The Soul Bond Meme

[disassembling]

"I can't live without you...literally."

Wake up. Do what you have to. Work. School. Save the world. Avenge your father's death. Go back to sleep. Average day, for human, demon, sailor scout, angel, slayer, what have you. Though there's some part of you that wonders, in the back of your mind, if this is the day you'll meet your bond.

Because your world is just like ours - or how yours was, in another universe - but with one addition: the soul bond. The soul bond is a concept as old as time itself. People don't question the process, it just is. Some say that it comes from the beginning of time, where each soul was created in a pair, and throughout the lifetimes those souls are reborn into, they search for each other. This is the soul bond. Even if that's mostly faded into myth, it's generally excepted that there is only only one person for anyone. So, soulmates.

Not exactly. Soul bonds are more. They are about the joining of bodies: sexually and psychically. The bond isn't necessarily about love, though the close connection facilitates that emotion growing, and some fondness does appear in almost every case. It's bigger than love, bigger than hate, bigger than anything else; it's finding yourself in someone else, and your never wanting to lose that. Needless to say, the soul bond is the cornerstone of life and society. Marriage is reserved for the bonded, and you're expected to be searching for that other half. There's a good biological reason for that, too, as the unbonded cannot reproduce and those who have not found their bond are doomed to die extremely early in comparison to their peers and in a most painful, withering fashion. Who would want that?

In this world, sex is had with those who are not the other half of your bond, even if society considers that frivolous. For the truth is, sex with any other will never be as good as sex with your other half. When you make love to someone who isn't yours, you'll know it. It's a disappointment.

When you so much as see your bond for the first time, or at least for the first time after you've reached sexual maturity, you'll know, even if you're already "with" someone else. The signs are inescapable. You'll know it's them. You'll become hyper-focused on them, your heart will race, your muscles tighten, your brain shoot off every signal it nose...and you will become aroused beyond belief. Any arousal you've had prior pales in comparison. So go ahead, if you don't want a bond, ignore it. Try. It won't work. The more you ignore it, the more control you'll lose. Did I forget to mention? In this world, sexual drives are a little more animalistic than usual. They would have to be when the mainstay of the races is a sexual-based bond. Those who try to ward off the desire to become one with their other half can achieve mild success - until they absolutely lose themselves. It's not uncommon to see bonds going at it in the streets, unabashed and unashamed, for trying to hold off the inevitable. Sex between bonds in public, generally, is not looked down upon.

You've given in. Of course you did. But what now? The first time you have sex with your bond, it will be beyond compare. You will share memories with each other, as this is the opening of your psychic connection with them. Yes, psychic connection. How would you expect to be truly bonded otherwise? How strong this link is depends on how often you have sex. Even at baseline, though, you'll know if your bond is hurt or in trouble. Fair warning: this will pull at that animal brain, and you will go into a beserker mode to get them back with you. Similarly, you will behave in a territorial manner if you feel the bond is threatened; jealousy often results in shameless public sex, in hopes to re-establish the strength of your connection and make your bond realize that YOU'RE the other part of them, no one else. In addition, bonds don't handle separation well and each partner will be antsy and on edge. It can be done, and most pairs do because of work, duties, and life in general, but returns are usually accompanied by sometimes days-long sex sessions.

Aside from those quirks, the bonding process can be quite useful. A bond can calm you down, and sex with your bond can serve as the ultimate relaxer. Your bond is the one who can heal you, and sex boosts your strength and power. Yes, those of you looking to achieve your ultimate goal...or ultimate form. Being a bond makes you stronger. Don't resist, no matter how surly you are.

The bond is no respecter of person. Outside of sexuality such as straight or gay, types or species don't matter. You could be bonded with someone as different from you as night and day. However, no matter what the case, you'll begin to care for them in some fashion. You'll feel the need to be with each other as much as possible, both sexually and otherwise. They'll become the most important person in the world to you. Of course, this is assuming your bond is someone you can feasibly be with. Perhaps there is some truth to that reincarnation business, as sometimes, those souls are reborn into people who are never meant to be bonds - warring tribes, at-odds species, and even relatives or people with a great amount of age between them.

The bond is permanent. This is the person you were meant to be with, after all, until you die (and soul bonds usually die within years of each other). Theoretically, though, it can be broken. Mostly, this is done when one side betrays the other side somehow. As the bond is initiated through sex, it's broken in the same way. What happens next is rarely pretty. Police reports usually find the bodies of the dead bonded, cause of death specifically unknown.

Head spinning yet? It shouldn't be! This is the world you live in.

rules
- Comment with your character, preferences, what you're interested in, and what you're not interested in.
- Crosscanon tagging is expected and encouraged. Mention if you want to make some kind of canon-insertion AU with one of the characters or just have a nebulous AU.


prompts

Meeting - You see your bond in that way for the first time, and it's done. You're done. You have to have them to be complete.

Trying to Fight It - No, you're the type who rebels against this whole "soul bond" system. You're the master of your own design, and you won't give in despite the fact that you could just start masturbating right now.

Failure to Fight - The whole fighting thing didn't work out, and now you're going at each other like you'll die of thirst.

First Time - The legendary first time with soaring sensations, amazing orgasms, and the sharing of memories.

Not the Sharing Type - You're a private person and don't want your brain in someone else's. How can you reconcile this? Maybe doing the act can change your mind. Or maybe you just want relief so badly, you don't care.

Feedback - You feel all of your partners pleasure as well as their pain. If you can't come up with something kinky, I can't help you.

Dirty Thoughts - You know what's naughty? Sending mental images of what you'd like to do to your bond through your connection. It's like mental sexting - or a fun way to torture them.

Learning About Each Other - You're learning what both of you like and don't like and sharing as you go.

Jealousy - Someone tried to approach your bond and it made you a bit miffed. Now it's time for some affirmation of the connection and to make sure that you're still on their mind.

Rough Bond - Your bond is more hate than love sometimes, but it's a thin line. Besides, you still care more about them than anyone else, and god forbid someone hurt them. Besides, rough sex is fun.

Separation - You'll be apart for a while. You need one last hurrah

Reunion - You're back together. Now to make up for lost time. Not just because you want to, either.

Public - Remember how I said sex in public is accepted for bonds. Why not take advantage?

Chasing That High - You keep having sex with people, trying to find you bond.

Chasing That Low - In contrast to the above, you're trying to keep away from a bond by desensitizing yourself to sex.

Bond Party - Some young people throw "mixers" where, hopefully, you may meet your bond. Experimentation is bound to happen...even experimentation with multiple people at the same time, trying to find that one.

Can Never Be - Your bond is with someone you shouldn't have one with. They're your sworn enemy, your teacher, or your sibling. Your body and soul says yes, but your mind says no.

Strengthen - You need energy to defeat the big bad or rule the world. Go to your bond and recharge.

Comfort - A bond is often the only one who can calm their other half down, and that sometimes happens through a grounding via sex, bringing the upset party back to what really matters.

Healing - Healing wounds and healing the connection all comes down to body pressed against body. Just be careful of blood.

Long Time Bond - You've been together for some time now and you know each other like the back of your hands. You can make them come in ten seconds flat if need be, but it's more fun to drag things out, isn't it?

Ritual - You want to make your bond official in the eyes of the government. Unsurprisingly, the marriage ceremony is ritualistic sex.

Impregnation - There's no fertilization between the eggs and sperm of non-bonds, so one surefire way to make sure everything's on the up and up is to get pregnant.
Mind Games - Being psychically connected is all good until they fuck with your head.

Dependency - It's not always easy, being for, all intents and purposes, addicted to a person. You need them like you need breathing, and you'll take what you can even if you're ashamed.

Already with Someone - You love someone, but they're not your bond. Can they keep you when you meet your real bond?

I'm Not Yours, You're Not Mine - You know you're not bonds. Still you want them to stay with you and you'll do anything and try to be better.

False Bond - You thought you were bonded, you really did, until you met them

Faking It - There are benefits to faking a bond, including for safety, financial gain, and to secure alliances. Of course, you can't fake it in the bedroom.

Manipulating - You'll get what you want, even if you have to lie and pretend you're bonded to them...how you can fake that, no one knows, but it's worth a shot.

It's Not Me, It's You - Sometimes, mistakes are made. They're your bond, but you're not theirs.

Break the Bond - Because you have a death wish or a snuff kink.

My Ex-Lover is Dead - Your soul bond is gone and you're trying to fill the gap.

OR MAKE UP YOUR OWN


Now made with 10x more awful because Brock Rumlow is involved in it. I regret nothing and neither should any of you.

Comments

[disassembling]

While he had no preference one way or another for being in a room with another person or not, he found that the fact that she was here with him alone was pleasing on his senses. He relaxed a touch along his shoulders and took the time to watch her from behind his goggles, appraising her as he was supposed to appraise a weapon for correctness. He had no particular attraction one way or another, but he was a little miffed as to why she had been looking at another person. Those sorts of interactions were not something he normally picked up because they were unimportant to him usually.

He tilted his head slightly at her aggravation, not particularly wanting her to go. She reacted to him as some of the technicians did, and he settled a little more on his heels as he watched her move, studying the fluidity of her gait as she walked off from him.

"Are you... mine?"

[cloneororiginal]

Whether it was by chance or rotten luck when she passed him that she heard him. Sarah stopped right by him, feeling his presence wash over hers and felt a sudden wave of calmness and rightness right then. Any other normal person would've stopped, turned around and uttered some corny phrase, but not Sarah. No, nothing good happened to her. She was lucky to be alive. Lucky that she wasn't dying or coughing up blood or labeled as a failure. But if she and him were soul bonds...then they were officially screwed. Utterly screwed. They were products of science and if they were together...who knows what their handlers would want of them.

But as she stayed there, trying to let a lie slip past her lips, she couldn't do it. The bond was there, but it wasn't sealed. She should still be able to give him an easy and simple lie.

"...I don't know," she murmured, telling him a half truth. It was all she could herself to say. When she said those words it felt like someone delivered a blow to her gut. Sarah did the only thing she could do.

She bolted.

[disassembling]

When she passed him, there was a rightness to the short distance between them. He had no idea why that would be as he never felt so drawn to other people, independent as a weapon that he was. He was only slightly drawn to his handlers, but it was more an acknowledgement that they were in position to order him to do as they needed. This was different, more potent and it confused him as much as the very idea that she might actually be his. He didn't own anything save the chair where he so frequently sat for maintenance and preparation work.

He curled a lip behind his mask, sensing that she wasn't telling him everything. When she bolted, his instinct was to pursue. If one was going to act like prey, he would act the predator and frequently did. He closed the distance fast too, exploding into motion and instead of forcing her to the floor, he skidded around her to block the exit with his body. He wasn't even winded.

"Answer."

[cloneororiginal]

There was no point in running from the Soldier. He was known for taking down an army by himself. What chance did a clone have against him? None, that's what, but it was the first thing Sarah had learned. Whenever danger was there, you ran. You ran until you think you're safe, or until you had the upper hand. The next lesson was always come prepared. If she had stuck to her lie, or coldly, she might have avoided the confrontation. She ran down the hall, recalling where each corridor lead to. As long as she avoided the turns that lead to dead ends, she might have a chance.

Her chances went up in flames within a matter of seconds. He was there, blocking her exit. Fuck, she really hated life and HYDRA right now.

She glared at him, wishing his handler would call him back and leave her be. Sarah wanted to be anywhere else but here. If she learned to control her tongue she would not be in this mess. She couldn't lie, nor could she avoid the question itself. Would he beat the answer out of her? What lengths would he go to find out? And why did he care?

"No," Sarah was being foolishly stubborn, but that had always been her flaw.

"I don't have t'answer you."

[disassembling]

It was just the two of them in the room together. When he was on premise, a handler was not required to be stationed with him at all times like on missions. He was more docile on HYDRA bases, able to be commanded by technicians and handlers alike but generally not other soldiers unless it suited him to do so. Normally, aside from debriefings, he had little contact with other soldiers or front line individuals in a similar position to himself. While this wasn't wholly new, it was still different enough to have his full attention.

He didn't pull a knife on her, though he could have given that he was fully armed for combat. He didn't have to pull a weapon on her really; he was stronger and faster than she was and that gave him and advantage that didn't require the use of a weapon.

"Answer. Are you mine?"

[cloneororiginal]

Sarah's glare turned heated. She didn't have to answer him. He wasn't her commanding officer. He wasn't anything to her, but in denying that, it brought another bout of pain for her. She didn't let it register on face, only holding onto her anger to keep up her facade. Why did he want to know?

"I don't have to answer," she growled, preparing to back away from him and sprint in the other direction.

He was more than capable of taking her down, but he continued to ask, trying to drag it out of her. It was more frustrating than anything else.

[disassembling]

He found it interesting that she had the audacity to glare at him when so few were able to. Everyone tended to act as if he were a bomb about to go off or would be frightened of him. Others were abusive to keep him in line, but few people ever glare at him, let alone weapons like himself who tended to keep their distance from him altogether. He only ran the missions with them but often had objectives of his own so didn't spend that much time with them.

No, she didn't have to answer and she clearly was going to resist answering. There were other ways of finding out the answer.

Before she could bolt, he turned away walking to the side panel next to the door for communication with command. He was allowed to use it for requests and to ask mission specific questions. Others tended to use it to lock doors or request backup. He pressed the button to announce himself.

"A clone is refusing an order. My clone, I think. I require clarification."

[cloneororiginal]

Of all the things he could do, requesting for clarification on her. He could beat the answers out of her, use a knife, a gun and point it to her body, but he was requesting information on her. As though HYDRA created a scientific way to determine if two people were meant for each other through their DNA. He was asking a stupid question, one that could get both in trouble for.

"What are you doing?!" Sarah wasn't going to hear the end of this from her handler. They were going to wail on her hide until her rebel streak was crushed to dust. Fear of her handler and being beaten to an inch of her life trumped worrying about a stupid bond. She drew closer to him, ready to force his hand off the communication board.

"Which clone are you referring to?"

"Cancel the order." her tone was demanding, but there was a hint of a plea there. Buried beneath the anger and frustration, there was a plea. The calm sensation and pleasantness began to return, slowly trickling over her body. Sarah held her gaze on his and finally swallowed her pride.

"...I am. I am yours."

[disassembling]

His finger was still on the communication station when she seemed to realize what he was doing, but he had no order to stand down. When something was fitting right, he was allowed and encouraged to ask for clarification to prevent any manner of malfunction for missions and training.

He turned his head when she approached, noting the look on her face and at the question from the dispatcher, he made the decision to not make a big deal out of this since she had given him the information that he wanted and cleared up the potential mess. No doubt someone was going to come down and look into the matter anyway, but his confusion had been clarified and that's all that mattered to him.

"Cancel that. The situation has been dealt with."

He released the button and turned to face her again, tilting his head to the side almost curiously. Slowly, he reached up and removed his goggles, peering at her with blue eyes. "What does that mean?"

[cloneororiginal]

For a brief second, Sarah found herself relaxing. He was canceling the order to have more information pulled up on her. That wouldn't raise too many red flags, but they would still have someone coming to them to ask what the hell went on. It would be easy to fabricate a lie; saying he needed to check to make sure he was getting the right clone and not one that was going to die from respiratory issues. However, that second instantly evaporated. He removed his goggles and Sarah's heart stopped.

He had painfully beautiful and haunting blue eyes she had ever seen.

His words didn't sink into her head instantly. The fact that she was looking at him, making eye contact and was still breathing was astounding. There was a huge part of her that wanted to bridge the gap between them and solidify their bond. She felt herself taking that step closer, forcing her to pay attention. Instead of moving forward, she stepped back.

"It means..." Whoever calls themselves god, or has a hand in fate, really fucking hates her guts.

"We.....we're meant for each other. That other half to yourself, that's what we could be to one another. It means...we're fucking screwed."

[disassembling]

He was used to be stared at, so her gaze was not supposed to bother him at all. There was something about it though that made a strange heat warm his body in a way that hadn't happened before, and he stared at her as he pondered that reaction. Was it a malfunction that required reporting? He hadn't yet determined if it was a malfunction at all, but her eyes were something that drew him as only the orders of his handlers generally only could.

He tilted his head at her explanation, though the idea of being half to begin with was strangely illogical to him. He pondered the idea, taking his time to assess the threat to him by such an explanation.

"Why are we in such danger?"

[cloneororiginal]

If Sarah could plant her palm against her face in a professional and non-stupid looking manner, she would have done so. She thought the man was smart. he was cunning, he was ruthless (and while those were turn ons for her, she had to get a hold of herself), but he couldn't put 2 and 2 together. Instead, she groaned and rolled her eyes. He had no idea what it meant to be bonded, did he? Especially with being bonded in a HYDRA environment.

"Do you like being poked and prodded at? That'll happen if our superiors find out we're bonds and want us to complete it. I'm already a bloody lab rat, I don't need t'be classified as another experiment." The brunette waited for it the information to sink into his skull, all the while resisting the urge to bridge the distance between them. One hand curled into a fist, letting her nails sink in to let the slight pain help her stay focused.

"If they make us fulfill the bond, if you get hurt so do I. If one of us dies, so does the other. If you can't tell, clones aren't exactly healthy." No, one of the flaws within the clone project was the short lifespan of a clone. None of them ever made it to 30 without dying of respiratory failure. Thus far, Sarah was healthy. One of the healthiest around, but she knew what her odds were.

"So just, forget this entire...exchange happened. Clear?"