LINKDING

<blockquote>Jingyi has his hands up immediately, ready to fire a warning talisman. “Who are you?” “Jingyi, it’s me. It’s Sizhui.” “I don’t know any Sizhui. How do you know my name?” / Something has gone wrong with the world. The worst part is, Sizhui's the only one who realizes it.</blockquote>

<blockquote>"I've read about this somewhere," Shang Qinghua said, tapping her chin. "You wrote it," Peerless Cucumber snapped. "Chapter 258, remember?" "Haha," Shang Qinghua said. "No." She thought for a moment. "This isn't one of the curses we'd have to get married to break, right?"</blockquote>

<blockquote>No one has ever seen the Peak Lord of An Ding's face. Rumors abound about what lies under his veil. Some say he's a calamitous beauty, prettier than the Liu siblings combined. Others say he's too hideous for mortal eyes to behold. Shang Qinghua knows there's nothing special about his face. Except for the soulmark that's bound him to Mobei-jun since he was two years old. Hey, System, what's with this plot deviation? Even the golden protagonist didn't have a soulmate! Shang Qinghua is a villain, not a potential wife! Give this poor author a break, okay?</blockquote>

<blockquote>Lan Zhan does not expect his life to change at six-thirty in the evening in the middle of the week. Or: When you touch your soulmate for the first time, you remember your past life together. When Lan Zhan touches Wei Ying, he watches him die.</blockquote>

<blockquote>In a world where soulmates are connected by a red thread, Liu Qingge has no interest in getting to know somebody who’s made his hatred of him clear. But there’s more to Shen Qingqiu than meets the eye, and the two soulmates receive a little help to reach some sort of understanding.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Five universes that Murderbot doesn't have to deal with.</blockquote>

<blockquote>"Behold, the story that dares to ask the question: What if your soulmate was shitty?"</blockquote> ➤ I like that although Haley is indeed shitty, there are indications that he's not, like, unredeemable, and that Bailey made his own mistakes too in their relationship, and they've just both been bad for each other. but the possibility of them being together again in a future life isn't out of the question. ➤ but tbh Raven is so great and deserves better than Bailey! idkkkkk I really enjoyed reading about their developing friendship and relationship, but even the happy ending of the two of them going off together felt more bittersweet than anything? ➤ also though the worldbuilding was fascinating and so were all the characters and I kind of want fic of this now??

<blockquote>Many people, when they are blessed with a goose, take it as life direction. They learn from it. Alex chooses a different course.</blockquote> ➤ one of those soulmate matchmaking geese fics

<blockquote>Mission: What If? Fated Lovers On Another Planet has successfully been activated! This is Shang Qinghua's fault.</blockquote> ➤ kind of... weirdly wistful and lovely, and both sad and happy at the same time? anyway it's great ➤ series consists of: invisible strings cut me open, heal me fine

<blockquote>'Madam Meiyin said: “Milord’s fated lover pays very little attention to others. But the moment they come to care about someone, they will care with their entire heart and soul.”' Shen Yuan transmigrates into Proud Immortal Demon Way with a firmly-tied red string of fate. It takes Luo Binghe roughly two hours to notice this.</blockquote> ➤ Aww it's sweet! Love getting to see how naive and vulnerable sqq is at the start, from lbh's pov

<blockquote>David Galen's soulmate is Gregor Vorbarra. Duv wishes soulmates had stayed on Komarr, where they belonged.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Fuck, he had totally walked into a set, hadn’t he? The beautiful, ethereal looking actor in his period piece outfit was pissed and waiting to tear him a new one, if the expression was any clue. One moment the man was up, and then, the next second, he had gracefully jumped from the wall in front of Wei Ying, who, only by the strength of his will, did not scream in alarm. He did yelp a little. But very manfully. “No entry after daybreak,” said the man, and his voice was deeper than Wei Ying could’ve guessed. “How did you get past the wards?” or, modern!wwx takes a wrong turn and ends up in the cultivation world</blockquote>

<blockquote>"How did you lose it?" Coronabeth asked, more softly than her sister's shrill voice. The group assembled at Canaan House barely knew her, and yet here they were, asking the most irritatingly personal questions, and acting as if they were being kind and thoughtful by prying into her secrets. "I dropped my pen into a vat of acid and reached in to grab it without thinking," Harrow said dryly. Coronabeth recoiled, screwing up her pretty nose. Ianthe looked unsure whether to believe her or not. Their meatslab of cavalier just stared blankly. "The Daughter of the Ninth House was blessed in this manner from her birth, as a symbol of her strength and power over the mysteries of necromancy," Ortus interjected. Harrow glared at him. "Oh," Coronabeth said, an expression of disgusting sympathy on her flawless face. "But then you would never have known who your soulmate was!" Harrow's glare intensified. "My soulmate is bones."</blockquote> ➤ au but not really, it fits into the second book's thing it's doing

<blockquote>There’s a thousand different ways to fill in a soulmark, of course, but Jaskier already knows the way his soulmate’s will—they’ll hear him sing, obviously, and that’ll be that. It’s the only thing he’s good at, so what else could it possibly be? He’s not going to be rescuing any fair damsels or making any brilliant discoveries or anything like that, and one’s soulmate only recognizes them when one does something special in front of them. So it’s very unfair, he thinks, that Geralt doesn’t have to do a damn thing at all.</blockquote> ➤ series consists of: wanna hold him, maybe I'll just sing about it can you help me unravel my latest mistake

<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"