#i would also be a little salty if my equally eternal soulmate fell in love

[caker-baker]

Eternally Yours

“They’re not like us.”

“I know”

“They never will be.”

“I know.”

The villain sighed at the hero’s resolve, and stared them down with a stony gaze. “I have to be older than you.”

“Oh?” The hero entertained the idea for a second, still not looking at the villain. “What makes you say that?”

“The light in your eyes hasn’t died yet.”

That did make the hero glance over briefly, catching the villain’s near glare, but they just as quickly refocused on the sunset, allowing their arms to rest on the trunk of the tree.

“They’ll turn on you.” The villain continued.

“Inevitably.”

“You’ll end up like me. Old, tired, nowhere to go, nothing to do except grab for power and demand respect.”

“I am old. I am tired.”

The villain scoffed. “Please. You still have hope. Write me when you get chased out of your first village.”

Despite the fact that the day did come where the hero was turned on, despite the fact they were chased out of their home, despite the fact that the villain was right, the hero never wrote them.

The villain kept watch, though.

“How did it feel?” They emerged from the shadows, not at all scaring the hero, still trekking to their next home.

“Can’t say it didn’t hurt.” The hero shrugged, letting the plants under their feet grow just a bit more.

The villain noticed.

“You’re angry.”

The villain was happy.

“No.” The hero disagreed, and the plants stopped responding to their call. “No, I’m just happy I got to stay as long as I did.”

“How can you be like me?” The villain asked. “We’re so different.”

“I like my calling much more over your shadows.”

“Anyone would prefer the ability to nurture life over shrouding the world in darkness.”

The hero laughed, it almost made the villain stop in their tracks.

“How often do you hear someone laugh, Villain?”

In theory, the villain heard laughter a million times over. This was different. This was a sound of joy that reached the villain’s soul the way most things couldn’t.

So, the villain didn’t answer, and just cleared their throat.

“Write me when it happens again. I mean it.”

The villain was gone.

It took a little longer the next time around, for the hero learned to better cover their tracks, but it didn’t last.

For the second time in their life as a hero, they were chased away.

For the third time in their life as a hero, the villain appeared.

“It’s troublesome, tracking you down. Writing me would save the worry.”

“I didn’t have much access to stationary.” The hero teased, and the tree branch they were sitting on creaked, another response to the hero’s touch.

The villain did have to look up at the hero, which was a bother, but they could climb.

And the hero waited.

“I see you’ve bettered your calling.” They said, looking at the cluster of trees that popped up overnight.

“It was an accident.” The hero defended. “It’s kind of new.”

“Aren’t you also old and tired?” The villain quipped. “Were you really just living for years thinking you wouldn’t die, with no inkling of a idea that you could have a calling?”

The hero blushed.

“Oh.” The villain sucked in a breath. “You need to get it under control before you try for the next miserable little village.”

“Avoid the Westlands.” The villain continued. “There are so few with callings left already. They’ve begun killing those even suspected.”

“Thank you.”

It had been a while since the villain was thanked.

They disappeared in a flourish of darkness.

It was the Westlands the hero went to. It was the Westlands the villain furiously traveled to, all the while wondering how the hero managed the faster pace between the two.

They didn’t wait for the hero to be hurt this time.

“What are you doing?” The villain hissed, dragging them to the edge of the wood on the Westland border. “I told you what they’re doing here, I warned you.”

“I want to help the others who have callings. I want to help the ones wrongly accused.”

“You fool!” The villain threw up their wall of shadows, and continued pulling the hero along with them. “You blithering ass!”

The roots of the trees grew larger under the villain’s feet.

“Stop it!” The hero shouted, pulling back, letting the villain trip over the roots. “I’m going to help them.”

“Like the hells you are.” The villain shot back, recovering from their stumble quickly. “They’ll kill you faster than any of them for daring to sympathize.”

“So instead I’ll live on knowing I could have helped my people and didn’t.”

That struck a nerve with the villain. Were they not helping one of their people right now? Were they not trying to save the hero from certain death?

“If you die-” the villain snarled, and turned slowly to face the hero. “I will never forgive you.”

The hero smiled.

The villain fled to the Eastlands to reign further terror along their path.

This time, the hero chased after them.

“You need to stop, please.” The hero said softly next to the villain, who was content in watching the flames burn brighter. “All the people are already out.”

“I noticed you sneaking around with them, my dear. I could have stopped you ten times over.”

The threat was clear: I can be worse.

“Won’t this further hurt our kind? Knowing it was one of us who did this?” The hero gently placed a hand on the villain’s shoulder, who placed their hand on top of the hero’s.

“I wasn’t caught. I never get caught outside of the west. Besides, they were starting too think too much like the Westlands.” Their grip on the hero’s hand tightened. “How many years was it? No word from you. Knowing I couldn’t do this to the Westlands without all the blame being pinned on us.”

“Did you-” the hero thought over their words. “Did you do this for me?”

“I did it because I was angry, my dear. But I was angry for you.” The villain removed their hand, and cleared their throat. “How many did you save?”

The hero’s eyes lost just a bit of shine. “I waited, for so long. There were hardly any with actual callings. Just the accused. It’s like it’s just us.”

Not such a bad thing. The villain thought.

They didn’t stop their crimes, especially the ones that caught the hero’s attention.

“When I heard of a new lordship, I didn’t think that meant-”

“That it was me and my power grab?”

“I knew you were somewhere near the north.”

The villain tsked. “They’ve given it a name since the commoners revolted, with my support, naturally.”

“Commoners?” The hero repeated, stepping back.

“That’s what they are.” It was pushed aside, quickly, quietly, like all the things the villain did. “Come along, we have plenty to do now that you’re here.”

“I’m not staying.” They stepped back again. “I came to petition the new lordship for our people’s protection.”

“Already done. Outlawed on my land. It’s become a safe haven to whoever’s left.”

“Why was the Westlander Militia symbol on your guard’s post?”

The villain’s eyes snapped up. “Deals were made. You can help now that you’re here.”

“I’m not staying. There’s more work to be done.”

“It can be done here.” The villain snarled. “I’ve waited for you for years to come to your senses.”

“Wait a few years more.”

“If you leave now,” the villain interrupted the hero’s angry walkout. “You’ll never have my power in your hands again.”

The hero never even hesitated.

It kept on, decades at a time. One chased after the other, to persuade, to stop, to comfort.

“You can’t make-” the villain sighed, and placed their arms around the sobbing hero. “You can’t make attachments, please, love, say this will be the last one.”

“It can’t only be us.” The hero hissed through their tears. “How is it only us?”

The villain had seen this before, the eventual break of the mind, wanting for a release, for companions as eternal as you, waiting for the moment death would allow you to see them again. The villain had been in the same break before meeting the hero.

For the first time in their long history, the villain gave them space.

But it took too long.

Their world melted into modernization, the age of callings over, the age of superpowers beginning.

There still weren’t enough of them, and the public opposed the young new heroes too much.

So, the villain did what they did best. They grabbed for power, and fought back in the most immoral ways they knew how. Against the government they had their hands in, and against the perception of the public they couldn’t seem to touch.

But it took too long. The villain was lonely. And the villain began searching.

They liked the modern age for that reason - it made finding people so much easier. Maybe not the people who hadn’t been born in this era, but everyone had something to follow, even if it was just one second of their face in a traffic camera.

The villain would know them anywhere.

And the villain followed. When they reached the end of the trail, they did not approve of the hero’s current living situation.

Nothing dire, but all too meek for the villain’s taste.

Miles and miles outside city limits was the hero, in some field in some farmhouse with no farm. The hero could grow one if they wanted to, meaning the lack of flora was a choice.

When the villain knocked on the door, they expected the hero to answer with a sigh of disapproval, a click of the tongue.

They didn’t expect it to slam right back in their face.

The villain had hardly glanced at the hero’s face, and that was the most infuriating part. Their counterpart should have known how lonely it was, how delightful it was to see some familiarity in a constantly evolving world.

Breaking the door down wasn’t the smartest move, maybe, but it got the job down.

“Hero!” The villain shouted, trying to sense them among the kitschy decor.

Naturally, the hero was halfway out the spare room’s window, and the villain picked up on it. They knew the hero, more than the hero would like to admit.

They covered the spare room in darkness the second they crossed the door frame. Immediately, something inched up and around the villain’s legs.

Of course the hero kept plants in their home. It didn’t matter, the villain could see through their own cloak, and the hero couldn’t, still blindly reaching for the edges of the window.

“Talk to me, damnit!” The villain shouted, pulling the crook of the hero’s arm back, pinning their back against the villain’s chest.

“Let go of me!” The hero shrieked. “I want nothing to do with you.”

The darkness dissipated.

“Since when?” The villain shot back, trying to ignore the greenery growing higher on their body. “What’s happened, my dear?”

The hero tried to push off of them, but the villain was the one doing large acts of terror with nearly no one to stop them, the hero, it seemed, hadn’t been doing much to keep up with the villain’s physique.

“You happened!” The hero shouted. “You and your damned fighting with the public.”

“You could have come and stopped me at any time.” The villain hissed into the hero���s ear.

“And you could let me go.”

The villain froze. They didn’t want to, and they especially didn’t want to admit it.

“Give-” they cleared their throat. “Give me a few minutes more, please.”

At that, the hero went silent, and obliged the villain’s request.

“Thank you.” The villain planted a light kiss to the top of the hero’s head. “Don’t run away.”

For what seemed like the millionth time in their lives, the villain let go of the hero.

For the first time in a while, the hero stayed.

With a wave of the hero’s hand, the plants creeping up the villain fell to the ground.

“What do you want?” The hero demanded, finally turning to face the villain.

The villain had to suck in a breath. It had been so long since they had been able to fully see them in all their glory.

“You’re taking too long. I was giving you time and space, but it’s been-”

“I know how long it’s been.” The hero cut off the villain. “It was intentional.”

That hurt. But they would especially never admit it out loud.

“I need more time.” The hero added as an afterthought.

“Really, my dear.” The villain scoffed. “It’s been plenty of-”

“You don’t get to decide how I grieve. I loved her.”

Oh. This was the route the hero was going.

Fine then, the villain could play this cruel game.

“Love?” They repeated, shoving their hands in their pockets. “Love is something people like us can’t afford. Love isn’t some game we get to play.”

“It’s not a game!” The hero protested. “You’re saying you’ve never been in love?”

Never with the wrong person.

“I fancy myself a patient person, my dear, but I draw the line at love.”

“You don’t draw lines at anything! You don’t get to decide anything about me!”

“I’m far too perfectly aware. If I had my way, you’d never leave my side, you wouldn’t insist on doing things the kind way.” The villain’s lip curled. “You wouldn’t fall in love with the wrong people.”

Oh. So this was about jealousy.

It was not a shocking realization to the hero. They wondered, in fact, how they didn’t see it before.

“Spare me your melodramatics.” The hero mumbled. “You’ve had just as long as me to find someone new.”

“How did that work out for you?”

The hero took a visible step away that time.

“Falling in love,” the villain stepped forward. “Is foolish. Having room for anyone but the people like you is selfish.”

“Selfish?” The hero repeated in disbelief. “You’re calling me selfish? You’ve done more to harm our image than protect it! All for the sake of some petty vengeance story.” They steadied themselves in a protective stance.

“We’re really going to do this?” The villain smiled. “We’ve had our squabbles, but this one could level the city, even with the distance.”

“I won’t let that happen.”

In the end, there wasn’t much to be said about the fight to end all fights. Everything succumbed to darkness, even the creation of life itself.

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[thepokyone]

Much Love, Padfoot

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Content/Warnings: angst; fluff

Words: 1544

A/N: So I am incredibly proud of this one, I think it ended up turning out absolutely amazing and I am so excited for you guys to be able to read it. Also, another Ben Barnes gif since he just makes such a good Sirius so I’ll largely be using him for my Sirius writings from now on. This was a request from an anon for 4. Soulmate au and 29. “I’m never letting you out of my sight ever again.” Enjoy, guys!

You were fifteen years old when you first met Sirius Black. Hogwarts was a large school, and the two of you were in different houses, so it wasn’t completely unsurprising that the two of you hadn’t met. You had knew of him, of course - who didn’t? He was the handsome Gryffindor who was friends with equal heartthrob James Potter.

So yes, you knew of Sirius Black. What you didn’t know was that Sirius Black just happened to also be your soulmate. You probably wouldn’t have known beforehand anyways, as the soulmark tattoos every witch and wizard was born with - as it was different for muggles - was the shape of their soulmate’s Patronus.

That meant that during one DADA lesson, when a huge dog burst out of his wand and a majestic eagle out of yours, that the two of you just knew. He approached you after class, self-assured smile for once missing from his face, and the two of you had been together ever since. Granted, you didn’t actually start dating him for a few months after the two of you found out, but you and he had become so inseparable from that moment on that whether or not you were actually dating became irrelevant.

And for a while, the two of you were happy. But then James and Lily were murdered, Peter died, and Sirius was hauled off to Azkaban for killing Peter along with twelve muggles and supposedly being You-Know-Who’s second in command. You didn’t believe a word of it, especially since Sirius had told you that he was making Peter the secret keeper for the Potters instead of himself.

With one fell swoop, your life had been destroyed. The Potters dead, Peter a traitor, and Sirius in Azkaban - it was almost too much to bear. To make matters worse, Remus had disappeared, not that you blamed him - but that left you to go through the darkest portion of your life completely alone. Somehow, though, you got through it.

Then the unthinkable happened, and Sirius’ face was splashed across every newspaper, magazine, and muggle television available. He had escaped from Azkaban. He sent you an incredibly short letter via owl several days later - it was more of a note, really.

Am safe. Will visit when heat has died down. Much love, Padfoot

That was the most you heard from Sirius for a long time. In fact, June had came and passed before he wrote to you again, this letter much longer than the last.

Dearest Y/N, I am safe. I traveled a ways south, where I’m less likely to be found. I don’t want to give an exact location in case my letter is intercepted. I’m sorry I didn’t write sooner - I wanted to make sure I diverted the Ministry away before I started sending letters. They all know you’re my soulmate and I didn’t want them to arrest you thinking you were harboring me. I reunited with Harry at Hogwarts - he’s a spitting image of James, and just like him, too. I’m sure you’ve heard by now that Remus taught at Hogwarts for a spell before Snivellus outed him as a werewolf. And perhaps most importantly: Peter is still alive. He’s been hiding with a pureblooded family called the Weasleys as a rat for the past 13 years and has escaped to who-knows-where, so be on your guard, alright? I don’t want anything to happen to you. I’ve missed you deeply over the past 12 years and I hope we can be together again soon. Much love, Padfoot

That letter left you on a high for days. Sirius was safe, and doing well, from the sound of it, which was fantastic news. You had sat down to owl him a letter back immediately. It was three pages front-and-back that was filled with both what he had missed over the past 12 years and sappy declarations of how much you loved him. After being around the Dementors for so long, you knew he needed to hear it.

Another month passed before you received any letter of particularly great importance. It was what you had been longing to hear ever since Sirius had managed his escape from Azkaban.

My star, I hope you’re well, and if not, I have some news that should no doubt brighten your day. I got a letter from Harry no doubt several days ago by the time you receive this. He explained that his scar was bothering him and that the last time it had happened was when Voldemort was at Hogwarts. So now I’m traveling up not only to be able to keep a closer eye on him, but also because visiting you is something that is long past due. I won’t be permanently moving in with you, as that’s much too risky, but I’ll be able to stop by regularly. All goes well I should be arriving within the next few days. I can’t wait to see you. Much love, Padfoot

Those next few days were some of the most agonizingly long ones of your life. Every sound had you looking out the window, searching for any sign of Sirius. You were starting to fear that something had happened to him when there was scratching at your door, and you flung it open to reveal Sirius in his animagus form.

“Sirius,” You breathed, beaming from ear to ear, as he trotted inside, tail waving back and forth. You shut the door, using your wand to wave all the curtains and blinds in your home shut. Moments later, Sirius the man, rather than Sirius the dog, stood in your hallway. He was skinnier than you remembered, and there was a haunted look in his eyes that hadn’t been there before, but he was still your Sirius.

There was a pause, a moment of absolute stillness that seemed to span on for an eternity. It took two strides for him to cross the gap between you, wrapping you in a tight embrace which you eagerly returned. His cheek was pressed against your head, and your face was buried into the crook of his neck. Sirius was trembling, and a hitch in his breathing told you he was crying silently. It took a moment for you to realize that you were, too.

Sirius pulled from you only far enough to crash his lips to yours in a salty, desperate kiss that spoke of sadness and love and twelve year’s lost time. You only broke apart when your lungs were crying out for air, and even then it was reluctant.

“I missed you so much,” Sirius said raggedly, eyes tinged with red and voice raspy with emotion. “Merlin, I missed you. Every day, I’d see the eagle on my wrist, and I’d cling to your memory - even if it was just the bad ones. I would not let the dementors take you from me.”

“You idiot,” You cried, resting your forehead against his chest. “What were you thinking? Azkaban could have killed you. I’m never letting you out of my sight ever again.”

Such a thing was impossible, of course, but it had its desired effect. Sirius gave a sort-of laugh and a slight smile. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

He had to leave again after the two of you had spent a little over a day together. It was only a taste of what life could have been like if he hadn’t been arrested, but you wanted more. He would visit a of couple times a month - he didn’t want to risk your safety by raising suspicion. The two of you would, however, regularly exchange letters, and for the time being that would be enough. Many months passed before you got a not-entirely surprising letter, however - with Cedric Diggory’s death and whispers of You-Know-Who’s return it was only a matter of time until you got word from Albus Dumbledore himself inviting you back to the Order of the Phoenix.

You sent an owl back, accepting his invitation to rejoin the never-ending fight, and received another from Sirius a few days later. It made your heart skip and even though you knew of the darkness that was coming, it made things a fair amount brighter. Your wish had came true.

My dearest, Dumbledore told me you accepted his request to rejoin the Order. The news of that shouldn’t make me happy, what with how dangerous things have become, but it has nonetheless as I have received good news because of it. Dumbledore knows of our relationship and has suggested that you come and stay with me. Of course I would love to have you, both because it means you’ll be with me and because you’ll be a great deal safer. It is, however, completely up to you. I won’t reveal where I am in case the owl is intercepted, but someone will come fetch you if you owl back accepting my invitation. I hope you’re doing alright, and if all goes well I should be seeing you within the next week. Stay safe, and please reach out if you think anything is amiss. I couldn’t handle losing you for a second time. Much love, Padfoot

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