Soulmate Breagan Au
, my first time doing this trope. Not sure how good I did but oh well.
Notes: I’m open to request. Just read my fanfic rules and send an as,
Scars (in this universe there’s different ways to find your soulmate. Example: Hearing, and touch)
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“Soulmates? Tch, it’s some stupid thing that exist in our world to find who’s the best match”.
That was an explanation Reagan was given as a child. At four years old she was playing alone at the playground when she saw two older kids together. They had the same marks on their arms that were glowing. Their eyes widened with happiness and exclaimed they found their soulmate. She didn’t really get what it was and asked her dad who begrudgingly told her.
“Every pair gets like a different way to find who they’re in love with. Your mom and I had some hearing thing before we found each other. Annoying as shit and we probably would have found each other anyway but it’s gone so who cares. Now get back to your homework!“
That was the end of any soulmate discussion and it left Reagan confused on how she could find her soulmate or who it was.
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A six year old, Brett Hand was given the talk about soulmates. It was brief, not many details told as his parents said it was a waste of their time. Although to the young boy it was an interesting concept that he exclaimed he would find them.
"Hah! You getting a soulmate! Imagine! What girl would want you!"
His whole family laughed. He ran to his treehouse. Once Brett reached the top he rocked back and forth to calm the sadness in him, gripping his arms. He noticed something glowing on his hand. It traveled from the palm to the back before darkening into a scar
"Huh.. weird." He mumbled.
What could have caused that
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The now six year old Reagan had just killed her pet turtles. All she wanted was turtle friends that would take her on adventures but instead they got sick.
She didn't want her parents to see her cry so she sat outside in the backyard. Dad had forced her to shoot them. All that blood and organs flying out was terrifying.
Reagan sniffed, wiping her tears with her arm. She stopped when a faint glow appeared and left a rather big scar on her arm. That was kinda scary. She didn't want to ask her mom or dad what it was. They probably would call her stupid for not knowing
"Maybe I can cover it. They don't need to know."
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Those scars would appear on both of them as they grew into teens. Although deeper connection came along
“This would be a disgrace to the family’s name!” His puppet was thrown against the wall, and fell onto the floor. Their poodle grabs it and begins shredding it apart. All Brett could do was look in disbelief
He thought a puppet shop would work. With their last name being Hand, he thought it could make a profit. Plus it was fun stitching and making designs. But his family just yelled at him and shredded the puppet he put weeks worth into.
“Don’t you dare bring that idea ever again.” They said before walking away. It left Brett holding back tears and looking at the stuffing that was left behind.
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Reagan was staring at the mirror after her shower. Her bra and pants were on but her shirt wasn’t on yet.. A faint glowing appeared and she knew it would be another mark and stopped. She sighed as it formed on her stomach . This one was arc and stopped at the side
That had to be the reason why she was getting these random scars. There was also sadness and fear whenever it started glowing. She could feel her soulmate trying to hold back those emotions.
She did too. There was a fear of-. A loud bam breaks the bathroom door and suddenly she’s scooped and pushed tightly against a cold metal plating. Terror kicks her mind as she screams and kicks.
“Bear-O! Let GO!” She yelled trying to break. The robot just repeated that Reagan needed a hug and she kept on yelling. Her dad passes by although didn’t seem interested in what was happening
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Brett was cleaning up the stuffing. When he bent down, he felt terror and fear for a moment.. a sense of insecurity as well. He noticed the glow and lifted his shirt. His side had a dark sharp scar on it.
“Why does this keep happening? Am I doing something wrong? Am I causing a problem?” He mumbled. He brought his shirt down. His family would probably kill him if they saw all those markings or even a simple question they would glare at him.
He probably deserved this. Whatever this was.
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Years passed and the scars still grew. Some big, some small, some messy, or just straight. A lot of fear, pain, and anger came along with the two. They soon learn to just ignore the glowing and pray no one would notice it.
Thirty years old and Reagan is now a scientist working for the Shadow Government. She and just a man named Brett Hand who had taken her job. She was fuming knowing all her work was for nothing.
“Hey, uh Reagan!” Brett yelled. She didn’t bother turning around as his footsteps came closer.
“What the hell do you want?” Reagan grumbled.
“I’m really sorry. I mean you made that Robot? I shouldn’t have taken credit for it but uh., hehe. Sorry.”
“You’re sorry?! You’re not the one who wasted months working their ass off! And now for some unpaid intern to take my fucking job! What the hell!” She turned around and yelled. Brett looked startled and stepped back.
For Reagan she felt nervousness and guilt. For Brett he felt anger and sadness. Just for a moment. She knew a scar would probably form and ran off before the glowing started.
“Wait-!” Brett called but she was already far away. He stood there and sighs.
Hopefully the president mission will go well…
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It did not go well. The president robot went insane and they had to destroy the machine or else humanity was going to get killed.
Now here they were, in a helicopter looking at the broken robot and a dismantled bomb. Reagan’s mood was soured by everything.
“Hey, this isn’t your fault. This is mine. You know how to work with these machines! And I’m just some guy that walked in and took your job.” Brett tries to cheer her up. Admittedly it did, she smiled.
“Thanks. You were pretty helpful too. You got the team to work and manage to get to the helicopter before Mr President here was about to take off.” Reagan replies. She held a hand out and Brett shook it.
“Truce” They both said. She noticed the scar on Brett’s hand. “Hey, did you get that?”
“Oh that? I don’t really know. It just started glowing when I was like six and it’s been there ever since.”
“I got a scar when I was six too,” Rolling her sleeve revealed the big scar on her arm.
Suddenly both scars glowed and shrank. They stared in awe as their scars faded away like they never existed. They let go of their hands looking at the clean spot on their skin
“Holy shit! Did you two just find out your soulmates!” The lady exclaimed.
“I guess we did..?” They both mumbled.
They might need to talk after this mission was done
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“So.. ever heard of soulmates?” Brett started. They sat on Brett’s couch in his apartment.
“Yeah.. Kinda. My dad didn’t really tell me much about it.” Reagan mumbled. “Said it was stupid and all that”
“My family too.. Geez. All they told me was that I was never going to get a soulmate and the first scar appeared and..” He stopped and took a deep breath. “Sorry, this is making me.. you know.”
“Nervous ? I think I can tell.” She showed her hand where a small scar glowed. Brett’s eyes widened. “Guess when we feel like shit.. this happens.”
“Oh. I’m sorry about that.. What happened before you got your first scar?”
“I.. killed my turtles.. My dad made me shoot them because I gave them cancer . Afterward I cried in the backyard and.. that happened.”
“Oh., uh. I’m sorry.
Silence between the two as they think about what they just learnt. All those scars were from their families who barely cared for them. Those sudden rush or emotions were caused by how they felt. Just knowing that they both had shit families yet felt the same. It was bad yet.. strangely comforting.
“Well at least we know it’s each other.” Brett says, breaking the silence. He grabbed Reagan’s hand and the scar glowed and faded. “And I guess we can get rid of these as well.”
“Yeah. This is nice.” Reagan replies with a smile. Warmth spread through both of them. A sudden rush of happiness as they come closer. Their lips connected and it felt amazing. The scars on their bodies glow and fade as they feel their first love with each other.
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Soulmate Survey ask/what if: With Miracle Queen becoming far less likely and Fu still being active, as well as LB/CN being closer and better trained, how would Su Han's sudden appearance in Paris and his quest to return the Miraculous to the order go?
Well that would be a lot of changes because I hate how Su han was portrayed so I would change a lot.
For one, Su han would arrive with several guardians. And the guardians would strike Ladybug and chat noir. Of course thanks to Fu they know about mirakungfu and are able to defeat the monks. They bring them to Fu, who then finds out about Su-Han.
Fu would probably be willing to part with the miracle box because his master has returned. Ladybug and chat noir would defend him. Su han, instead of being a massive dick, would test ladybug and chat noir. And after they past his tests he would accept it. I’d probably would have a monk against this that gets akumatized but it’s neither Fu or Su Han.
Su han gives his blessing, telling Fu that he is the guardian until all the miraculous are found.
There would be more to it, but that’s how it would play out
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