The ties that bind фанфик по соукоку
The ties that bind фанфик по соукоку
The Ties That Bind
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Claribel wishes to see you and your partner eternally bonded before the eyes of gods and men. ※For details, please visit the Ceremony of Eternal Bonding site via the Lodestone.
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※This objective may be completed without your partner.
※This objective may be completed without your partner.
※This objective may be completed without your partner.
※This objective may be completed without your partner.
※To complete this objective, you and your partner must have completed all previous objectives. Moreover, you must form a party of two with your partner, you must both equip yourselves with promise wristlets, and your partner must be present when you /pray.
※To complete this objective, you and your partner must have completed all previous objectives. Moreover, you must form a party of two with your partner, you must both equip yourselves with promise wristlets, and your partner must be present when you /pray.
※To complete this objective, you and your partner must have completed all previous objectives. Moreover, you must form a party of two with your partner, you must both equip yourselves with promise wristlets, and your partner must be present when you /pray.
※To complete this objective, you and your partner must have completed all previous objectives. Moreover, you must form a party of two with your partner, you must both equip yourselves with promise wristlets, and your partner must be present when you /pray.
※To complete this objective, you and your partner must have completed all previous objectives. Moreover, you must form a party of two with your partner, you must both equip yourselves with promise wristlets, and your partner must be present when you /pray.
※This objective may be completed without your partner.
※This objective may be completed without your partner.
※To change your ceremony plan, you may speak with Raitmeaux inside the Ivory Chapel at any time prior to your ceremony. ※To make a reservation for your ceremony, speak with Etoinelle outside the Ivory Chapel.
※To make a reservation for your ceremony, you and your partner must have completed all previous objectives. Moreover, you must form a party of two with your partner, and you must both equip yourselves with promise wristlets. ※Registration opens each 1306SundayMondayTuesdayWednesdayThursdayFridaySaturday at 1234567891011121234567891011/12:00 p.m./a.m. for ceremonies to be held during the week-long period beginning the next 1306SundayMondayTuesdayWednesdayThursdayFridaySaturday at 1234567891011121234567891011/12:00 p.m./a.m. Please note that registration opens at different times depending on the service plan (platinum, gold, or standard) as denoted by your wristlet. For further details, please visit the Ceremony of Eternal Bonding site via the Lodestone. ※Please be advised that ceremonies cannot be held when Worlds are undergoing maintenance. To view the latest maintenance information, select System in the main menu, then select Support Desk. ※Upon making a reservation, you will receive a blank invitation, which you may use to create invitations which may be given to friends in the same manner as an ordinary item.
※During the ceremony, you and your partner will receive eternity rings in exchange for your promise wristlets. On the day, please ensure that you have your blank invitation, your wristlet, and one free slot in your inventory.
※Within 20 minutes (Earth time) of doors opening, you and your partner must finalize your ceremony plans, after which the guests will be ushered to the ceremony hall. The ceremony will automatically commence 20 minutes (Earth time) from this point. Please be advised that failure to finalize ceremony plans will result in the ceremony’s cancellation.
※This objective may be completed without your partner.
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. I know, I know─it must all seem rather much to remember.
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Summary:
It happened when you were sixteen.
You hadn’t seen it coming. Why would you? Soulmates weren’t a thing by the time you were born. It was an old concept, a montage of grainy, black and white photos you might see in a museum, or the history channel if there was nothing else to watch.
And yet, it happened to you.
Notes:
This is my first time writing a soulmate au, so be gentle 🙂
Let me know what you think!
I am on tumblr now, and I’ll probably post this fic on there soon. Come say hi!
Chapter 1: JBB
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It happened when you were sixteen.
You hadn’t seen it coming. Why would you? Soulmates weren’t a thing by the time you were born. It was an old concept, a montage of grainy, black and white photos you might see in a museum, or the history channel if there was nothing else to watch.
The last recorded soulmate pairing happened in 1967. Ethel and Barry Manigold, from Des Moines, Iowa. You had remembered reading an article about the couple not long before, now old and gray, happy to have lived their lives together with their literal other half. Even back then, pairings had basically gone extinct, but against all odds they found each other. There had been a picture with the two of them, smiling and holding up their left wrists to display their marks, the visible manifestation of a bond that transcended space, time, or logic.
It was a sweet story, but it marked the end of that era of human history. Experts postulated that pairings phased out with the advancement of technology. People didn’t need markings to bring them together, to fall in love and procreate. A plane ticket, a car ride, the click of a mouse could bring people together better than anything else. “Soulmate” was just a word now, a whimsical title lovers gave each other that didn’t hold any true weight. Soulmates just weren’t a thing anymore.
And yet, it happened to you.
It was a day that was seared in your memory, one that rocked the very foundation of your life up until that point.
You were in history class, barely paying attention. You should have been since the midterm was coming up soon, but that hadn’t been your biggest concern. You were mostly concerned about the winter dance that was happening that Friday. You had already gotten a pretty dress, one that you hoped would impress Nathan Farris, who you had a big crush on.
In fact, Nathan sat directly in front of you during history. You had been watching the back of his head when Mrs. Friedman had changed slides on the projector that day, displaying a picture that would change your life forever.
“Okay, so now we’re going to talk about a turning point during the Second World War,” you heard your teacher say, your eyes still on Nathan’s thick curls. You were obsessed with the tendrils at the nape of his neck, and it was a struggle every day not to reach out and stroke them.
“During the war, the U.S. government had developed a secret super-soldier program, one that aimed to create genetically modified soldiers that were stronger and faster than the average man. Can anyone tell me the name of the first and only successful participant of this program?” Mrs. Friedman asked the class, her eyes expectant.
“Steve Rogers,” you heard Sadie Winlow call out, and you rolled your eyes, though they promptly returned to Nathan’s curls. Sadie was the biggest ass-kisser in your class, and she thought she was the smartest too, though her grades would say otherwise. You couldn’t stand her, and you figured there was hardly anyone in the entire school who could.
“Yes, Sadie,” Mrs. Friedman said, and you could tell she was stifling a sigh. “Steve Rogers is correct. He would become Captain America, and lead a group of men called the Howling Commandos. They were instrumental in the war effort, particularly when it came to Hydra, a secret division of the Nazis,” she said, clicking the slide once more.
That’s when you looked up and saw him. Not Captain America, though he was in the middle of the sepia photo displayed at the front of the room. No, your eyes landed straight on the man to the Captain’s right. He had short, dark hair, slicked back and parted at the side. His skin looked smooth and alabaster, his jawline sharp, a little dip in the middle of his chin. He looked young, perhaps only a few years older than you when the photo was taken. He was in uniform, carrying a rifle in his hand, looking off to the side at some point beyond the camera, his jaw set, his face determined.
You couldn’t tell what color they were, you couldn’t even really see them too well from where you were sitting, but you were enraptured by them. Despite the look on his face, despite the surroundings and circumstances around him, his eyes looked kind and warm. Your breathing grew uneven as you continued to look at the photo, the rest of the class fading away, your teacher’s voice becoming a dim buzzing in your ear. Nothing existed at that moment but you and that man in the photo.
You didn’t know who he was, you didn’t know his name, you shouldn’t have cared, but your heart was seized by something foreign, something you couldn’t explain, and it was drawing you to this unknown man at lightning speed. It was a feeling that was beyond you; you couldn’t control it, and you were being consumed by it.
That’s why it took you so long to notice that your wrist was on fire. It was the only thing that pulled your attention away from the man in the picture. You looked down at your wrist, and it was red and angry, tiny irritated bumps dotting the skin there. You hissed when you touched it, the burning only getting worse by the moment. Tears sprang up in your eyes, and you covered your wrist with your other hand as best you could, hiding it in your lap with gritted teeth.
You looked up to see Nathan looking back at you, a wrinkle between his brows, a slight pout on his lips. You opened your mouth to respond to him, but no words came out. You felt pressure build in you, like a boulder was placed on your chest, crushing against your rib cage and starving your organs of oxygen. Your eyes slid past Nathan, something that would have been impossible only minutes before, and you looked at the photo of the Howling Commandos again, at him, and you were gone.
More tears spilled onto your cheeks, not just because of your burning wrist, but because of the desperate tug you felt to the man in the photo, the searing need you had to be near him, to know him, to hear his voice, to feel his skin. But he was a photo, a flat image that could offer you nothing. It was excruciating.
“Seriously, Y/n, are you okay?” you heard Nathan say through your tears, adjusting himself in his seat so that he was facing you more fully.
You needed him, that man in the photo. You needed him, and he wasn’t there, and your heart was splitting in two.
You jolted from your desk, your chair falling behind you with a loud, rattling bang. You could barely see as you rushed through the row of desks to the classroom door, dimly hearing Mrs. Friedman calling out to you. You ran to the bathroom, past the neat line of classroom doors on either side of the hallway, and you bolted yourself in one of the cold, metal stalls. You sat on the toilet and grasped your head between your hands, trying to focus on your breathing and not the grief that was coursing through you.
You sobbed. Big, ugly, shuddering sobs that echoed against the tiled walls of the bathroom, ones that shook your whole body and rubbed your throat raw. You wrapped your arms around yourself, grasping at the fabric of your shirt and jeans, rocking back and forth, trying to ground yourself again. You felt hollow, emptier than you ever had, more alone than you ever had.
Eventually, the sobbing stopped, reduced down to weak and wheezing breaths that came deep and slow. You felt yourself coming back from the ledge, something resembling normalcy, though you knew you were forever changed.
You sighed deeply, tilting your head back and closing your eyes, your mind piecing together what just happened as salty tears evaporated against your cheeks. You absently scratched at your wrist, and that’s when you saw it.
Three simple letters, thin and black, rimmed with red, as if they were freshly needled onto your skin.
You stared at the initials, you stared at them until they looked less like letters and more like undecipherable hieroglyphs. But you knew. You knew in your core what those letters meant, what they were connected to, who they were connected to.
You thought back to Ethel and Barry, that sweet picture of them with their left wrists held up to the camera, proudly displaying the three letters etched into their skin for life, the marks that brought them together against all odds.
You didn’t know what those letters stood for, but you knew they belonged to him. The man in the photo, the man who fought alongside Captain America decades before you even existed.
You knew that you belonged to him. Somehow, through the pain still pulsing in your chest, it was a comforting thought. Somehow, you almost felt whole.
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