LINKDING

<blockquote>Sometimes they’ll also ask him why he hasn’t gone out and chased his soulbond yet. Jim will point to the sky, and say, “The moon’s always there, babe. Don’t need to go chasin’ after her.” It is January, year 2063. Humanity has quietly achieved interstellar travel, and Jim Kirk’s soulbond stretches into the stars.</blockquote>

<blockquote>GQ doesn't think about his mark much. He doesn't have to. It's standard procedure for ARGUS personnel, for all kinds of reasons—not least so a mark can't be used against an agent, so they can't be set up by a false match. Touching is all it takes to light a mark, yeah, and then the jig's up; but if somebody's close enough to touch your mark, they're also close enough to shove a knife between your ribs. So when GQ joined up, his got tattooed over. It was weird at first, looking down and seeing that thick black square on his forearm instead of the familiar faint gray pattern. It's like documents, GQ thinks sometimes, classified—blacked out. Redacted. (Or: GQ's mark isn't visible, and he assumes the mutant killer crocodile guy doesn't have one. Then Midway City happens to them, and everything changes.)</blockquote>

<blockquote>Esca learns the Latin word by accident, from Stephanos of all people. Soul-mate.</blockquote>

<blockquote>After the Battle of Waterloo, Mrs. Fitzwilliam becomes the new favorite of the Duke of Wellington... just in time to support him through a messy, ahistoric divorce. Things only get more complicated from there. Otherwise known as, "A tumblr anon asked, "If you're ever so bored as to be looking for something ridiculous to fill a prompt- Elizabeth takes him up on his offer? Sees if the 'Iron' Duke lives up to his name?" and I COMMITTED." Part of my "Ever-Fixed Mark" soulmate AU, though it does not deserve the dignity of a title from a Shakespearean sonnet. It gets a Harlequin Romance title instead.</blockquote> ➤ au of "An Ever-Fixed Mark" by amarguerite.

<blockquote>Alternate ending to "An Ever-Fixed Mark," diverging from chapter ten, on. The Battle of Waterloo ends just a little bit differently for Elizabeth and Colonel Fitzwilliam.</blockquote>

<blockquote>One would think that having the name of one's soulmate appear on one's wrist on one's sixteenth birthday would make matrimony much less complicated. It mostly does not. And not at all for Miss Elizabeth Bennet of Longbourne. (A deconstruction of the "soulmate identifying mark" trope, using "Pride and Prejudice." Trigger warnings in the tags.)</blockquote> ➤ This is the main fic in the series and ultimately ends as Elizabeth/Darcy. ➤ Alternate endings: That Looks On Tempests for the Elizabeth/Colonel Fitzwilliam ending A Dalliance With The Duke for the Elizabeth/Duke of Wellington ending

<blockquote>Julian has no soulmark. He knows what that must mean, and he's learned to accept it. Meeting Garak, getting to know him, is almost enough to make him think—but it's not possible. Garak must have a soulmate, and there's simply no way it could be Julian. Right? (Or: five times Julian thought he was alone, plus the time he realized he'd been wrong all along.)</blockquote>

<blockquote>Sometimes they’ll also ask him why he hasn’t gone out and chased his soulbond yet. Jim will point to the sky, and say, “The moon’s always there, babe. Don’t need to go chasin’ after her.”   It is January, year 2063. Humanity has quietly achieved interstellar travel, and Jim Kirk’s soulbond stretches into the stars.</blockquote>

<blockquote>It is good for a man to find his basheret. How long may he search for her?</blockquote> ➤ or: the Jewish soulmate au, omg, this is amazing

<blockquote>So here is 2,000 words unpacking this old Tumblr post about e/R soulmark AUs, which still gets reblogged now and again ,and gets the best angry retags. Will there be more of this story ever? IDK does the world really need lots of depressed, cynical rambling about the classist/racist/colonialist assumptions that underlie “words on the wrist” scenarios and then everybody dies?</blockquote> ➤ aww yeah my kind of soulmate/soulmark fic ➤ also on ao3 at http://archiveofourown.org/works/3394883 where it is titled "J'ai fort lu Platon, mais rien ne m'en reste"