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being arospec but obsessed with soulmate aus is crazy bc why is it so intriguing when done right
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Do you think spamton and stick would get along or fight like caged feral animals over [KROMER]?
My shitpost headcanon is they're divorced and Mr Stick took everything in the divorce (they had $13 to their name combined) so they hate eachother and will try to rip each other to pieces whenever they see one another
#so yeah they would hate eachother#Mr stick got over the divorce in like 2 days and then he married Burton but spamton still lives his life thinking that stick was his soulma#this is such a stupid crackship headcanon i hate it#pizza tower#deltarune#mr stick#MR STIIIIIIIICK#spamton
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also 🥺 i'm just thinking abt how a few years ago my go live signed album got to me on chans bday... and then today... smth else very important is getting to me on chans bday... 🥺
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“you’re not as cool as you as you think you are”
“but you’re as smart as i know you are”
stfu how dare you, you fucken- are you kidding me- the soulma- you heard the- ohmygod
#sara watches npmd proshot#starkid#npmd#stephanie lauter#peter spankoffski#lautkins#nerdy prudes must die#mariah rose faith casillas#joey richter
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smthng smthng the plate in sydney’s head when she’s visualizing and brainstorming for a dish being the exact same plate that carmy picks for the restaurant is symbolic of their bond that despite their differences they understand and know each other on an instinctive level as if they are showing us in under 1 minute that theres no doubt that these two are soulma- (thunderous applause) (the sound of a hundred and million syd/carmys hooting whistling popping fireworks) (i get lifted off the stage and crowd surfed by the same hands that typed 1k word essays and edited gifs and created fancams and fanvids for syd/carmy since s1e1 of the bear fx)
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You’ve always loved turtles. If you’re truly pressed to say why, you would probably say that what you like about them most is the intermediate space they take up. Between land and water. Between soft and hard. Between big and small. They really do it all.
It doesn’t hurt that turtles are super cute.
So when your soulmark came in as an orange turtle on your bicep, you were beyond ecstatic. There is debate about the soulmark symbols and what they mean, but you hoped that meant your soulmate would share your same interest.
There’s really only one career choice for you.
When Channel 6 approaches you about doing a story on your turtle rescue, you are surprised to learn that reporter April O’Neil is going to be the lead. She’s an amazing investigative journalist, not known for this kind of fluff piece.
You understand when you meet her for the first time. She’s as obsessed with turtles as you are. You almost forget it’s an interview as the two of you chat and chat.
Despite the easy rapport you and April have, you are surprised when she contacts you after the piece runs. All she would say is that some people want to thank you in person, can you meet up with her? The mystery has you intrigued, so you agree.
You are not expecting four giant turtles and their rat father. Once you apologize for being rude and they insist it’s fine, open-mouthed staring is the most minor reaction they can think of, they thank you sincerely for your help with their “kinda, sorta brothers???” as the orange-banded one put it. It seems that when they saw the story your passion for your work moved them.
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Out of this unusual meeting friendship is born.
You, Mikey, and Raph hit it off immediately. They often sneak off during patrol to come help you with your turtle rescue, much to Leo’s chagrin. He can’t really be mad at them though, they are a huge help to you. You have employees and volunteers, but none of them can understand the turtles you rescue like the guys can.
It’s one such night when you realize that friendship isn’t the only thing on your mind when you think of Mikey.
The two of you are passing in the outdoor enclosure, him with a box of his “little bros” in hand, when you trip on a rock. Without even looking at you, he reaches out, catches you with one arm and a “Woah there angelcakes!” and spins to set you back on your feet. He turns and continues on his way, cooing down at the baby turtles in the box.
You, meanwhile, are frozen in place. The way he just… did that, as if it was the easiest thing in the world. Just casually picked you up with one arm and put you back down, as if you weighed no more than a feather. The way he acted like it was normal, reminding you that he is not. The way his scales felt, cool through your shirt. Paradoxically the thought lit a fire in you.
It’s a little harder, interacting with Mikey after that. Every touch causes your heart to stutter, and Mikey likes to touch you a lot. He throws his arm around your shoulder and ruffles your hair. When you are able to successfully rehabilitate a particularly ornery softshell turtle, he picks you up in a hug and spins you around, nearly causing you to faint from the sensation.
And he’s so sweet, especially to the turtles in your care. Your heart swells three sizes whenever you see him handle the turtles with such care, as if they are made of hopes and dreams instead of shells and teeth. He doesn’t even mind when they draw his blood, simply laughing and apologizing for scaring them. Even you curse at them for biting sometimes, on your worst days.
He’s a little too perfect, and sometimes when you think of him you find your hand on your bicep.
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You are thinking of him while you and Raph are building an additional enclosure for a leopard tortoise that isn’t playing well with the others. You feel an itch in your bicep, possibly psychosomatic but annoying nonetheless. You push up your sleeve with the hammer in your hand and scratch at your soulmark with it while you line up the next nail.
“The fuck is that?”
You look up at Raph and blink. That was pretty abrupt, even for him. You follow his gaze to your bicep. “My soulmark?”
A kaleidoscope of emotions flash across his face, too quick to follow. He settles on exasperation. “That’s your soulmark? ‘Nd you never thought to, I dunno, talk to him?”
“Talk to who?”
Raph throws his hands in the air and stalks off. You hear a mutter that sounds suspiciously like “made for each other” as you watch him go.
Part of you wants to follow, to figure out what’s going on, but you really don’t want to have to wrestle this lumber you’re nailing back into place. It took long enough the first time. So you turn back to the task at hand, trying not to get distracted while you hammer the nail in.
It doesn’t take long for Raph to come back, his protesting little brother in tow. He comes up to where you are bandaging your finger after hitting it with the hammer and grabs you as well. He sits the two of you down on the pile of lumber.
“Bro, wha-” Mikey cuts himself off, staring as Raph lifts your sleeve and reveals your soulmark to him.
Raph steps away, letting your sleeve fall back into place, then points between you. “Talk.” He stalks off once again.
You turn to Mikey, hoping he can shed some light on what’s going on. He’s still staring at your bicep, a little slack-jawed. You wave your hand in front of his face, and his gaze snaps up to your face. He starts fumbling with the bracelets around his arm.
When he manages to push them off his wrist to reveal the matching orange turtle, it’s your turn to gape at his arm. You’re moving before you really process everything, and he meets you in the middle for a searing kiss.
“That’s not talking!” Raph’s annoyed yell comes from the other end of the enclosure. You and Mikey pull away simultaneously and start to laugh.
#bayverse mikey#bayverse michelangelo#tmnt#bayverse mikey x reader#writing tag#soulmates#this#got out of hand#i got lost in the sauce a bit#might have to turn this into a real fic someday#it even has a title in my gdoc#hold on#am i like#a tumblr fic writer now?#do i need to make a masterlist or something#what the fuck
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Can i please have a yandere with a yandere darling but the darling is a yandere for someone else
Oooh i love this!
I'll assume the "darling" is the reader,if it's wrong i can do another one<3
warnings// obsession,yandere behavior,dark themes,mention of blood and killing,stalking.
reference//you.
other//gn!reader,male yandere,yandere!reader.
I'll reference to the character as "your yandere", "he/him."
gener//headcanon.
•it's been a few months now,that you'll go out and either return really late or never return.
•so your yandere didn't get to see you as much through the cameras in your house.
•one day he decide to go after you to see where you're going.
•and to stay sane because his thoughts start to play with his mind.
•oh no oh no oh NO!
•His eyes are playing tricks on him, right? It must be so!
•you're walking stalking after someone??
•who's this? since when you do that?? how do you know eachother? how he didn't notice earlier?? how the f-
•your yandere return that day broken,why?? aren't you two meant to be?? aren't you his soulma-oh
•he get it now. someone must have ruined your thought,yeah you're just lost,you'll realize that this person isn't even the slightest better than him.
•but you didn't-
•the past month was such a torture for your yandere.
•your room now filled with they're photo,you're even stalking them on your phon! that's his job-
•oh what did they do to you? to make you like that? you poor one,he'll save you!
•he tried to get rid of them but how could he when you're 7/24 watching them??
•of course he don't want you to see his dark side,murdering someone.
•but he couldn't control himself anymore!
•you're his belong to him he should be the one making you blush and smile or squirm not some mere person who don't even know about you!
•he might or might not have taken some of the photos and threw them away while your out.
•you shouldn't have anything about them.
•and finally...
•you've made your move,kidnapped your beloved yay.
•you're so happy now,in haven even,everything is perfect. what could destroy this?
•well...
•your yandere was beyond jealousy now,someone in your house?? and not him??
•but wait-he have the keys to your house! maybe that's his chance to get rid of the only rock between you and him!
•you were making food for your beloved,humming to yourself.
•when you went to feed them..
•crash
•you froze,blood filling the room.
•your beloved lay there motionless,he was dead by the most evil way.
•before you can react someone hit you on your head.
•"don't worry darling,I'm just taking you back" you heard someone say before everything goes black.
i hope you liked it!
if the last part doesn't make sense as how your yandere get to your house without you noticing
Either the kitchen is separated from the rest of the house, or he entered through the back door. it's up to you!
have a good day/night♡
#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere x you#yandere x y/n#yandere x yandere#yandere oc#yandere oc x reader#yandere x darling
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Last Part of this AU, thank you guys for loving this so much! It’s been fun!
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VOGUEMAGAZIINE
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voguemagazine: @jackharlow has found happily ever after!
For Vogue’s April issue, Jack Harlow & Stacey James candidly open up about the good, the bad, and the beauitful parts of their whirlwind romance. “One night I asked him the dreaded question no one likes to ask, “What are we? We’re perefct for each other? Why aren’t we together?” And he was like “This really awkard. I have to go.”
Tap the link in our bio for the full profile. Photographed by @urbanwyatt
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user: um????
user: please tell them this is a sick joke
druski: thanks for the invite! 🙄
user: imagine asking a guy that and he RUNS away!!
SZA: lol
user: no way, poor Y/N
user: He was just with Y/N 4 months ago!! The aduacity
summerwalker: the nerve of men
THESHADEROOM
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theshaderoom: uh oh! Roommates, Y/N seemingly deactivates her Twitter and Instagram accounts after ex man Jack Harlow pops up married to mistress Stacey James, 4 months after he cheated again and begged her for forgiveness! (See previous posts)
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user: Jack has really shown his ass these past two years
user: praying for y/n cause whewwwwww
user: she needs to get over it, that man didn’t want her
user: stacey prettier anyway
user: it’s one thing to have a baby on her but to marry the bitch too??? His momma need to whoop his ass
THATGIRLSTACEY
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thatgirlstacey: happy birthday to my beautiful husband and baby daddy! You’re the most amazing man I’ve ever met. There’s no one I’d rather spend the rest of my life with. Willow & I are so lucky to have you in our life
user: the best couple!
user: girl he probably cheating on you
user: goals
neelamthadhani: Aw love you guys
user: y/n better
kimkardashian: can’t wait to celebrate tonight 💋
user: why was Jack seen without his ring recently 👁️👄👁️
thatgirlstacey: not that it’s any of your business but it’s because he was getting it cleaned. Y’all y/n stans are almost as pathetic as she is
user: y/n has been off the internet for over a year now and you still talking shit??? You weird as hell
user: haaaa drag that hoe
user: you got the man, why continue to mention his ex
THESHADEROOM
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theshaderoom: whew chileee! #JackHarlow did not hold back when asked about his ex Y/N Y/L reportedly dating his very good friend, and collaborator #Drake! If you recall Harlow and Y/N were dating for 2 years before Jack cheated and had a baby with now wife, #StaceyJames.
While on The Breakfast Club, Jack went on to say that he has no respect for women that date their ex’s friends. “I don’t want to slut shame but no self respecting woman homie hops. It’s disgusting but you know, b*tches are weird these days”
When asked if he’s spoken to Drake since the news dropped he says “No, and I really don’t have anything to say, he’s just as bad as she is. We were boys, you just don’t do that. But it’s whatever, I’m happy she’s out my hands though.”
What ya’ll think about his response, #Roomies?!
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user: oh someone needs to kicked his ass
user: what’s wrong with homie hopping?
user: two years ago he would’ve beat someone’s ass for speaking on y/n like this
user: oh so now she’s weird because she don’t want him anymore
user: he’s right? 🤷♀️
user: why he caling her all these different types of bitches? has he lost his mind
user: he needs to watch his mouth, he know Drake got mob ties
YOURINSTA
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yourinsta: Let’s make one thing clear. I’ll homie hop, sibling hop whatever don’t care. I’ll fuck your opps, it does not matter. Maybe they’re my soulmate and the universe brought you to me to introduce us.
Now, back to being a new mother and writing new music 💋
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user: omg!!!!
user: now how clayborn get into this
user: this is crazy but I’m so happy my queen is back
user: wait
claybornharlow: 😳😟
user: NEW MOTHER??!!!!
user: you’re a mom?!!!
SZA: I love you boo! I’m coming to visit soon, I have gifts for my god daughter 😍
user: you betta drag that wispy cloud
theestallion: HOTTIE 🥵
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champagnepapi: a lot of you boys wouldn't be here if it wasn't for me so don't forget to wish me a happy fathers day June 18th.
comments on this post have been limited
icespice: 😍
yourinsta: papi 💋
tinashenow: sheesh
druski: I know my boy throwing up right now
NickiMinaj: look at my baby 😍😍
urbanwyatt: 🥴
Thank you to my sweet sweet anon who gave me the idea of reader going ghost and getting pregnant ;) i changed some things around tho but thank you love
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NEXT PART
#jack harlow#jack harlow x reader#jack harlow x y/n#jack harlow reader#social media au#jack harlow instagram au#jack harlow social media au
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Every Rose Has It's Thorns - Part Fourteen
pairing: Ricky Olson x ofc (Talia)
warnings/tropes: slow burn, soulmates, strangers to enemies to lovers, betrayal, angst, fluff, smut, language, panic attack, stalking.
summary: In a world where soulmates inexplicably receive a tattoo that will match that of their soulmate the moment they turn eighteen years old, being famous and covered in very visible tattoos can make finding your true soulmate a questionable fate.
author’s note: Unbeta'd, readers beware as always lol.
tags: @tearfallpixie @cncohshit @jordynyingling0219 @faceless-mirror @nyxthedestroyerofworlds @wild-child-7747 @witchyweeb34 @black-damask1999 @jilliemiw86 @ilovesamkiszka @lyschko666 @lacktoesandtoddlerants @bngurngheart @collapsedglasshouses
Talia made it back to Vinny’s safely just like she knew she would, just as she planned, she Uber’d to his street, and walked the rest of the way, recognising the houses just enough to know which way to go to get to the right one. It was better than having to stop and ask for directions when, one, she didn’t know the house number of the house where she was going, and two, she wasn’t sure how much they knew of Vinny’s life so she didn’t want to cross any lines, and lastly, she was all sweaty and sticky, that would just feel awkward.. Wow, usually she was so much more responsible than this. So, thankfully, no, she was able to get back on her own, otherwise she would have been screwed as if she wasn’t already.
Richard Olson, making all the sense leave her head. Perfect. As if she couldn’t think herself more of a dumb ass right now. For anything that she’d let happen, but craved at that moment, and maybe, still thought over. Damn him. It didn’t help that the whole walk back to Vinny’s house, every time she even thought of the way Rick had touched her, even in the slightest way, her tattoo had pulsed with a warmth that shot right between her legs.
Once she got there, Talia showered and cleaned herself up properly, washing away everything, everything. Asleep, resting in bed when Ava and Vinny got back later in the day, she made sure of it, or at least, for all appearances, she was sleeping. The last thing she wanted to do was face why she had left the party early and just hoped that Ava had told the others she wasn’t feeling well, giving them her apologies. Trying to explain to anyone just felt like too much, Ava had been bad enough, and anything more than a text message.. Hopefully, she’d had fun, and she’d leave it be now that the day was over and done.
The next week, it passed in a blur. She had met Vinny’s family, and it was something of complete chaos. Sweet chaos. Seemed once a month his mother insisted on a family dinner, at least for those who could make it. Considering this was not only the first since Vinny was home from the tour but also since the last time he’d managed to come to one of the gatherings, he’d found his soulmate, they were the star attraction.
Talia smiled, seeing the simple sweet joy in Ava’s eyes, hearing the laughter as the two regaled the story of how they met over and over. How Vinny was so shocked at seeing her soulmate tattoo while they were at the VIP meet and greet. Thankfully they blessedly left out the fact of Talia’s soulmate connection to the story, not only would it have taken away from it, but brought up so many questions that she honestly didn’t want to answer. Especially when she realised that Vinny’s mom asked about how Ricky was doing, something about hearing from Gladys about the police being called to his place the other day, the same day they got home from tour.. She hoped everything was okay.
That shocked her, and Vinny appeared to be in the dark about that turn of events too, telling his mom he didn’t know anything, but Ricky seemed fine when they’d seen him at the barbecue.
Oh, he’d seemed fine, alright.
Physically at least, mentally Talia didn’t know where his baseline was with him demanding her to strip and prove she was his soulmate in the middle of a party with everyone outside, and then them fucking in the bathroom.
Talia didn’t know where she was mentally, either. Who was she kidding, she knew, she hadn’t been okay for weeks, and she didn’t know she would be any time soon, all she could do was keep going. One foot in front of the other and just pretend everything was normal, until, maybe it would be again.
So she did.
That included trying not to get in the way of Ava and Vinny spending alone time together. As much as she knew Ava wanted her to get to know Vinny more, and she did, she spent time together with them, movie nights hanging out and stuff like that, laughing over board games once or twice, it was impossible not to see how they were around each other, and when they were alone together, there were moments that Talia really just would rather be anywhere else fast. Not hard to recognise, Ava should remember how it felt around Kyle and Jordan when they found out they were soulmates.
Sure, those two had been dating for years at the time, but when they finally got their tattoos, it was like something flourished in them. She couldn’t even say it was physical, but still felt intimate, and being around when Ava and Vinny were together, sometimes she’d rather just leave them alone, together. To bond, properly, the way they should. Without her being pesky, without the confines of a bus full of bandmates for two weeks straight.
That was how she started heading into town to explore during the day and enjoy finding different places. She found the local tattoo parlour for one and got to talking to the artists there. They were some good guys, fun to hang out and chat with for a little bit. Found a nice little bookstore to enjoy raiding, even a little café that reminded her of Jordan, who had her video calling him and telling her that she had a new barista, and he was officially replaced because they made better coffee. Did she get chewed out while she giggled mercilessly the whole conversation? Yes, yes she was. Absolutely hilarious, and completely worth every second, too.
It was as she was hanging up her call that she came across someone else she’d met in town already, surprised, Chris.
“Oh hi!”
“Hey Talia, you sound like you’re making yourself at home.”
Shaking her head quickly,
“No, no, not home, just, comfortable, while I’m here. Giving Ava and Vin some space. I’m not really sure how long I’m going to be here.”
Seeing the coffee in his hand, hers was barely half finished, but considering her conversation with Jordan, it might be cooler by now, she’d still drink it though, it was caffeine, so why waste it?
“Did you want to join me, or are you running out the door?”
“Oh, I’m happy to get off my feet, I’ve been all over town running errands all morning.”
Grinning slowly at that,
“You don’t have someone to do that for you?”
Watching the singer's shoulders shrug slightly,
“Well, when it comes to work, and when we’re on tour, yeah. Better than getting swamped under a mountain of everything, ya know? But at home, even if it can all feel like too much sometimes.. I like being the one running around doing everything. Even if it feels crazy sometimes, it feels like home.”
Talia nodded slightly, she supposed she could understand that,
“Feels normal.”
“Yes, exactly. Just like everyone else, you get it.”
“Yes, yeah, I get it.”
Strangely, that was how she felt when she gave up trying to meet Ricky when she gave up having a soulmate at all. At least, almost normal. She still had to worry about the people who were looking for their soulmates, and she knew wasn’t the one so they just didn’t bother with her, it could get very rude and dismissive, as if she wasn’t even a person sometimes, that was frustrating.
“Sometimes, normal is everything you crave.”
Having coffee in the afternoons with Chris became a new normal, laughing, joking, and talking about all kinds of things, it was great to just talk and get things off her chest. Well, some things, there was what she still hadn’t spoken to a soul about, like what had happened in the bathroom at the barbecue, not even a week later despite sitting there, at the table, having coffee with Chris for a few days in a row now, she hadn’t said a word, and she wasn’t going to. Not even to Ava. What would be the point?
Rick could breathe better when the security upgrade was finally finished, and Chris had told him he’d talked to Vinny about getting his upgrade too. He didn’t know if the girls knew, hopefully, they didn’t have to know, and they didn’t have to worry, it should be something they were doing anyway living in the public eye. It was something they should all be doing regularly, but this time, there was even more of a reason. Whether Chris had told Vinny the added reason outside the fact he had Ava to protect now, more than just himself, he didn’t know.
Ricky hoped not, he didn’t think so. If Chris had, he was sure Vinny would have called him over it and probably demanded to know why Rick hadn’t told him about Grace showing up like that himself after everything that had happened between them in the first place.
He hadn’t. Hell, it took him days to get a call asking about the cops coming to his house, something about his mom hearing from one of his neighbours.. Damn that gossip grapevine, though, everyone knows everything sometimes. It could be worse than social media if they weren’t careful.
A week went by and yet, he was doing his damnedest not to think about what Ava had said to him about Talia dealing with the mess of having him as a soulmate. If he thought too much about it, he might turn around and cave into wanting to know more. If he thought about it, he might actually ask. He was trying not to, he was trying to keep his distance from Talia. As far as he could. Because that woman was starting to make him curious, and he despised it. Why, he barely knew anything about her, and he didn’t want to know anything about her. He refused.
Well, he knew how it felt when she came apart around him. He knew how she looked when she did, how she shuddered, how it sounded when she moaned like that, and he refused to admit even to himself that he’d replayed the memory a few times over the past week. Fuck. Damn, his soulmate tattoo heating up on his neck every time he tried to shut himself down and not think about her, the way she felt under his hands. Damn it. The feeling was just uncalled-for, and strange, strange enough that he was tempted to look it up online, but if he was honest, he was a touch afraid of what he might find. What it might mean.
What if it was all in his head?
Today he was in town, grabbing some groceries and while he could order them online these days, he didn’t feel like dealing with strangers picking his produce and touching all his food right now. Sure it’s tedious, but he does it, he goes down to the markets, buys his fresh food, and some nice goodies and packs up his car to head home. Deciding to drop in and pick up some coffee on the way home, far too tired right now, strung out.. He was stopping in at the café when he saw them.. Talia and Chris, sitting inside, laughing.
He didn’t know what was happening at that moment, but all he could see was them, Talia, sitting with Chris, with that bright happy smile on her face, and she looked so carefree. An expression that he’d never been able to give her, not that he’d ever cared to try, but that fact didn’t seem to matter right then, the sight of her look like that talking with Chris just seemed to make something twist in his chest. Glancing from Talia to Chris, whether it was irrational or not, and Ricky, he knew, he knew it was, he couldn’t help but think how dare Chris, after everything he’d said to him. Never mind that Rick had rebuffed it at every turn, he’d tried.
Fucking traitor. He was going to fucking destroy-
Before Rick realised what he was doing at all, his feet were walking him towards the glass doors of the café, his fingers reaching for the silver handle, wrapped around the bar and ready to push it open so he could walk in. But that was when he saw his reflection in the glass, instead of mentally zeroing in on nothing but Chris where he sat inside.
Ricky froze at the sight of the man staring back at him in the glass.
He looked fucking deranged.
Shit.
Shit..
What was happening to him?
No. No, no.. Shit. He. What, what is he supposed to do now?
He let go of the handle as if the metal had burned him and backed away, turning on his heel and walking right back to his car, climbing in, and driving away quickly. He didn’t even notice the fact that Chris glanced towards the café entrance. Chris had seen him walk away, watching the guitarist retreat, even if Talia had been none the wiser about the close call of the dramatic showdown that had almost happened then and there.
Dividers by @saradika-graphics
#motionless in white#miw#ricky olson#ricky horror#ricky olson fanfiction#ricky olson x ofc#original female character#soulmates#vinny mauro#fanfiction#miw band#rick olson#ricky horror olson#soulmate au#soulmate#tattoos#ricky olson fanfic#vinny mauro fanfic#fic: every rose has its thorns
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Title: A World of Color
Ship: Mike x Pete Nelson
Words: 2.6k
Description: A "seeing color when they meet their soulmate" au for Mike and Pete. I use "AU" very loosely. This is pretty compliant to my canon, it's just got the color trope mixed in.
Pete figured he'd see in color by now. There had been so many girls. So many pretty girls, some he thought he loved. He never got a speck of color. He thought finding his soulmate would come easy. He thought maybe his soulmate might be one of the pretty girls in the army, a WAC, perhaps. Or one of the girls he saw in Korea. But no luck.
Everything continued on in shades of gray at the circus with his friend Jerry. Jerry still didn't see color either. But he was Jerry, and he had no luck with girls. Pete never thought he'd make it to his late 30s having not seen the green of the grass or the blues in the sky, as they'd been described in picture books when he was a kid.
Jill Brent offered him a job at the circus when he showed up with Jerry, even if he had never applied.
The first thing he did was pick up trash by the elephants. His new coworker, Mike, had shown him and Jerry the way there.
They eventually asked him why he came to the circus, and what he had done before this.
“I was in the army,” he said. “I was a corporal. Honorably discharged.”
“Army man. That’s nice,” Mike replied.
They were pretty. They had beautiful waves of an indeterminable shade pulled back by a hairclip. He wondered what such a pretty girl was doing cleaning up trash at a circus. He asked them just that question.
“What about you, huh? What’s a pretty girl doing picking up trash in a circus?”
They scoffed at him. He’d never expected that reaction. Not many girls scoffed when complimented.
“Well, you’re wrong on two counts.”
He looked around. This was surely a circus. They were surely picking up trash. So…
“You’re picking up trash and this is a circus. So, are you debatin’ the pretty or the girl?”
“Both,” Mike said.
He looked at them with a bit of confusion. He was fairly sure he knew what girls looked like. Especially pretty girls.
He smiled. “Well” — It occurred to him he didn’t know their name — “what did you say your name was?”
“Oh, sorry, it’s Mike.”
Surely not the most womanly name.
“Well, Mike, you can debate me on the girl but you can’t debate me on the pretty.”
He grinned at them, and then walked away. He wondered what might be going through their mind…
Something strange started happening to Pete after that. He could swear there were colors here and there. Was that the gray of an elephant? The red of the big top? The off yellow of custard?
He shook his head every time.
The time it became absolutely undeniable was when he saw the permed, blonde locks of Saadia before her permanence in the big top.
Now, that was a woman. Whew. Whatever she was doing, he wanted to be a part of. She’d be one hell of a soulmate.
She approached him after her show: he had taken her cape for her.
“Now, you, you’re sensational,” he told her.
“You’re new around here?” She asked him in that alluring Hungarian accent of hers.
“Yeah.”
“What do you do?”
He grinned in a flirtatious way. “Pitch hay, feed the elephants, hold capes.”
“Come, we’ll talk.”
“I know just the subject.”
More colors came into view after he agreed to be Saadia’s assistant. But there was something lacking romance about the whole affair. Still, if more colors came, this had to be his soulmate.
They saw Mike sparingly after that. They always acted rather strange around him. He smiled in their direction, and they slipped in soap. He said “hello” and they replied “oh, uh, h- hello, Pete” in a shaky way. He supposed he just had that effect on people.
Then there was the Jill Brent of it all. He quite enjoyed teasing her. A smile here. A brush of skin there. Maybe a flirty tone of voice. He saw many colors around her too. Could a man have two soulmates? Boy, there sure was something about this circus.
He met Mike again after Jill slapped him, over his asking about the profits made by the circus.
“You look out of sorts,” Mike said. “Is Saadia getting to you?”
“No, Jill.”
“Jill’s mad at you?”
“Oh, I said somethin’ stupid. I asked her how much the circus makes. She took it the wrong way.”
“You’re creating quite the mess for yourself, Pete Nelson.”
He smiled. “There’s yet to be a mess I can’t get myself out of.”
Mike smiled back. It was a nice smile.
“You have a real nice smile,” he said.
A pink tint came to their cheeks. A pink tint that Pete saw.“I’m sure you tell everybody that.”
“Only when it’s true.”
“Well, uh, thank you.”
“Sure thing.”
He gave them his big, award-winning smile, then left.
On his way, he passed Jimmy the Crow, who he called over.
“Boy, what a night,” he said. “I get belted by Jill, and Mike acts funny when I come around. They’ve both gotta be crazy about me.”
Jimmy cawed.
“You ain’t kidding?”
Cawing.
“You married? You got a girl bird?”
Jimmy cawed in reply.
“Buddy, have I got troubles, you see-”
He called again at Pete, but this time in plain English. “You’re in love! You’re in love! Caw, caw.”
“I’m what? I’m in love?” Pete wondered to himself. “How could I be in love?”
He continued to wonder as he walked past the animals. He could see the orange of the tigers, the red of the monkey cart.
The animals spoke to him in their language, agreeing that they saw Pete was in love.
“They’re not my type,” he said. Surely, he wasn’t any more serious about Mike than he was about Jill… He didn’t mean any harm, but surely Mike wasn’t his soulmate.
He turned around. The elephants, the alpacas, everyone had a partner. He often wondered why he hadn’t met his soulmate, and why he never saw color. Until now. Maybe he had miscalculated about Saadia being his soulmate…it would explain the lack of romance he felt there.
“Everybody else seems to be paired off? Why not me? It’s a big, wonderful world, and when you’re in love, you’re a master of all your survey. A hero, Apollo, and the Wizard of Oz…”
The next day, he presented Jill with his midway gambling idea. This only pissed her off all the more. He was sure he was only trying to help. Plus, he was dealing with the high temper of Saadia, and his feelings about Mike. He was in a whirlpool of woman-derived confusion.
Either way, he made absolutely sure there would be no cheating in the midway card games.
“Jerry?” Pete asked his friend late one night.
“Yeah, Pete?” Jerry replied.
“You ever see any color? Any at all?”
“No, none. Never. You’re seeing colors?”
Pete didn’t answer.
“Pete, I asked, are you seeing colors?”
“Everywhere. Never lasting. They always go away. Colors flash at me.”
“Who is it?” Jerry wanted to know. “Who’s your soulmate? You gotta tell them!”
Pete frowned. He was feeling scared all of a sudden. He was only good at one thing, and now he was struggling with that.
“What if I’m not Mike’s soulmate?”
“That’s crazy, Pete,” Jerry said. “Of course you’re their soulmate! You’re seeing colors!”
“Yeah, but what if they aren’t seein’ any colors?”
Jerry shook his head. “Just tell them. They’re your soulmate, Pete, I know they are.”
Pete could see so much at Jill’s birthday party. He is wearing yellow. Jerry had hazel eyes. Jill had red lipstick. Saadia was in an orange number that made her look like the fire in her eyes.
And, Mike, oh. They were wearing a dress. And their hair fell in ashy brown waves on their shoulders. Their eyes were blue, a dark gray-blue. He had never seen a more beautiful person in all his life.
The cerulean skirt of their turtleneck dress swayed as they approached Jill.
“Happy Birthday, Miss Brent,” they said politely.
“Mike, you know you can call me Jill,” she replied with a smile.
“Somebody’s gotta call you Miss Brent around here,” Mike said with a glance at Pete, who had a habit of calling Jill “Boss Lady.”
Pete smiled at Mike, making them turn away quickly.
Saadia, who Pete arrived with, passive aggressively insulted Jill, leading to tension between the two. Jerry and Pete started a performance as a distraction.
They passed around a white clown hat, which started on a DIY figure of a clown made of food from the buffet that he and Jerry called “Punchinello.”
Jerry placed it on Jill’s head first. Then he ran it to the circus’s fat lady. Then to the foot of the contortionist. Then to their strong man “Tarzan.” He then dropped it on Pete’s head. Pete passed it back to Jerry, who walked up to Jill and asked “D’ya suppose I have the chance to be a clown?”
Jerry would get the chance. After Pete and Jerry finished their song, Puffo came in. He was drunk, and angry with Pete and Jerry. Pete’s eyes narrowed. He could see the red in Puffo’s face from his drunkenness.
“Hey, you guys really took over, didn’t you?” Puffo said. “This sharpie and his unfunny friend.”
Pete was not a sharpie. He’d never cheated anyone. He scowled at Puffo.
“You’re gonna look awful strange with no head,” Pete said. He meant it as a threat.
“I don’t know about you, but I like it the way it used to be around here,” Puffo said as he walked over to Jill. “You’re gonna get rid of these guys, see? And you’re gonna do it right now.”
“You’re drunk, Puffo,” Jill said. “You’re always drunk, and I don’t think I like it.”
“Either you get rid of them, or I’m going.”
Jerry approached Puffo and tapped him on the shoulder. “Mr. Puffo, I do-”
“Oh, get away from me.”
Puffo shoved Jerry away by the face.
Pete saw nothing but red. No fucking body touches Jerry like that. He grabbed Puffo by the blazer and punched him in the face, knocking him to the ground.
The next thing Pete knew, he was being restrained by other people at the party. They were probably right to do so. He might’ve punched Puffo again. No, he would have punched Puffo again.
Once Puffo got up, Jill told him to draw his money and leave.
Pete only had one idea after that. Jerry was going to be the replacement.
He spoke to Jill, then announced to everyone, “Okay, people! Meet the new king of the clowns, Jerrico!”
Jerry got the happiest look on his face. Pete had never seen him so happy in all his life. There was an impossibly bright look in his hazel eyes.
Saadia was beyond enraged at Puffo’s success. Pete knew he was done with her then. Jerry came first. His friendship came before any girl. He let her have her tantrum about Jerrico’s advertisement.
Then he told her, “Drive carefully” with a fake grin.
He was glad to be rid of that woman and her bullshit.
He smoked his cigarette and leaned against one of the booths on the midway, basking in the sun. He could see the blue sky today.
His heart skipped a beat when Mike approached.
“How can I help you, honey?” he asked them.
They bit one of their pink-ish lips, then said quickly, “We're going on a date!”
Pete had never been asked out this way. His face was glowing.
“Yes, sir!” he replied obediently.
“You're taking me to dinner. Tomorrow, six o’clock. Call us a cab.”
“Am I paying?” he gently teased.
“You are.”
He’d take them someplace nice. Somewhere fitting for his soulmate.
“See you then.”
“See you,” Mike said.
Pete waited until they walked away to grin as wide as he really wanted to. He was walking on air. No one had made him quite this happy before. If it didn’t stop, he’d burst with it.
He had to call a cab. He had to make reservations. He had to pick something to wear. Something in a good color! What was Mike’s favorite color? He’d have to ask around…
He asked Jill with no luck. He asked everyone. No one knew. He supposed his blue suit would do.
He saw the yellow of the cab when it pulled up. The purple of Mike’s swing dress. The red on their lips. It faded in and out. He wondered when the color would stick.
“You look beautiful, honey,” he said.
They blushed. “Uh, thank you, Pete. You look, uh, very- very nice. Heh.”
They did everything in their shy, awkward way and Pete’s heart melted every time.
“Where are we going?” Mike asked him.
“A little Italian place I found in the phone book.”
“You’ll get me some tiramisu?” Mike asked in a lighthearted tone.
“Could be romantic if we split it.”
Mike laughed. “Sorry, you won’t get the chance. I’ll swallow the thing whole.”
“One bite?”
Mike got a mischievous look. “No! My tiramisu! For me! All mine.”
“Alright.”
They arrived at the restaurant and ordered. Pete got a white wine of some kind and Mike got an Italian soda, which they were drinking like it was going out of style.
Pete laughed. “Honey, it’s not going to walk away from you.”
Mike thrust their glass toward him. “Try some.”
He took a sip. “It’s nice.”
“I love it so much,” Mike said, starting to drain the glass again.
Pete learned that Mike really loved pasta. One minute their pasta primavera was there, the next it was gone. He was still midway into his ziti al forno.
“You can sure eat,” he said.
Mike looked down. “Oh, I, I’m sorry…I guess I’m acting like a pig.”
Why had they said that?
“Hey, who said anything like that?” he asked them. “I’m not complaining. What I don’t like is a girl who wastes food.”
“I think I’ll take the rest of this with me,” he added.
“Can I get some tiramisu to take back?”
He smiled. “Sure.”
Mike lit up like it was Christmas morning.
Pete paid the bill and boxed up his food.
He extended his hand for Mike to take. They had warm, soft hands that felt nice in his.
Once they left the restaurant, he asked, “Do I get a kiss?”
“All this trouble for one kiss?” Mike joked.
“You’re right, make it ten or fifteen.”
Mike took Pete’s face into their hands and pulled him into a kiss. His heart raced faster than it ever did before. When they pulled away, the whole world was in glorious color.
“Pete,” Mike said, still holding his face. “You have brown eyes. I’ve never seen brown eyes before, but I think yours might be the prettiest ones.”
“You see the colors too?” he asked them.
“Yeah, Pete, every one. You’re brown haired too. I always hoped you were.”
“Why’s that?”
“You’d look silly with blond hair.”
He chuckled. “You’re my soulmate, huh? Took you some time.”
“I could say the same to you,” Mike said. “But you’re here. And, you are, no doubt, the prettiest man fate could have given me.”
“Hey, I lucked out too,” Pete said, to hide his rapidly beating heart. “You’re plenty pretty yourself.”
He gazed at Mike, his soulmate. He took in all of their colors. Their neutral brown hair, their lips painted red, their pinky pale skin, their dark eyelashes.
“Come on,” Pete said. “We have a world of colors to see.”
“I’ll be happy to see them all with you, Pete.”
#i wrote this after going to olive garden. sorry about the pasta outing. i love pasta#typewriter dings#self ship#self shipping community#p.n.
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Lessons in Soulbonding
Pairing: Malec
Rating: E
Artist: @gintoki976
Beta: @quickbright
Word Count: 12k
This fic was created for the Mini Bang 2023 presented by the @malecdiscordserver
Prologue
How does one go from being a single middle-aged, well not quite but might as well be, literature professor to being the soulmate of a model turned nightclub owner. It sounds like the plot of some movie Alec would look at the poster and then turn away from. That was fantasy, he lived in the real world, but now fantasy had become reality.
It had been exactly two days since he’d met Magnus Bane. Magnus was gorgeous, witty, playful, and young. Really young in comparison to Alec who was pushing 37. Magnus hadn’t even had a quarter life crisis yet. They were barely a decade apart. It was only a twelve year difference, but twelve years seemed like an insurmountable number.
So far the only thing they had in common, besides being soulmates, was their love for trash reality tv. Magnus was a night owl who loved to party at his new club in Brooklyn. Alec was a morning bird that preferred to spend his evenings at home with his two cats, Church and Raz. Okay, they did have one other thing in common, cats. Magnus had a lovely little fluff ball he called Chairman Meow for whom he liked to throw parties. And Alec thought he was a crazy cat parent.
Alec leaned back at his desk in the small office. He couldn’t even focus, not that he needed to try that hard. Spring semester had just finished and summer was not far off, but it gave him a sense of normalcy. His old boring life when all he cared about were his cats and which book to read next.
His new soulmate was breathtakingly beautiful. He lit up the room when he entered. He was young and carefree, everything Alec wasn’t. Alec was too old, too jaded, and too set in his ways.
Everyone wanted to be soul bonded. There were movies and romance novels that described the joy and passion of finding your soulmate, to be bound to them for the rest of your life. While soulbonding had been around for centuries, only a small fraction of the population ever found their soulmate. Around puberty the initials of their soulmate would appear on their skin, usually where their soulmate would first touch them.
When Alec was fourteen he woke up one morning to find the initials MB on his right shoulder. Teenage Alec had been excited at the prospect of meeting his soulmate. He had imagined what the man would look like. Would he be tall, dark, and handsome? Would he have a childlike wonder in his eyes? What color of hair or eyes would he have? He had spent so much time fantasizing about his future that he nearly forgot the statistics. Only 1 out of 100 individuals would find their soulmate. Not to mention the small number of soulmates that didn’t get along. It was rare, but it still happened.
Being a closeted gay teen in a small Midwest town didn't help either. No one in his small town had those initials, which was fine with him. He had grown up in that bigoted town and wanted out as soon as he could manage it. That was why he applied to colleges in all the big cities. New York, Chicago, LA, and even Cincinnati. He just knew his soulmate would be out there waiting for him.
When he finally got to college, the first year had been a race to find his soulmate. Not many people had only two names. Some even had multiple middle names, while Alec’s soulmate had just a first and last name. He finally found two men his freshman year with an M first name and B last name, but it turned out Michael was straight and Mathias had two middle names. Subsequent years were a bust.
Berkeley didn’t provide him with his soulmate but he was sure moving across the country for his master's program in NYC would. Again he looked throughout the campus only to come up short. There had been a couple more candidates but were either bonded or soulmates with different initials.
In the time he had been looking for his soulmate his best friend found his soulmate, a fiery redheaded artist that Alec had hated on the spot. It took nearly six months before he could admit, only in his mind, that Clary was good for Jace. Nowadays they are much closer. Even his little sister had found her soulmate in a little nerd of a kid.
As the years went on Alec slowly stopped caring. Now he was edging 40. He dressed like the typical professor with his tweed jackets, plain button up shirts, and camel colored sweaters. He even wore horn-rimmed glasses. Alec had been a literature professor at NYU for the past six years ever since he’d finished his PhD.
He had given up on finding his soulmate and was content with being a lovable uncle to his three nieces and two nephews and the godfather to his best friend's two kids. While he thought he was truly finished with this soulmate nonsense he didn't take into account that fate had other plans OR that his life was just about to begin.
Chapter One
Two days prior…
It had been a long and grueling semester. Another class of students had graduated and come the fall they would have another group coming in. Usually Alec would take a small staycation at home for two weeks before summer classes, hanging out with his two cats. He would drink his wine and marathon the Real Housewives of New York. It would be a time to catch up on sleep and just relax. So when one of his colleagues had asked him if he wanted to go and get a few drinks he uncharacteristically said yes.
Now, Alec was a bit…well, a lot of an introvert. He preferred staying at home with his cats or going to his sister's place in Chelsea to visit his family. So it surprised even Alec that he had agreed to go to one the newest and hippest clubs in Brooklyn. One of his colleagues knew the owner so they would be VIP. Everything about the idea should have sent him running home, but something made him <i>want</i> to go. Like a moth to flame.
The only problem was that he didn't have a thing to wear to a hip club or any club for that matter. He had a decent pair of jeans and black loafers, but it was the shirt that was causing him the most problems. Clothes were not his forte. He had been wearing the same type of clothes for nearly a decade, only trading them out for new ones when holes appeared. But he couldn’t wear one of his sweaters as it would be too hot in the club. He did have a polo shirt that someone had given him for his birthday the year before, but it made him look like a frat brother circa 2008. His button ups were also less than spectacular. Dear lord, he would have to do what he never wanted to do. Call Izzy.
Isabelle Lightwood had been the middle and only girl of the Lightwood clan. She was about 17 months younger than Alec. It had been just them for nearly ten years before the last son, Max, had been born. She had been scouted at an early age for modeling and spent ten years in the industry before pivoting to being a fashion editor for some of the best magazines. She knew her way around a store or two. Desperate times call for desperate measures.
She answered on the second ring with a cheery voice. "Hey big bro."
"Hey Izzy. How are you?" She sighed.
"Dealing with a moody preteen who thinks her uncool parents are trying to ruin her life." Izzy had married Simon Lewis when they were both only 20.
Simon's small band had been playing at an event when they locked eyes on each other. Izzy had always wondered who belonged to the SLL on her left forearm. When their eyes met across the dancefloor they had started walking toward each other. The way Izzy described it was as if she was only half a person until she met Simon. While walking over to talk to her, Simon had tripped over some of the cords to his amplifier and wound up falling face first into Izzy. She had caught his forearm as he touched her forearm and his head bumped her stomach. And that was that.
Simon's band had never really gotten that big and when Izzy got pregnant with their first child, Lizzie, the aforementioned preteen, he had settled down into a 9-5 job that he had absolutely hated.
"Sounds like fun. All I have to worry about is if Raz is going to steal Church’s food when he’s not looking."
"If only I could have stuck with cats and not kids." She chuckled. "But enough about me. How are you doing, big bro? It’s been a while. School out for summer yet?"
"Actually, yes. Just ended today. I have a few more papers to grade, but pretty much done…that is kinda why I was calling…I got invited to a party at a club." There was silence before Izzy spoke.
"Remember that teal shirt I got you for Christmas like four years ago? Wear that." Alec didn't even ask how she knew what he was going to ask because it was Izzy. She knew everything. "And either some black slacks or black jeans."
"I have a pair of dark blue jeans I never wear."
"Black would be better, but that will do. Also, Alec, try to have fun for once in your life. You never know what could happen when you try." She was right, but Alec had never tried.
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He showed up at the club, Pandemonium, at around ten p.m.. His colleague, Lydia, had told him that the club didn't get really busy until about midnight or one a.m. so they would start out when the club opened and end just before midnight. Alec decided that he would arrive at ten and leave by eleven.
The outside of the building was not spectacular. Just a brick face with a neon sign that read Pandemonium with devil horns flashing once in a while over the E. The bouncer let him in after he said he was with a group of professors. Once inside he could tell that what money was not spent on the outside had been used on the inside.
Along the walls were tables and plush couches. A few people were already hanging out there. Off to one side was a bar with two bartenders making a few drinks. They were very hot men in tight white shirts with muscles you could see through the fabric. Three girls that looked like they might barely be able to enter the club were seated near them giggling to each other. Alec remembered being smitten with hot guys. But each relationship had ended before it had even begun.
Across from the bar on the opposite side of the room was the VIP session. It was made up of three stories of tables and equally plush couches. Alec wondered who would choose white for the couches. Didn’t that stain easily?
On the main floor of the VIP section he could see John Monteverde, Lydia's husband and professor of Chemistry. Alec liked both John and Lydia. Lydia was a professor of psychology and while psychology and literature were not in the same field being from a small college you got to know everyone, and she was also his neighbor, being right next door to his office. Off to the side he saw Ragnor Fell, the Head of the History department and the man that knew the owner of the club. One look at the older man, alright he was probably only ten years older than Alec, and he wouldn’t strike you as a man that liked clubs or anyone that ran them.
Walking over to them, through the sparsely populated dance floor, Alec couldn’t help but feel like he was being watched. It was an odd feeling, like hair standing up on the back of his neck. Alec tried to shake it off. It was probably just some of the other patrons of the club looking at him. He didn’t exactly belong here anyway.
Chapter Two
Magnus never arrived at his club before midnight. Why wait around for the fun to begin? He would just lounge at home, maybe get the party started with a couple drinks before dressing to kill. But tonight was different. He felt different. His skin felt tight around his bones. He felt jumpy and any attempt to relax made him instantly jump back up. Maybe it was because he had just recently broken up with his on-and-off girlfriend of seven years.
Camille Belcourt was as pretty as she was cruel. They had met when Magnus was just 17. Both of them had been modeling in the same fashion show. At 20 Camille had seemed so mature but looks can be deceiving. Magnus always seemed to find himself going back to her but not now. His new club had just opened up the month prior and, being only 24 himself, he intended to forget about Camille and move on. Still that didn't explain why he arrived just as the club was opening up.
When he entered he felt like something was…not right. Walking around he checked everything just to make sure. The music started up without a hitch and the first customers arrived. The bar was fully stocked and he even had a drink with his bartenders.
Ragnor and his group of roughly 50 professors would be coming in soon to celebrate the end of the semester. Maybe that was why he felt off? Ragnor was not one for clubbing, but when one of his colleagues had asked where they could have a party he knew who to call. Magnus would do anything for Ragnor. The man was the reason why Magnus was able to leave his poor town in Indonesia. Ragnor was like the father Magnus never had. Still, older people out celebrating at such an early hour, it was…cute. He might feel pity for them but he still cheered them on.
After checking everything twice, again, he couldn't find the problem. Drinks were plenty, music was great, bathrooms were stocked with condoms and small sachets of lubricant. His money was locked up tight and he had balanced the books the day before, so why did he feel on edge?
By ten he had moved up to his office to look over the security cameras. Still nothing. Maybe he was just tired, he had been working a lot lately. He needed another drink and maybe some company. Looking out over the whole of the dance floor from his one way mirror he noticed a single, dark haired man walk in. The dark haired man was tall and lithe, at least from this far. The lights danced across the shirt and Magnus instantly recognized style and brand. A little out of date but still beautiful. The man stopped and looked around. He looked like a fish out of water. Probably being pulled out by friends that wanted to make him have fun and he was right— the man headed for the table of professors. Ah, an educated man.
Magnus found himself rubbing the skin just under his watch where the initials of his soulmate resided. Magnus was a romantic but he was also a pragmatist. If he went looking for his soulmate he might never meet them. Better to enjoy life and then when your soulmate comes around you wouldn't have any fomo. Still he found himself forgetting the letters more often than not. This had been the first time he had thought of them since the night he broke up with Camille.
Pushing the band up he looked at the tiny letters. His soulmate must have the worst handwriting in the world. The letters looked like chicken scratch but they were still endearing to him. AGL. How many times had young little Magnus stared at those letters before he covered them up? How many times had he wished his soulmate would take him away from his horrible life? How many times did he wish for his soulmate to appear just to push it away and live life?
But why did he think of them now? He looked back up to see that tall, dark, and brainy had made his way to the professors’ table and the people there were welcoming him, though he still had a stiff posture. Yup, he didn't want to be here at all. Maybe Magnus could help that. He still needed to see Ragnor, and maybe he could double check that this teacher was not his soulmate. Magnus chuckled to himself. Yeah, a professor and a hedonist, what worse pairing could there be?
~*~*~*~*~*~
Magnus danced down the stairs to the beat of the music. It was still early so only a few people were on the dance floor. The party didn’t really get started until midnight when the floor would be packed with writhing bodies all looking for release. Magnus had joined them a couple times, but with the club still being so new he had to make sure the ship was running smoothly. Maybe after he started to make a decent profit he would join in the merriment more often.
The lights danced across his face as he walked towards the group of professors. One of his waitstaff was just finishing up bringing them their drinks. From his position now he could not see the fish out of water, but Magnus knew he was still there. Probably nursing a drink for a while before he would inevitably excuse himself to run back home. Introverts were so cute, Magnus thought as he rolled his eyes.
“And here is our mysterious benefactor.” Magnus picked up Ragnor’s posh voice instantly. He remembered so well when the Englishman had walked into the tiny little one room schoolhouse in the remote countryside to teach a small group of Indonesian children English. That has been over twenty years ago and yet the man had still not aged, he had always looked old.
“Ragnor, darling.” Magnus said, putting his arms around the man. He still smelled like tobacco and old books. It reminded him of a simpler time. “I am so glad you are here, you and all of your lovely friends.” He was sure that not all of the people there were friends, but a friend of a friend was just as good.
“And how are you, my dear boy.” Ragnor was just a few inches taller than Magnus so Magnus had to look up into those emerald green eyes.
“I am good, Paman. Now why don’t you introduce me to your friends.” He knew this would annoy his friend, but Ragnor did it anyway. Mostly history, english, and psychology professors in the group. There were a couple science teachers and one math teacher. All brainiacs.
Magnus had been good at school, but it was not where he wanted to land. He loved fashion and makeup and expressing oneself through their appearance. Ragnor had not been happy when Magnus had told him. In fact that man had been furious. After everything he had done for Magnus. But after he calmed down they had talked and Ragnor accepted Magnus' decision.
Magnus was great with names, faces not so much. Sometimes it was hard putting a name with a face that didn't have some special feature. Most of these professors were dressed nicely but not like his usual clientele.
"This is Lydia Branwell. She is part of the psychology department." Lydia was sitting with the tall, dark, and handsome man from before, well across the booth table and next to another man. Magnus leaned in to shake her hand. He had to place his other hand on a chair to balance himself, but misjudged where it was and ended up touching tall-dark-and-handsome’s shoulder. A light shock went through his body, like static shock, but all over. Before Magnus could remove his hand the man was twisting and grabbing his wrist. The pad of tall-dark-and-handsome's thumb pressed into Magnus’ inner wrist. If the shock before had been a little odd this touch was like coming home.
Feelings of love, comfort, and safety ran over him. Home.
Chapter Three
Alec hadn't meant to grab the man’s wrist. He didn’t touch others freely, but the small shock from just a hand on his shoulder made him think something was wrong. Of course this man wouldn’t try to hurt him here, in front of everyone, but Alec acted before his brain could process. Which was very unusual for him. They stood there staring at each other for the longest time. Everything else seemed to vanish. His co-workers sounded like they were miles away.
He felt warmth envelop him from head to toe. It was like curling up in a thick blanket on a cold winter's night. It was like coming home to peace and security. It was like…oh fuck.
Alec’s brain had finally started to work again. This was not good. Not good at all. Alec let go of the other man's wrist like it had burned him. He had given up on ever experiencing this moment a long time ago, yet every instinct told him that he needed this man more than he needed air to breathe. This man was the answer to all his lonely nights. But Alec was rational and rational thought told him he needed to get the hell out of there. ASAP.
He stood up and pushed past the man, noting the smell of sandalwood, musk, and bourbon. It was the most intoxicating scent he had ever smelled. It made him want to go back, stick his nose into the other man’s neck, and just breathe him in. But Alec’s body had already made up its mind. He was hurrying out as fast as his feet could carry him.
It took Magnus exactly three seconds before he was running after the man. The first touch had been like getting hit by static electricity, but when tall-dark-and-handsome had touched his skin the feelings had only intensified.
Yes, he had always wanted to meet his soulmate, everyone did. He just didn’t know it was going to be here, in a club and that his soulmate would be a tall, dark, and smart man. When the man got up and brushed past him Magnus was still reeling. This moment had finally happened. Then his mind kicked itself into high gear. He was not letting his soulmate get away. Not when they were this close.
Alec had almost reached the back entrance to the club. The orange-red light of the exit sign had been the first thing he’d seen when he darted out of the booth. He had to get home. He needed to get home.
His whole body was buzzing with something just under the skin. His breath was coming in heavy pants, sweat ran down the back of his neck, and his skin felt too tight. As Alec reached to punch the door open, a hand on his shoulder had him reeling around.
They were staring at each other once again. The air was thick with the smell of sandalwood and Alec felt his knees want to buckle. This man was unbelievably gorgeous even in the red light of the exit sign. Alec found his eyes drifting down to those perfectly plump and shiny lips. It had been a while since he’d had a date, let alone a kiss. He had been fine with it at the time. Content with his life, but now…
Suddenly Alec was grabbing the man by his lapels and pulling him in for a kiss. He tasted…cherry? No, strawberry. The man was wearing lip gloss of some kind. But even as Alec had the thought, all other thoughts left as the other man’s tongue slid against his. Alec was falling in love.
Magnus had not been expecting a kiss, but hell, he didn’t mind. He had read somewhere that the meeting of two souls could create an intense reaction and this was truly intense. Tall-dark-and-handsome had pulled him in for a kiss. There was a scrape of stubble across his cheek and he found himself hoping for stubble burn. A reminder that this was not a dream.
Magnus pushed the man back against the door, intensifying the kiss and running his hand through short dark locks. His pulse was racing, sending every ounce of blood straight to his groin. If only they were not in a small hallway that led to the back exit. Okay, he was going to let that joke slide by.
Magnus' leg slid between the other man’s thighs and he felt an echoing bulge. Tall-dark-and-handsome was just as turned on as he was. With that last thought Magnus’ brain shut down and focused only on kissing and getting his soulmate off.
The kiss was almost all consuming. Alec had never felt like this before. It was all so fast and so very much unlike him. The man, well, his soulmate pressed against him and Alec could feel the hint of a bulge. Then suddenly there was a rush of cool air and Alec was falling. For a minute he thought his legs had finally given out, but no. He was falling backwards.
A hand gripped his wrist while the other gripped his hand. It kept him from falling head first onto the cold alleyway. He was able to get his feet under him and get back inside the club.
They were both panting when the door finally closed behind them. Now that they were not pawing at each other Alec felt…very uncomfortable. He had just kissed a man he had just met and STILL didn't know the name of! And to make matters worse he had nearly fallen because of all that kissing.
"Uh…thanks for…catching me." Even in his awkwardness Alec was still a gentleman with good manners.
"Not at all. I couldn't let my soulmate get hurt. Name's Magnus, by the way." The raven haired man stuck out his hand to shake as if they had not just been making out like teenagers in the back of a parked car.
Alec slowly put his hand out to shake Magnus'. Magnus of course, his name had been said but Alec had only been half listening.
Soulmate. The word finally made it from his ears to his brain. Oh shit he had just been making out with his soulmate and fuck his soulmate was so young. What was he? Twenty, maybe twenty-two if he was lucky. They had an over ten years age difference. How the fuck could they be soulmates?
"Uh…tall-dark-and-handsome, you alright?" Wait what? Did the ma- Magnus just call him tall, dark, and handsome?
A flush crossed Alec’s face as he answered. "Iii-I'm Alec." Great now he was a stuttering teenager.
Now that they had quit clawing at each other they could hear the music that pounded in the background. Where did they go from here?
“Let’s go up to my office.” Magnus said, stepping back and unlocking a door to their right. Where had that come from? Magnus was already through it when Alec finally followed.
Chapter Four
The door led to a set of stairs which they used to get up to Magnus' office. Alec was glad not to have to see his colleagues again. He didn’t know how to explain what sent him running from the table. They would probably figure it out sooner or later. Preferably later and not with Alec around.
The man in front of him asked if he wanted a drink or a seat, but Alec was still trying to wrap his head around this whole…situation.
“I hope you don’t mind if I have one.” Magnus walked over to a small bar cart and started to make a drink. The golden eyed man knew they had to take this slow, but he was too giddy. He finally had his soulmate, a breathtakingly gorgeous man with the beginnings of gray at the temples of his dark brown hair. Magnus licked his lips hoping to taste the man. Alec. Short for Alexander? Maybe.
Turning back to Alec, Magnus smiled slightly. The man looked like a lost puppy. Magnus would give anything to go and push the man down on the couch and kiss every last inch of his body. Okay, calm down. You didn’t know him an hour ago and now you are ready to climb him like a jungle gym.
“How old are you?” This was the first time Alec was asking any questions. It might seem odd but Magnus understood.
“Twenty-four. And you?” Magnus popped his hip to the side, looking sultry, but tall-dark-and-handsome was not even noticing it. Pity.
“Thirty-six.” Alec was not going to mention that he would be thirty-seven in September. God, twelve years. Alec ran his hand over his face as he tried to process. For years he had been trying to find his soulmate only for the man to be two years younger than his little brother.
“Alexander?” Alec’s head shot up at the name. No one but his parents ever called him that. He had been Alec for as long as he could remember.
“Alec.”
“Okay, Alec. Are you sure you don’t want to take a seat?” The man before him was being nice and Alec should try to be just as cordial.
“No. I’m fine.” So much for being cordial.
“Alright.” Magnus moved to sit on the arm of the couch and took a drink. “Well I am sure you have a lot of thoughts going through that pretty little brain of yours. I know I do.” Magnus smirked behind his drink. “I never knew my soulmate would be a professor. Kind of exciting really. I liked school but never saw myself going into academia. I know Ragnor was sad I didn’t, but why hide all this.” Magnus motioned to himself with his arms. “In tweed jackets, camel colored cardigans, and turtlenecks. Still I am excited that we’ve finally met. Ooo, I need your phone.”
Getting up from his perch and setting his glass down he walked up to Alec and held out his hand expectantly. It took Alec a moment to understand what Magnus wanted before he slowly pulled his phone out of his pocket. Magnus grabbed it and put his number in tall-dark-and-handsome’s phone then shot himself a text.
“There we go.” Magnus handed the phone back to Alec.
Alec looked back at his phone as he finally processed what Magnus had said. Shouldn’t he be more upset that this kid just called his wardrobe dull? Not that he was wrong. Alec knew his style was old fashioned but it suited him. His soulmate, he was probably never going to get over calling this man his soulmate, was dressed in what Alec could only describe as club clothes. A navy blazer, that now Alec could look more closely at, he realized there was no shirt underneath. Oh God! Magnus was practically naked. Oh God! He sounded like his father.
“I knew there had to be a reason.” Alec finally noticed that Magnus was talking. “And here he is.” Magnus said, grabbing his drink back up and winking at Alec. “My soulmate. Wow, I didn’t think I would meet you this soon, but better sooner than later.” Magnus turned his back and walked over the window where he could see the rest of the club starting to fill up.
“I was standing here when I saw you walk in. I could tell you were handsome, but I didn’t know this was the beginning of forever.” Forever, dear lord. Any plans that Alec had about his future were moot. “Now we will need to tell our families, naturally. A bonding ceremony will take a bit to plan, but it will be the talk of the town.” Magnus' voice was low as if he was speaking to himself. “We can do it right here! Where we met.”
Magnus was planning out their bonding ceremony as if both of them had agreed to this. Alec hadn’t agreed to being Magnus' soulmate, let alone having a bonding ceremony. Magnus sounded like he had been planning this since he was child. But hadn’t Alec done the exact same thing? Didn’t he have scores of notebooks filled out with what he wanted included in his bonding ceremony? All he had ever wanted was to meet the man that MB belonged to. Now he had and he was not ready.
“I can’t do a honeymoon for another couple months. Opening up this club has taken most of my time.” Magnus still had his back to Alec, oblivious to his soulmate’s full blown panic attack.
“I…I can’t. I have to go.” Alec said, before zeroing in on the door to the office. Flinging it open he barely remembered flying down the stairs and out the same back door he had wanted to take not an hour ago. Thankfully, this time, Magnus didn’t follow him.
Chapter Five
Alec awoke to the sound of a text. He was still too tired to get up so he just stuck his hand out of the covers to see who it was. It was probably Izzy, wondering how his night had gone. Boy was she in for a shock. Blinking a few times he read the name and almost dropped the phone.
Magnus 🌶💋: Morning, darling. Sleep well?
Lord did he really put that as his contact name? Alec sat up and checked and sure enough a pepper and a kiss emoji. Maybe he was lucky the younger man didn't put an eggplant emoji.
Magnus 🌶💋: Darling?
Alec put his phone on silent and rolled over in bed. He still couldn't come to grips with his own reality. Just yesterday he was ready for a regular, boring old summer and now… now he had a soulmate a decade his junior. Maybe that was why he never found him. Magnus was so much younger. All those years spent trying to find his soulmate while the man was running around on a playground somewhere.
Alec turned back over and looked at his phone again. There was another text asking if he was alright, something that warmed his heart, but his brain was not having it. He is 24! He is a child! You teach others his age! It was not like Magnus was in high school or anything like that.
He must have been thinking for a while because the phone lit up with a call. Magnus 🌶💋. Panic welled up in his chest and he quickly put the phone upside down back on his side table. He couldn’t deal with this right now. He was not supposed to have a soulmate. He was supposed to be single for the rest of his days. That was the plan and now some hot, sexy, beautiful….
“Dear God.” He groaned and fell back onto his pillow. Magnus was everything Alec was not. Pulling the covers up over his face he felt like being a petulant child and staying in bed. He wanted to go back to sleep and wake up back in his reality, not in this soap opera. That lasted all of about 20 minutes before Raz started clawing at the door wanting food. Leaving his phone in the bedroom he went and fed his cats.
Church had been given to Alec by a neighbor when he had to move out of state several years ago. He was an eight year old Himalayan mix with beige fluff. Raz, on the other hand, was a gray tabby and only two years old. She was so spunky and playful while Church was a grumpy old man in cat form. As he watched his cats he suddenly felt lonely.
He had not felt like this since college while he tried to find his soulmate. Now that he had one his body chemistry was changing. Soulmates were drawn to each other. They needed physical closeness to truly feel at home. Running his hand over his beard he scratched his head. Was he being an asshole while he ignored his soulmate? Surely Magnus was feeling the same way, but the problem was Magnus had their lives all planned out. Alec had given up.
After he fed the cats and got a cup of coffee he went back to his bedroom. Flipping the phone over he saw several more texts and two more calls. Sighing he opened the messages and typed in, I am alright. I just need time. I will call you later. But even as he sent the message he didn’t know when later would be.
Sipping his coffee he scrolled through instagram not really seeing what was posted, just needing something mundane to do. Something to get his mind off of the present. Somehow, he still was not sure how or why he did it but he found himself on Pandemonium’s insta. In the bio it said owner Magnus Bane @purrfectlymagnus. He clicked on it before he could stop himself. The account was not private, which he was glad for. Maybe?
Alec scrolled through the pictures. There were several of Magnus with a white fluffy cat who he called Chairman Meow. There was even one with the cat behind a huge cake that said Happy 5th Birthday, Chairman. The cat looked like it would rather be sleeping. Alec looked over at his cats. Church had run off to probably sleep off his breakfast while Raz was licking both of the bowls clean.
Well, at least we have something in common. One thing they had in common. Alec didn’t party or go to the most exclusive restaurants. He kept scrolling until he found a Throwback Thursday post. Magnus had his arms around a dark skinned woman; they were both in high fashion outfits that made absolutely not sense to Alec. The caption read: “To the time when @imblue_catarina and I were in the same show. She was better than me, though. Just don’t tell her that.” Below one the comments was from the woman in the picture calling Magnus a liar. Alec clicked on her name, but her account was private.
Going back to Magnus he looked through more photos. Ones of Magnus with friends or his cat. A few posts about trashy reality tv shows, the very same ones that Alec liked to watch just to have background noise. Still they didn’t have much else in common. Setting his phone down he sipped his coffee and looked out the window.
They liked cats and the same tv shows. But in everything else they were complete opposites and twelve years apart. Of the posts he had looked at was one of Magnus celebrating his 24th birthday at a strip club. Magnus was wild and free. Alec was boring and conventional.
Sitting back in his chair Alec didn’t know what to do, but he knew he had to do something. He was an adult and while he had given up on a soulmate or even just a partner he had to do something about this for Magnus. The kid didn’t deserve to be left on read.
Chapter 6
Alec leaned back at his desk in the small office at his university. He couldn’t even focus, not that he needed to try that hard. Spring semester had just finished and summer was not far off. He had thought that coming to work, and going on as he normally would, would help him decide what to do with Magnus, but surprise, it didn’t. There was still a small stack of papers that needed to be graded and entered. He had only one more day before all grades were due but his mind was not in it and he refused to just give them a pass.
There was a knock at his door. Slowly opening it Lydia stuck her head in. She had tried to call Alec but, like he was doing with Magnus, he ignored her.
“Hey. I am glad to see you got home safely. Ragnor told me not to worry.” Oh god now he had to face the shame of having run out on the party. What did everyone say about him after he left? Alec was always so stoic yet he went running out of the club like a ghost was after him. And they didn’t know he’d found his soulmate. They would probably all be happy for him.
“Yeah.” Was all he could muster to say to her.
“Are you…alright?” She stepped a bit more into the room but stayed in the doorway.
“Yes and no. It’s a long story.”
“Well I am here if you need me. Well if you need me later. I was just grabbing my tablet from the office. Forgot it on Friday.”
“Maybe I will take you up on that offer after I know what I am doing.” Lydia just smiled at him and bid him good day. After the door closed Alec groaned and rolled his eyes at himself. He could have been more civil, but it seemed like that emotion had left him for someone else.
“What the fuck do I do?” Leaning over his desk and hand in his hair, probably making it stick out at all angles. He needed to talk through his emotions and fears, but to do so, for a very private man, was incredibly tough.
Alec was silent for what seemed like hours, his mind both racing and freezing. He was not used to being out of control, to have his life messed with. Finally he buckled down and did what he knew needed to be done.
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<3 Alec <3: Is there somewhere we can meet that is both public and private?
The moment Magnus' phone lit up with those words he was jumping up and screaming yes, arm fist pumping the air. Quickly he typed out the directions to a small coffee/ice cream stand in Central Park. Once he received Alec’s confirmation he went running from the living room to his closet to pick out his outfit.
Ever since Alec had left the club on Friday night Magnus had felt like a part of him was missing. He didn’t feel whole or even comfortable in his skin. He was able to brush it off until he had tried texting Alec. When tall-dark-and-handsome didn’t answer, that was when the panic set in.
He had worried that maybe Alec had never made it home. What if…Alec already had a boyfriend or even a girlfriend? Was Alec bisexual like himself, gay, straight, or even still in the closet? It was not unheard of for one soulmate to choose their partner from before over a newly met soulmate. Granted Magnus had not given Alec much time to talk. He couldn’t even remember everything he’d said since he was riding the highest of highs but he was sure that whatever he said had scared his soulmate off.
It had been a tense half an hour before he got the text saying Alec was fine but needed time. Magnus had relaxed at those words. He needed time. Duh. Alec had just met his soulmate and he needed time. While Magnus could understand that, it didn’t make the time apart any easier.
He had waited all day for Alec to text or call, hoping it wouldn't take too long, but as the minutes turned into hours he had to accept the fact that Alec needed even more time. So he tried to fill his time with trash tv but seemed to gravitate to the sad romantic movies instead. He cried his eyes out to the Notebook and A Walk to Remember before he finally fell asleep from pure exhaustion.
It didn’t help that Ragnor wanted to know what had happened. He was Magnus’ closest thing to a father but Magnus pushed him away. Old feelings of abandonment surfaced. He thought he was over and done with those feelings. He thought he had left his time at the orphanage long behind him when he went to England. But it seemed he was not over his past.
He remembered when he had first met Ragnor and how happy he’d been that someone cared, even a little, for the odd boy with honey brown eyes. Ragnor didn’t care that Magnus’ father had been a foreigner that got his mom pregnant then ran away. Magnus was known as the bastard that killed his mother, but Ragnor didn’t see it that way. When his mother had died in childbirth her family had taken Magnus to the orphanage. He was at least happy they had done that instead of killing him.
While life in England had been fun and exciting he never really had anything that was solely his. When he chose to become a model and travel around the world he thought that would be the something he was missing. Then Camille happened and again he thought that was the something he was missing. But it wasn’t. He was missing his soulmate, his other half.
Magnus finally decided on a casual purple top and dark skinny jeans. He threw on his Chucks, grabbed his leather jacket, keys, and wallet before heading out the door. Of course he told Chairman he would be back, but the cat probably didn’t even hear him. Down in the parking garage he put on his helmet and revved his bike. Since he had not really fixed his hair he would wear the protection.
Chapter 7
Alec was waiting by the cart with an ice tea in his hand. It was too warm for coffee but he didn’t feel like ice cream. Looking at his watch he wondered how much longer Magnus would be. Really it had only been half an hour since he got the text telling him he would see the man in about half an hour.
Everything in Alec screamed to leave and hide at home, but that was not fair to Magnus. He deserved to know why Alec had run and why he was not sure this would work out. If Alec could give him anything he would give him that.
Taking another sip he finally saw Magnus, leather jacket and hair pushed back from his face. He looked…younger with no makeup on. God, why did he have to be so young.
“Hey, Alec.” Magnus smiled at him, but didn’t come in for a hug or even a handshake like he was waiting for Alec to initiate it first.
“Hey. How are you doing?” Alec was never good at small talk.
“Good. Let me get something and then we can talk.” Magnus ended up getting a cone with strawberry and vanilla swirl on top.
They walked for a bit just trying to get used to each other's company. It was like a balm to frazzled nerves. Odd but kind of nice.
“I am sorry.” Alec said after Magnus was halfway done with his ice cream. “For running out on you the other night.”
“No worries. I understand. I was talking too much.” Magnus tried to shrug it off, but had remembered what he had been talking about when Alec suddenly said he had to go and left. He had been talking about their future. Stupid really, but when you have grown up imaging your life differently you tend to dream about your soulmate. But in the dreams his soulmate had been just as happy. “I am sorry about what I said. I understand it was all too much and I am sure your partner was not happy when they heard.”
“Partner? What partner?”
“Boyfriend or girlfriend. Or are you mar…” At that moment Alec had let out a sharp laugh that made some ducks honk and move farther away from the two of them on the pond.
“Sorry, no. I don’t have a boyfriend and I’ve never had a girlfriend. I am…I’m gay.” Relief flooded Magnus' body. “I didn’t run from you because of a partner…I ran because…” Alec sighed. “You were not in the plans.”
“Plans?” Magnus asked and Alec motioned them to a bench. He quickly finished his cone, which was not the best idea, and had a bit of a brain freeze. Thankfully Alec waited until Magnus was not in so much pain before he continued.
“I’m thirty-six, Magnus. I have been looking for my soulmate for a long time.” Alec said, looking into his drink as if he was replaying his past over again. “After I finished my PHD and still had not found him I decided that I was done waiting. It hurt too much to keep searching and failing to find my soulmate. So I gave up. I made myself believe I was fine with no partner and being the brainy uncle to my brother and sister’s kids. I got a second cat and was like, this is it. This is me.” Alec paused. Magnus wanted to say something. He had been waiting and looking too, not for as long, but he had never given up that his soulmate was out there and they would meet one day.
“Then Friday…every carefully laid plan I had made for my life just crumbled. I didn’t know how to move forward. I finally had the soulmate I had always wanted, yet at the same time, I had told myself for years that I didn’t want a soulmate. That…I didn’t deserve a soulmate.”
“Didn’t deserve a soulmate? Just because you could not find me?” Magnus asked. It made sense, they were twelve years apart. While Alec was in college running around trying to find his soulmate Magnus was still in Indonesia. When Alec was finishing his schooling Magnus had just started his modeling career. But it still didn’t help the words from hurting. Magnus felt a burn in the back of his eyes. “Do you still not want a soulmate?”
“I don’t know, Magnus. I could not find you and now that I have given up you are here. I am a mixture of emotions. I don’t know anything anymore. I wanted to run, but you deserve better than that.” Finally Alec looked up and their eyes met. Wow how had he never noticed those beautiful golden eyes. They were unlike any color he had ever seen before. “Your eyes…” Magnus looked away, trying to make sure that not one single tear fell. “They're beautiful.”
Okay what?! Magnus’ head whipped back around. “What?” That was not something he was expecting Alec to say.
“Well, they are. I just didn’t notice until now.” Magnus felt his cheeks heat up a bit.
“Thanks.” After that they were silent for a bit. They watched as people came and went. A couple of little boys with their dad, begging him to play catch. A mother and her stroller. A young couple holding hands.
“I was born in Jakarta, Indonesia.” Magnus started. “My father was long gone by then. They said he was a foreigner. My mother died in childbirth with me and her family didn’t want the disgrace of a bastard child so they gave me over to an orphanage.”
“I’m sorry.” Magnus shrugged.
“I never knew my family so I feel no attachment.”
“But you were a child. No one should be made to feel like that.” Magnus looked back at Alec. It felt good to have someone other than Ragnor know the tale. “My parents and I were never very close.” Alec said. “They were a midwest power couple that liked the prestige of being a perfect family. I haven’t talked to my dad since I came out when I was 23 and after I graduated with my degree. He wanted to disown me but my mom stopped him. My mom and I do not have the best of relationships but I know she is trying. We have been in contact more since they divorced.” Wow they both had screwed up families.
“I don’t remember how old I was, but I do remember when I first met Ragnor Fell. It was late April and he came to teach the children of the orphanage English. I took to him and he took to me. It was a couple more years before he became my guardian and took me to England, where he was teaching at the time. I call him Paman which means Uncle. He never formally adopted me, just sponsored me so I could go to school in England.” Sometimes Magnus wished he had but it didn’t make Ragnor any less special to him.
“But he is like your father.” Alec said and Magnus nodded.
“He is all I have.” They were quiet again for a moment before Alec spoke.
“I don’t…I don’t know how to be a good boyfriend. I have not dated since I was 29. I don’t know if I can be what you need me to be.”
“How do you know? We barely know each other.” Magnus protested. “If you want to give us a chance, I would be very happy. But don’t discount us because we are different. Haven’t you heard? Opposites attract.” Alec chuckled at that. “Give us a chance.”
“Okay.” Alec nodded. “I will.”
Chapter 8
Their first official date was set for the following Wednesday. They had texted back and forth since Sunday. Alec finished up his work and then spent the next couple days worrying. It had been ages since he had gone out on a date. He was not even sure he remembered how to date. Martin had been his last shot at something meaningful, but they were just not meant to be.
Martin had been a dance instructor and two years Alec’s junior. He had the correct initials, Martin Barns, but the initials on Martin’s waist were not Alec’s. Still they tried to make it work, because they were both lonely. As looks went Martin was not exactly GQ man of the year, but neither was Alec. He had sandy brown hair, crooked teeth and a thin frame. Martin was more carefree than Alec, but it seemed like a perfect balance, at least at first. As time went on Martin wanted more and more of Alec’s time until Alec felt smothered. They broke up not two months after becoming a couple.
After that Alec had wiped his hands of the whole idea of partners and soulmates. If he couldn’t find his soulmate, then he didn’t need one. It was also around that time that Max got married and had his first kid. Alexis was the spitting image of her dad and the happiest baby. Alec took a semester off of school to visit Max and his family in Chicago. That change had helped him to solidify his position. He would be content with what his life was.
But now he’d found his soulmate and while he couldn’t change overnight, he did want to try and make this work. Magnus deserved that much, they both did. Still he was on edge as he got out of the taxi in front of a nice restaurant. It was not one that required a coat and tie but that didn’t seem to be his soulmate’s type of place either.
Walking in he told the hostess that he was meeting someone and gave Magnus’ name. The woman nodded and showed him the way to the table, telling him his friend was already there. That was a surprise. Alec was well over ten minutes early and Magnus was already here?
As a man from another table sat down Alec could finally see Magnus. The man was drop dead gorgeous. His black hair was styled to perfection atop his head. He wore a magenta shirt with a black sequined jacket over it. When their eyes met Alec felt a jolt go through his body, much like their first connection.
“Sorry if I’m late.” Even though it wasn’t even 7 o’clock yet.
“Fashionably late.” Magnus purred and Alec felt like melting into a pile of goo at his feet. Magnus’ voice did things to him. “But I suppose I was fashionably early.”
They opened the menus and looked through the selection. Alec wasn’t sure what he wanted, aside from Magnus. He felt his face flush at the thought and buried his face in the menu until the waiter came to take their drink orders. Alec was not one for alcohol, not since his junior year in undergrad. You can only drink so much tequila before everything you’d ingested for the past week would come spilling out.
Magnus ordered red wine and Alec joined him in that. They sat in relative silence while their drinks were being poured. Only after their food orders had been taken did Alec try to break the ice.
“Is fish your favorite?” He asked, since Magnus had ordered the salmon.
“Not really. I mean, I do like fish, but I would say my favorite food is rather mundane.” Magnus chuckled. “I love fruit, especially mangos and blueberries.”
“Oh? I love blueberry pie and crumble, but I have never been too fond of the fruit on its own.”
“It can be an acquired taste.”
“I prefer strawberries myself.”
“Chocolate covered strawberries?” Magnus’ little wink made Alec feel hot all over. He had this sudden urge to reach over the table to pull Magnus in for a never ending kiss.
“Yyyeah. Them, too.” Alec stuttered. Another smile across Magnus’ face let him know that Magnus knew just how much he was affecting Alec.
“I tried to go vegetarian once.” Magnus said, thankfully changing the subject before Alec made a fool of himself. “But I like fish and steak too much. So I just cut down on it when I can.”
“I love steak, chicken, and pork.” Magnus scrunched his nose up at the last one. “You don’t like pork?”
“Not really. When I lived in Indonesia the home next to mine had pigs and they got into everything and they smelled.”
“Ah, I see.” Alec nodded. “So no pork, what about chicken?”
“It’s fine.”
“But also not your favorite?” Magnus nodded. They talked a bit more about their food choices and had even moved into music when their food arrived.
“I am not going to say I don’t like them, but…their music is not my taste.” Magnus comments on Alec’s favorite group, The Nephilims.
“What do you mean?!” Alec asked with a smile. “They are the best alternative rock group to come out of Brooklyn in ages.”
“Yes, but a lot of their songs are…sad and lonely.” Oh. Yeah, they were.
“So you stay away from them or any alternative rock?”
“I like upbeat parties, techno, trap, and dance mixes. And some kpop. It’s my secret obsession, but you didn’t hear that from me.” They both chuckled. Finally they were getting comfortable with each other. Finally they were making progress.
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After dinner, and a brief argument about who was going to pay, they stood outside the restaurant watching the cars go by. Now that they had become somewhat comfortable with each other Alec found himself gravitating closer to Magnus.
Turning his face toward Alec, Magnus asked if he would like to come over and share a drink. The tension seemed to get worse after Magnus asked.
“I don’t know…if it’s a good idea.” The sad look that briefly passed over Magnus’ face made Alec want to take the words back.
“I understand. It’s no-” Magnus didn’t even get to finish his sentence as Alec pulled him into a deep and passionate kiss. What had been simmering at dinner was igniting.
Magnus thread his hands through Alec's hair, not caring that they were in the middle of the sidewalk. His soulmate was kissing him and he never wanted to stop. Unfortunately, they did have to stop kissing so they didn’t die of asphyxiation.
“I…I don’t know where…” Alec was stuttering again.
“I shall ask you again, want to come back to my place?” Finally Alec agreed.
Chapter 9
They barely made it into Magnus’ apartment before they were pulling clothes off each other. The taxi ride home had been excruciatingly long. Keeping his hands to himself had been hard but somehow Alec did.
They almost tripped over someone’s shoes and they both laughed.
“Bedroom or couch?” Magnus asked. They hadn’t been able to talk about what exactly they would be doing. All they knew was it involved less clothes and more touching.
“I…I haven't been intimate with anyone for a long time.” Alec found himself admitting, feeling ashamed. Magnus pressed his finger to Alec’s lips.
“Don’t be embarrassed. I don’t mind taking the lead, but I need to know what your boundaries are.”
“Stand here and talk out the details?” Magnus laughed a hearty laugh.
“Neither do I but I prefer clear guidelines.” Alec bit his lip, not sure how far to take this, but knowing he needed something more than just kisses.
“Maybe not all the way.” God he sounded like a teenager about to lose his virginity on prom night.
“Alright. Are you okay with condoms? We probably should get tested.”
“Yeah. But can we do something before my dick decides to settle down?”
“You are only in your thirties. You are fine, but I will gladly help you.” Magnus pushed Alec back against the wall and knelt down. He pulled out his wallet and produced a condom.
“Expecting something?” Alec asked with a blush.
“More like prepared.” Magnus tore the wrapper and pulled the condom out. He placed it on the tip of Alec’s dick and with one quick motion used his mouth to roll it all the way down.
“FUCK!” Bubbled out of Alec’s mouth. Magnus just pulled back to the tip before going back in. The pace he set was both too much and not enough. Alec felt like he was on the edge from the moment Magnus’ mouth had engulfed his dick.
“Magnus, fuck… please!” What was he pleading for? More? Faster? Alec’s fingers slid into Magnus’ raven hair, pulling the strands from the perfect coif and pushing it out of place. His hips started to move on their own even as he tried to hold back. He didn’t want to hurt Magnus, but he did love the feeling of hitting the back of the man’s throat.
“Magnus…” He panted, letting his eyes close as Magnus’ hands ran up his thighs to his ass and pulled him forward. Fuck, did his soulmate want him to fuck his throat? His hips seemed to understand and snapped forward hard, causing Magnus to moan around him. It wasn’t long before the thrusts and Magnus’ own vibrations over his dick were too much and he fell over, coming inside Magnus’ mouth.
Magnus pulled off, panting, and leaning against Alec’s thigh for a moment before he was able to gather himself enough to stand up and help Alec with the condom.
“When I said…maybe not all the way…” Alec was panting trying to stand on shaking legs. “I might have spoken too soon.” Magnus chuckled.
“One step at a time, big boy.”
They ended up sticking to their agreement not to go all the way. While they both wanted to, it wasn’t the right time. Instead Magnus took Alec back to his bedroom and showed him his collection of “toys”. Magnus even put a few to good use as he fucked himself while Alec watched.
If Magnus had been breathtaking at dinner, he was something else now. Alec’s gaze ran over Magnus’ body as he pushed a purple toy in and out of himself. Magnus’ back was arched and his neck stretched to show off his throat. What did Alec do to deserve such a god?
Once Alec was hard again Magnus switched from a dildo to a vibrator. He still needed something inside him as they kissed and pressed their bodies closer. Their cocks rubbed against each other smearing precome all over their stomachs.
The morning after was devoid of any awkwardness. It was as if everything had shifted into place. They were completely comfortable around each other. That, in and of itself, was magical. They moved in sync as they made breakfast; snuggled on the couch, trading kisses and stories.
Unfortunately, before too long, Alec had to leave. He had two fur babies that would not be happy they had to wait until nearly noon for food.
“You could bring them over here. So they don’t get lonely.” Magnus said as Alec had put on his clothes from the day before.
“Are you sure your cat won’t mind?” Alec countered.
“Well…he will have to get used to them sometime, right?” They hadn’t talked about the next steps in their relationship, but they were both pretty sure that they would be moving in together sooner rather than later.
“Maybe a play date?” Alec suggested.
“Tomorrow?” Magnus asked hopefully.
“Tomorrow.” Alec agreed.
Epilogue - Three months later
Magnus growled as his liner skipped, again. Alec walked over to him, passing the bed where a kitten pile had developed on Magnus’ discarded clothes. Alec knew Magnus was nervous. This was the first time he was going to meet his soulmate’s family. It would be nerve wracking for anyone.
“You look stunning.” Alec said, leaning down to kiss Magnus’ cheek.
“One side is thicker than the other.”
“Magnus, relax. Everything is going to be just fine. Izzy is very excited to meet you, having heard of you from the modeling world.” Alec tried to pump his soulmate up.
Magnus met Alec’s eyes in the mirror. “What if they don’t want me in the family?” It hit Alec like a ton of bricks. Magnus had already been shunned from his biological family and now here was another chance at rejection.
Alec knelt down next to Magnus. “They won’t. My siblings are much more open minded than my parents. Izzy knew I was gay before I even told her. Max wanted to cut all ties with our father when he tried to disown me. They will love you, because I love you, but also because you are loveable.” Magnus smiled as his eyes watered. “The only one we have to worry about is my mother. I don’t think she will be cruel, but she can be stone faced. But if she doesn’t accept you, then I won’t accept her.”
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“Alec!” Izzy nearly threw herself at her big brother as she opened the door. Alec caught her in his arms and Magnus just stood in awe. They could pass for twins. They were both tall and thin with dark hair. Her eyes turned to Magnus and she let go of her brother. “And you must be Magnus.”
“Yes.” They shook hands as two little kids peered out.
“Uncle Alec!” The cousins say in unison. Alexis had a head of curly dark hair while her cousin, Luke, had short brown hair. They were the only cousins close enough in age. Alexis was four years younger than Izzy and Simon’s middle daughter, Abby. But Luke and Alexis were only a year apart.
“Lexi, Luke.” Alec said, scooping the two little ones up into his arms. “I want you to meet someone.” Suddenly all eyes were on him and Magnus had not even gotten in the door. “This is my soulmate, Magnus.”
“Hi.” Alexis waved at him, but being five and more inquisitive Luke asked.
“Soulmate? Like mommy and daddy?”
“That is right dear.” Izzy said, taking her song from Alec’s arms and motioning them in. “Uncle Alec now as a soulmate.”
“Uncle Magnus?” Luke asked, looking from his mom to his uncle.
“If that is alright with Magnus.” Alec sat Alexis down and looked at Magnus. Uncle wow that was quick.
“Yeah. I would like that.” Magnus nodded.
“Uncle Mans.” Little four year old tried saying. Magnus smiled.
Luke took Magnus by the hand and introduced him to the rest of the family. First off was his two older sisters that were on the couch not inches apart but on their phones.
“Abby, Lizzie. Uncle Magnus.” Luke introduced Magnus, with Alec stepping in to tell the nine and eleven year old, respectively, that Magnus was his soulmate. Abby was shy, like her father and only smiled, but Lizzie was the clone of her mother.
“Nice fit. Armani?”
“Yes.” Magnus nodded looking down at his dusty green jacket.
“Last fall’s collection, correct?”
“Yes. You know your styles well.”
“Thanks. Mom takes me to work with her a lot.”
“Soon enough she will know more clothes then I will.” Izzy commented. “But I am still so proud of my little fashionista.”
“Mom.” The preteen whined and hid behind her phone.
Next was Max and his wife, Erica. Max was nearly the same height as Alec, but had a mess of curls much like his daughter. A family of giants.
“Max, good to see you.” The brothers hugged and then Alec leaned down to gently side hug Erica as she was holding the youngest member of the Lightwood clan, two year old Peter.
“It's good to see you too, Alec.” Erica tilted her head at Magnus and sighed. Taking something out of her pocket she gave it to her husband. “You win.”
“You win?” Alec asked, echoing Magnus’ own thoughts. Had they made a bet about them? Or about him? Magnus suddenly felt very uncomfortable.
“Your brother bet me that your soulmate would be shorter than you. I said he would be the same height or taller.” Alec laughed and that broke any tension Magnus had felt. His soulmate pulled Magnus closer to him.
“He is shorter by maybe an inch or two.” Magnus made a show of laying his head on Alec’s shoulder.
“Yes, but what I lack in height I make up for in style.”
The last person on the list to meet was Maryse Lightwood, the matriarch of the family. After Max had left home there was nothing else holding the family together. Robert had been cheating on her for years and Maryse had just looked the other way. Once the divorce was final Maryse moved closer to her youngest child. She had enjoyed being a grandmother more than she had being a mother. There were no external pressures, just love.
“Mother. I want you to meet Magnus, my soulmate.” Alec said, one arm around Magnus’ back. Alec was not sure what his mother would do. They didn’t talk that often and only for short amounts of time. She was trying, he knew that.
“It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Lightwood.” Magnus held out his hand like he had for Max and his wife and waited. It didn’t exactly take that long for Maryse to react, but to the soulmates it was an eternity.
Maryse sat her glass of wine down on a side table and leaned in, putting her arms around Magnus and hugged him tight, much to Alec’s shock.
“Thank you for making my son happy.” She whispered into Magnus' ear. Pulling back she had a bright smile on her face. “And welcome to the family.”
“Mom! Can you help me wrangle the kids?” Izzy called out to her mom. The younger ones were underfoot while the older ones were on their phones.
“If you will excuse me.” She grabbed her glass and headed for the kitchen. “Now, who is getting into trouble in here?”
Alec’s mouth was still slightly agape, his mind not comprehending what had just happened. “I think Mom might have had too much wine.”
Magnus just smiled, keeping what she had said a little secret to himself for now. He had been welcomed into the Lightwood family by every single member. It was like a dream come true.
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so what i’m seeing is spiderbit could’ve known each other when they were kids they could’ve been best friends SO WHAT IM SEEING IS IT COULDVE BEEN MEANT TO BE THEY COULD BE SOULMA—💥💥💥
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❝ not meant to be ❞
kazuha, itto, thoma x gn!reader (separate)
summary: they find out that despite their feelings for you, you were destined for someone else, for you had a tattoo different from theirs (matching tattoo soulmate au)
cw: angst, sfw kissing, not proofread
a/n: i might write headcanons for mondstadt and liyue men as well, i cant do all of them since it'd take me like 3 weeks so ill only write 3 per region, sorry ab that😭
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❝ kazuha ❞
it was quiet on the alcor, the moon shining its reflection onto the water. the two of you sat in the crow’s nest, his hand wrapped protectively around you. you looked so peaceful as you rested your head against his shoulder.
everything appeared to be in place, and it seemed like it was the perfect time for kazuha to tell you the truth, to tell you his true feelings about you.
his hand gently wrapped over your hand, his fingers intertwining with yours. “y/n?”
“hm?”
“did you know? i actually love you very dearly. if you are okay with it, may i become yours? i wish for nothing more than to travel with you and be by your side.”
though he wished he could’ve prepared his words a bit better, he still confidently squeezed your hand, looking into your eyes fondly. your cheek was squished against his shoulder, your pretty eyes looking up to him in wonder. his heart squeezed. you were just too cute.
“kazuha, are you sure we’re…” you trailed off, your warm breath tickling his neck.
he didn’t need any more words to tell what you were asking. kazuha averted his eyes, his heart racing. of course. how could he have forgotten?
he took off his scarf, revealing his neck. on the top of his collarbone was a small imprint of a maple leaf. kazuha gripped his scarf tightly as he watched you roll up your pants, only to see a tattoo of a flower on your ankle.
he visibly became saddened at the realization, his eyebrows furrowing together and his gaze falling to his feet. though he was a humble wanderer, his heart ached at the thought of someone out there being your one true love. he couldn’t imagine being with anyone other than you, so why was it that you weren’t his soulmate?
but to stay with you would’ve been too selfish. if there was anyone out there who could make you happier than he could, he would’ve wanted you to stay with them instead. he reluctantly put his scarf back on. it was better for him to move on before his feelings grew any stronger.
“kazuha?” you asked softly, trying to get his attention.
he merely smiled at you, his eyes glassy. “forget what I said. it would only burden you if we were to be anything beyond friends. I will do anything to help you find your true soulmate, y/n.”
though it seemed like he didn’t care, the way he squeezed your hand said otherwise.
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❝ itto ❞
“oh, come on, just one peek! pretty pleeeeeease?”
“ugh, it’s none of your business, get off of me!” you laughed as you swatted his hands away. the burly man made a pouty face, giving his best attempt at making puppy eyes.
“fine, i’ll show you if you’re that curious,” you groaned, finally giving in. you moved your hair out of the way, revealing a flower printed on the back of your neck.
itto stuttered in disbelief, looking like a kicked puppy as his shoulders drooped. “aw, c’mon! h-h-how come it isn’t the same as mine?! that’s totally unfair!”
he stretched out his arm, showing a tattoo of a beetle on the underside of his forearm. “doesn’t mine look sick? what a shame you got such a boring tattoo!”
you lightly slapped his arm. “hey, it’s not boring! besides, why are you so upset that we don’t have matching ones? i mean, it’s not like there’s a rule you can’t be friends with someone who isn’t your soulmate.”
for the first time in a while, itto was silent. he turned his face away from your gaze, clearly trying to hide his disappointment, but he was failing miserably. anyone could tell he was massively let down by the fact that you weren’t his soulmate. he almost seemed like a little kid, pouting and sulking when he didn’t get what he wanted.
you began to become a little concerned at his sudden silence. “hey, buddy. is there something you wanna get off your chest?”
itto stopped in his tracks. now the two of you were standing on a bridge in hanamizaka, cherry blossom petals dancing gracefully in the air as they fell around you.
“w-w-w-well i mean… pshhh, no!” he finally replied, laughing awkwardly as he scratched the back of his head. “i mean, well, see the thing is, um, well…”
he desperately attempted to explain himself, his hands gesturing awkwardly as he tried to fill the silence.
you giggled at his shyness. you reached up on your tip-toes, brushing off a cherry blossom petal from his hair. you watched his face turn as red as a tomato, his eyes widening and becoming helplessly flustered.
“you… like me, don’t you?” you asked with a smug face.
“well- i, um…”
you raised an eyebrow at him, urging him to give a proper response.
itto let out a loud, exaggerated groan. “ugh, YES! yes, i do! but i mean… what’s the point if we aren’t soulmates, huh? to be completely i thought you were my soulmate! my bro, my buddy, my compadre, my bff, my homie for life!”
you chuckled, only confusing him further. “well if you’re curious, i don’t actually care about my soulmate as much as other people do. in fact, i quite like you too.”
itto’s face lit up, a stupid yet endearing grin appearing on his face. he suddenly became wildly hyper and giddy at the news. he wrapped his arms around you in excitement, smushing your face against his chest. “seriously?! hell, yeah!”
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❝ thoma ❞
thoma already knew from the start that you weren't meant for each other. your tattoo was always in view, right on the palm of your hand. from the moment the kamisato estate had hired you as the second housekeeper, he knew that you were destined for someone else.
and yet the days only became more and more difficult to get through. despite doing mundane activities such as sweeping the floors or grocery shopping, he had fallen hopelessly in love with you. your gentle touches, soft giggles, and your dreamy smile… thoma had become greedy for you.
and yet every time he saw you, he also saw your tattoo, which was not even closely similar to his. your tattoo was a painful reminder that you two simply weren’t meant to be. it didn’t matter how much he would try to protect and love you, there was always someone out there better suited for you.
months had passed, and it started to wear on him. you two were now the best of friends, spending nearly all your time together. but he hated it. he hated how oblivious you were to his feelings. he hated this stinging pain in his chest every time he saw your tattoo. he hated this the universe wanted to keep you two apart. he hated himself for loving you.
“i don’t mean to be brash, thoma,” ayaka said with concern. “but that’s rather ridiculous. you’ve been doing a great job with supporting the kamisato clan, i see no reason to remove you from your position. can you at least give me a reason why you’d want to leave?”
thoma gulped, his gaze falling to his knees. though he wished he could come up with an excuse, any excuse, he knew it was because of you. if he had stayed a minute longer with you, he might have just gone insane. the pain was unbearable.
“i just need to collect my thoughts and take a break. apologies, lady ayaka. send my apologies to lord kamisato as well. if you have nothing more to say, then i’ll take my leave.”
thoma got up from his seat, promptly leaving the room and heading out of the estate, a bag in one hand with his few but precious belongings.
“thoma?”
his heart dropped to his stomach at the sound of your voice. you ran up to him, eyeing his large backpack. “where are you going? we still need to prepare dinner and do the laundry.”
when he said nothing in response, you finally realized. “don’t tell me… are you leaving? why?”
thoma furrowed his eyebrows. “i can’t tell you, y/n. I’m sorry. take care of the estate for me while I’m gone.”
when he turned around to leave, he felt your hand grip his wrist. his eyes widened, turning around to see you holding his hand, preventing him from leaving.
and in a flash, you wrapped your arms around his neck, reaching up as you firmly pressed your lips against his. thoma’s eyes widened before closing, pulling you closer as he moved his lips against yours.
when the two of you finally parted, you cleared your throat before saying, “listen, i know we aren’t soulmates, but i still long for you. will you please stay? i don’t know what i would do without you, thoma. what can i do to convince you to stay?”
elated, thoma pulled you in for another kiss, more desperate and fervent this time. “you don’t have to do anything, y/n. you know i’d to anything for you.”
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a/n: sorry for not giving kazuha a fluff ending, i love him i swear
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introducing 𝒂𝒓𝒊
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Ari, with the birth name of Kawasaki Aki and the English name of Aurora, is the Japanese princess of Stray Kids, JYP and the whole of the k-pop industry.
ABOUT HER
Birth name: Kawasaki Aki (川崎亜紀)
English name: Aurora Kawasaki
Stage name: Ari
Stage name backstory: Ari is the nickname her grandmother called her when she was a child. Her grandmother was the most supportive of the girl’s idol career and so when she passed away when she was still just 2 months into being a trainee she decided that she would make “Ari” her stage name to show support to the woman who supported her the most.
Birthday: 04.11.01
Zodiac sign: Scorpio
Chinese zodiac: Snake
blood type: O
height: 170cm/1.7m/5’5’’
weight: 75kg/165lbs
race: Asian
ethnicity: Japanese
nationality: Japanese-German
birthplace: Osaka, Japan
hometown: Osaka, Japan/Munich, Germany
current residence: Seoul, South Korea
HER CLAIMS
face claim: Kazuha of LE SSERAFIM
body claim: Kazuha of LE SSERAFIM
vocal claim (talent): Liz of IVE
vocal claim (tone): Kazuha of LE SSERAFIM
rap claim (talent): Karina of AESPA
rap claim (tone): Kazuha of LE SSERAFIM
dance claims: Kazuha of LE SSERAFIM (flexibility) + Nain (overall talent, skill, and style)
stage presence claim: Yunjin of LE SSERAFIM (the way she takes over a stage and carries herself) + Wonyoung of IVE (facial expressions and how she expresses herself)
speaking korean: Kazuha of LE SSERAFIM
speaking japanese: Kazuha of LE SSERAFIM
speaking english: Yunjin of LE SSERAFIM (with a slight German accent)
HER PERSONALITY
likes: napping, princesses and royalty, all fruits besides guava, working out, being an idol, STAYs, her family and friends, her pets, all animals, her band members, reading (especially murder mystery or history), horror movies
dislikes: narcissists, JYP, when people aren’t held accountable for their actions, loud rooms (when there’s a lot of people), misogyny, the patriarchy, loud arguments, pumpkins (her with pumpkins is Hyunjin with eggplants x100), unfair treatment, Snow White (she doesn’t like her story), getting stung or bitten by animals
fears: Thalassophobia (fear of deep bodies of water), Coulrophobia (fear of clowns)
positive traits: loyalty, smiley, kind, curios, honest, confident, creative, imaginative, integrity, determinative, respectful, disciplined
negative traits: competitive, people pleaser
habits: widening eyes when something tastes good, squinting and scrunching her nose when judging, tilting her head when confused, sleeping whenever and wherever she can, leaning to the side when laughing, squealing when excited/happy/nervous
skills: ballet, rapping, piano, bass + acoustic guitar, saxophone, tap dancing
talents: singing, art, dancing
hobbies: scrapbooking, crochet, painting, photography, ice-skating, baking
her values: respect (and respecting those older than you), discipline, accountability, honesty, humility, confidence, patience
her goals in life: to be a role model for others, to make a difference in the industry, to be the best version of herself by the time she dies, to get over her fears, to make the most of everything, to always find the bright side of a dark situation (she can get pessimistic at times), spend time with the people she loves
EXTRA FACTS
<3 she once got bitten by a rat when she was 8 because she thought it was cute (acquired the nickname Biggie Cheese)
<3 she always has a straight posture because she thinks it’s the “right look” and learnt it from her years of ballet
<3 she said if she weren’t an idol she would be a ballerina or a lawyer
<3 her favourite animals are butterflies because they have pretty colours and sharks because she thinks they're really cool
<3 she is the embodiment of the word “Elegant”
<3 she loves the idea of being a princess which has acquired her the nickname of “Stray Kids’s princess”
<3 her favourite colours are pink and white
<3 she believes in soulmates and the idea of “The One” when it comes to romance (not only romantic soulmates)
<3 she did debating while in school in Japan and Germany
<3 she was in a dance academy while she lived in Germany and there she did ballet, tap dancing, and modern
<3 she did gymnastics for 12 years (2-14)
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Harry's titles in nynn: Girl Who Lived, Triwizard Champion, Gryffindor’s Seeker, Potter...
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