some upbeat music which only make my happiness grow. Why I was feeling this way made little to no sense and made me confused but I was too busy floating on cloud nine to actually care. For some reason, I felt more proud of myself than ever. Like I had put enough time into things such as school, and work, and saving people that I felt warm, almost fuzzy with joy. 

For the first time in what feels like forever, I’m not thinking about Lydia, I’m thinking about me. I’m thinking about my accomplishments and hard work as a member of the pack. I’m going over the moments in my head in which I was independent and confident in my abilities despite my overall clumsiness. The moments where I saved lives, including my own whilst fighting against a threat that was seemingly impossible to defeat. It was like all my reason to wallow had vanished. Lydia was seriously missing out on being with me. But for once, I’m happy that she’s not my soul-mate. If she was, I would have been straight up miserable, following her around like a lost puppy would. I would have succumbed to her manipulative ways and done anything for her. I giggle at the idea of freedom, that I’m my own person. It’s like a blanket of warmth that washes over me. 

But I had to ask the one question that boggled my mind. Why the sudden change in mood? It was not something small, in fact, it was beyond drastic. It was the biggest mood jump I’ve ever had. The next few days, my attitude change shocks not only me, but everyone, as-well. Scott pulls me aside, eyeing my odd, overly happy behavior. “What the hell’s gotten into you?” Even though it’s nice not wallowing in my self pity anymore, the question does scare me because I don’t know the answer to it. I shake my head, still smiling, unable to suppress the joy. “I have no clue but I can’t stop smiling. I don’t know, I just feel- I feel like I’ve accomplished so much. That I’m stronger than I think, that I worked hard to get where I am right now, ya know? I just kinda realized, I don’t need Lydia. That I got where I am because of you and my dad.” 

He nodded and hypothesized the most ridiculous thing in the world. “OH MY GOD! IT HAS TO BE YOUR SOUL-MATE?!” I may be sporting a smile but I can’t help but roll my eyes in detest. But the more I think about it, the less wild it sounds. Lydia had a soul-mate? Maybe that’s why she was shifting moods so often when we were around one another? I take to the internet to search for more answers. When my eyes fall onto the most recent news article, I find myself scanning every words at hyper-speed, eating up as much information on the topic that I can. If soul-mates are real, could this possible have something to do with my drastic emotional fluctuation? I have ten websites open before a new body enters my room. “Son, what are you doing?” Dad asks, leaning against the door wall. “I’m researching soul-mates.” I reply shortly, too immersed in my work to focus on any else. 

All of a sudden, my chair is being pulled back and away from the computer. “Dad- wait- no- what are you-” When he turns the chair to face him, he sits on my bed with a faint smile. “Why don’t you ask your old man instead of some stupid website?” I can’t help but look at him in shock, jaw to the floor as I gape at him. “Wait, you mean they’re real? Soul-mates are real?” He shook his head, laughing before picking up the picture of my mom and him that sat atop my nighttime dresser. “How do you think I met your mother?” Dad looks down at the photo with such light and love in his eyes, I’m taken back by the simple yet delicate moment. I shut up fast, wanting for him to continue. “How did you know she was your soul-mate?” He glanced up at me with a small blush before looking back at the photo, confessing. 

“It all started when I was around your age. I had gotten out of a really rough relationship with this girl who I was certain to be my soul-mate, only to find out that she had been seeing hers behind my back. In all honesty, I couldn’t really be mad. The cheating was bad but they were soul-mates, didn’t make up for the pain though. But I was so heartbroken, I didn’t leave my house for nearly two weeks. And then at the two week mark, my mood completely changed. I was overjoyed and happier than I’d ever been. Except, I had no reason be. My heart had been completely broken but for some reason, I felt fine, more than fine. It was as if everything around me changed, and all I could see were the positives. It was the most angelic feeling in the whole world, nearly indescribable. Not long after, a few days I think, I met her, your mother. And from that day forth, they were the best moments of my life.”

When he’s done talking, my heart hurts with happy thoughts of my father and my mother, hoping, praying, that someday I will have what they had. It surely explained the feelings I’d been getting but I’ve spent too much of my life getting my hopes up, only to be let down, so I don’t. “How did you know it was her for sure?” I can’t help but ask. He looks from me and then down to the picture again before replying. “Soul-mates share emotions. Once I laid eyes on her, for a split second, everything around me went silent. It was as if my heart was finally whole, and I could breath once more. It’s hard to describe but, you just know.” 

Your P.O.V

I have to take a knee to withhold this brand new feeling. My heart is filled up to the brim with love and hope, so much of it I could barely breathe. It wasn’t a bad feeling, actually it was far from it. I can’t stop smiling and I know it’s not because of the acceptance letter. That flame has died and I’ve made peace with it. This, this is something entirely new. Maybe Dakota was right? This could actually be some weird soul-mate thing? I cave in and go to the internet for some answers, scanning and searching through every article that I could possibly get my hands on. Soul-mates Share Emotions: The Literal Bond of Love. One article reads. I can’t help but click on it, fascinated by the title alone. 

“Studies have shown that soul-mates are becoming prominent now, more than ever before! Participants within the study have described their experience as sharing emotions, some of those people changing so drastically that the other’s mood adjusts in the same fashion until the day the two meet. On average, soul-mates will meet within the year their emotions start to inter-mix. If you are looking to find how or when you know whom your soul-mate is, participants have described the feeling as being noiseless and ethereal. That when their eyes meet, time almost freezes and they just knew in their hearts that that person was their soul-mate. Wanna learn more? Click for more!” 

I get out of the tab and lock down the computer. That night I can’t sleep, still bubbly from- well, I don’t really know why I’m so giddy. I’m not saying this is the case, but it very well could be my soul-mate. I hope he’s okay and in a good mood. Lord knows I wouldn’t have wanted to feel what he felt, but evidently I did. But right now, I’m happy to be sharing emotions with him. It’s almost calming and warm to sense what he’s feeling right now. Whatever happened or whomever he spoke to, definitely changed something within him, and maybe within me, too. That soul-mate thing didn’t sound as crazy as I’ve made it out to be. Whether that is my own thought or not, I found myself growing giddy at the thought of finally meeting him, or whomever he was. 

Stiles P.O.V

Caffeine wasn’t exactly what I needed right now, especially considering the fact that I’m wide awake. Something about today just felt right, and it wasn’t because of what my dad and I talked about last night. Glancing around the small, dimly lit cafe, I can’t help but smile at the warm scent that’s greeted my nostrils. It’s too early for a lot of people to be here and I like it that way. I don’t come in here often to notice its beauty and simplicity but that doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate it. I’m not even fully inside before a new feeling washes over me, except, it’s not much of a feeling. It’s nearly impossible to decipher, I don’t even think it’s an emotion at all. I can’t quite put my finger on it until the room grows suspiciously quiet. I can’t hear the obnoxiously loud late machines churning or gurgling to life. 

Nor can I hear the shuffling of boots or orders, names being thrown left and right despite the time of day. It’s completely still, no birds, no noise. It’s so serene. I’m meeting her. This is it. And just like my dad said, I look around the almost barren cafe until I meet her gaze. She’s already looking at me and I feel like my heart’s going to explode out of my chest. My pops was right. She looks absolutely breathing, straight up ethereal, like an angel fallen from heaven. When I look into her deep (y/e/c)’s, they’re the only thing I see. My heart feels warm and whole and beating a thousand miles a minute. “Hi..” I manage to say despite my obvious shock. She smiles, a single tear escaping from her right eye. Instinctively, I wipe the tear away, resting my hand comfortably on her cheek. 

“Hi.. I’m (Y/n).. Your soul-mate..” She says softly. I’m so overwhelmed by emotion that tears escape from my eyes, wrapping my hands in her face, I can’t help but say sweetly. “You’re my soul-mate.. I have a soul-mate.. Oh my god.. I’m the luckiest man alive..” (Y/n) giggles again and I swear she sounds like an angel sent from heaven above. “And I’m Stiles.. Your soul-mate..” When she looks at me, her eyes gleam under the sun that peaked through the cafe windows. “Well Stiles,-” (Y/n) says smoothly. “How ‘bout you and I get to know one another over some coffee and the newest Star Wars movie. But I’m not gonna lie, I’ve already seen two times.” I can’t help but giggle. God, this woman’s going to be the death of me. “Same. And I would be honored.” Looking back at her, my dad was right. Linked emotion gone but love filled my soul.