#I feel a strange mixture of love and hatred towards this guy but whatever

[avisfall]

I looked at the calendar and realised what day it was. And it reminds me of walking into the British Museum two summers ago and discovering that the one coin with this guy's portrait was not on display.

I guess all I have to say is “Felix Natalis.”

[iloveakindofmagic]

PLEASE STAY AWHILE

One shot

Relationship: Deacury (John Deacon x Freddie Mercury)

Words:  2.7k

Summary:

If the death of Freddie Mercury had not happened and it was only a dream that a bassist had...

... would life give Freddie a second chance to be loved?

November 27, 1991

It was a day more cloudy than normal, large gray clouds covered the London sky with threats that it was going to rain.

The world of rock and music were in mourning ...

...Freddie Mercury died ...

~ • ~

Days before the vocalist, pianist and showman of the famous band Queen had left this world due to complicated pneumonia by AIDS, which he had acquired in 1987. Freddie, however, he kept it quiet, to avoid scandals and harassment by the press, although the latter was impossible, since the paparazzi had surrounded his house since the rumors began that he had this terrible disease.

But despite everything, he denied such rumors. Until the condition worsened and the end of Freddie approached. He decided that it was time to reveal to the world his true state of health. All the media reported the new declaration of the QUEEN’s vocalist

The day after the news, Freddie Mercury passed away ...

Thousands of QUEEN fans gathered outside the singer's house to say goodbye, singing songs, leaving messages of farewell to the singer who had become a Rock legend...

~ • ~

Now, Freddie's funeral was going to take place this day. Family, friends and the members of QUEEN were present to say goodbye to him.

For the band, Freddie's death was the most painful, they had lost an essential member of the band, an excellent singer and above all a good friend with whom they shared thousands of anecdotes.

The remaining members of QUEEN were completely devastated, especially the bassist John Deacon, who for him, the vocalist was his best friend, protector and motivation. He was deeply affected by this terrible loss, to such a degree that he was crying throughout the funeral.

After the funeral, Brian went to take a vacation with Anita so he could take in everything that was going on, Roger went home with Debbie and their children. John for his part went home to be with Veronica and spend time with his children to get through this.

The bassist came home, he was still devastated. He climbed the stairs and came to his room and then locked the door, he did not want to talk to anyone, he just wanted to be alone and let his tears flow freely. His wife understood that the death of his best friend affected him. She preferred to leave him alone for that day and the next morning she would talk to him.

John was sitting on the bed, he had a bottle of whiskey in his hand, he was drinking and letting the tears and sadness wash over him.

He couldn't believe what was happening, his heart was in pieces. He had lost one of the most important people in his life. He had a strange mix of sadness, hatred, anger, and guilt.

He felt guilty and hated himself for two strong reasons: on the one hand it was for not having been able to protect Freddie from fucking Paul Prenter, that bastard led Freddie to the world of debauchery and total perdition, which was the cause of that he got AIDS.

But he also hated himself for not expressing his feelings ...

John loved Freddie. At first he believed that it was a kind of affection and admiration for the Persian for protecting him and motivating him to write songs, however, one day he realized that he was more than a friend.

However, it was slow for John to realize that he was bisexual. He always hid these feelings because he had a wife and children. It did not mean that he did not feel love towards Veronica, he loved her, but not intensely as he did with Freddie.

But now John was broken inside. The love of his life was forever gone from this world and Freddie would never return.

He wished this was all just a bad dream and that Freddie was alive.

He lay back on the bed and he kept crying. The memories of Freddie are on the bassist's mind, he remembered the beautiful brown eyes that he had, his lips, that energy that made him unattainable.

How could he be so stupid? Why did he never confess his love to her? He wondered over and over as he took another sip from the whiskey bottle.

John was a mixture of sadness and drunkenness. His eyelids began to feel heavy, he let himself be carried away by Morpheus's arms, falling deeply asleep.

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John woke up with a severe headache, he had a huge hangover. It was already night, he had slept most of the day, his family must be worried about him.

Before getting up he realized something: He was not sleeping in his room, he was not even at home, but he was sleeping on a sofa that was in the main living room of Freddie's old house.

The bass player was puzzled. How the hell had he gotten there? Was he too drunk and traveled to Freddie's house? Everything was very confusing.

He got up and went to a bathroom that was close to him. He wiped his face with water and turned his gaze to a mirror. It was observed carefully, her hair was completely brown, there was no whiteness in her hair; his face was free of wrinkles, his appearance was as if he had turned when he was 28 years old, the age he was in 1979. He was confused.

"What the hell is happening here?" Thought John.

Suddenly, John heard a melody provided by a piano, then John out of his thoughts, it meant that he was not alone in that house. It was a melody so harmonious and powerful at the same time began to be heard. John could recognize him from thousands of miles away.

Quickly, he got out of the bathroom and walked around the house in search of the origin of that beautiful melody. The house was practically dark. Meanwhile, he finds a lighted room in the shadows, slowly he approached and leaned out to then find a surprise that left him in shock.

He was there, he was alive ...

... Freddie was alive ...

And there was Freddie, playing the piano. He looked so handsome, jovial, full of energy. He had short hair, however, he did not have the characteristic mustache of the 80s. Meanwhile, the brunette turned his back to the bassist as he focused on playing the piano while singing "You and I".

"Laughter ringing in the darkness

People drinking for days gone by

Time don't mean a thing

When you're by my side

Please stay awhile ..."

John had written that song to Freddie so that he could indirectly realize his feelings and an invitation to have something more than a simple friendship. John wanted to cry, he couldn't believe his eyes, he was seeing Freddie again, he was hearing his melodious and beautiful voice again.

Was he dreaming? Did he go back to 1979? o Was Freddie's death just a bad dream? Whatever it is, he wanted to keep the brown-eyed there forever.

"You know I never could

foresee the future years

You know I never could see

Where life was leading me

But will we be together forever?

What will be my love?

Can't you see that I just don't know"

The bassist listened carefully the song performed by the vocalist.

"I can hear the music in the darkness

Floating softly to

where we lie

No more questions now

Let's enjoy tonight

Just you and I

Can't you see that we've gotta be together

Be together just you and I just you and I

No more questions just you and I "

...

When Freddie finished the song, he turned to look towards the door, finding John standing on the threshold of it, he gave him a smile

“Finally, You had woken up, Deaky” Freddie said, approaching where John was standing “You had drunk too much and fell asleep. Brian and Roger left, so …” He was interrupted by a sudden hug provided by John, taking the persian by surprise. Freddie responded quickly to this act.

“Don't go …” John said and began to cry in the arms of the vocalist “I don't want to lose you again” John whispered in the Persian's ear deepening the hug, he blushed.

"W-What are you talking about, John?" He said, he was puzzled “I am here... I'm not going anywhere” He separated a little to see the child's eyes and meet his beautiful green eyes full of tears, which worried Freddie. "What's wrong, John?" He asked as he caressed the minor's pale face causing him to shudder.

If this was just a game of his mind and he was only dreaming, he didn't want to wake up anymore. This felt more than a dream, it felt so real, Freddie's touch was so warm and comfortable.

The Persian took him to the kitchen and invited him to sit down.

"Do you want some tea?" He offered with a small smile, John just nodded.

He made and poured the tea into two cups. They were both silent for a long time as they took small sips of the drink.

“I had a dream, Fred" The youngest began to speak “In that dream you contracted a terrible disease and …” He stopped to take a breath “... You died young” John burst into tears again. “You left me alone, Freddie …” The Persian was shocked by such words, he worried about forJohn, he didn't like to see the bassist cry.

If there was one thing Freddie hated, it was someone or something hurting John, because these hurt him too. They were hurting the most important person in his life and the person he loved. That I did not forgive anyone.

Freddie had loved John since he had joined the band, he was different from the other men he had known. His way of being with him, his sweetness and innocence; Those green eyes which tore when he laughed, he was perfect for Freddie. He had always silenced his feelings because he knew that he loved Veronica, his wife with whom he had procreated beautiful children.

That is why he only limited himself to protecting and supporting him as a kind of minor brother.

“Oh, darling…” Freddie hugged John and he responded by hugging him tighter, letting his tears flow “I will never leave this world soon ... Brian, Roger and especially you will have Freddie for many  years, I promise " He whispered sweetly. They continued hugging, enjoying the warmth.

John separated a bit from the older one

“Freddie, you must stay away from Paul Prenter” He changed his tone of voice to a serious voice, surprising the vocalist.

“John I …”

“He's not a good guy …” John interrupted Freddie letting go of the hug “He will make you fall into bad steps and that bad dream can come true” his hands held the vocalist's face and staring at him “ Please, let me protect you like you have always done”

“O-Okay John” Freddie blushed at John's words “Tomorrow morning I’m going to fire Paul”

A satisfied smile appeared on John's face, he felt that he had saved from a dark fate to Freddie.

They stared in silence, a slight blush appeared on their faces. Suddenly they both began to draw their faces closer, their hearts were beating fast, they could both feel their breaths.

They finally closed the distance when their lips met in a loving kiss. They both enjoyed that kiss, they transmitted thousands of emotions and feelings that they had saved for a long time.

Before they could deepen the kiss, Freddie reacted and separated of John quickly

“J-John, I'm sorry …” The vocalist got up from his chair, he felt that he had ruined a great friendship “I shouldn't have done it …”

“ Freddie, wait …” the brunette grabbed his wrist before he left “Haven't you realized?” He got up from the chair and grabbed the brunette's hands “I love you, Freddie. I've always loved you”

Freddie blushed when he heard those words, he was surprised.

“B-But Veronica …”

“The love I feel for her doesn't compare with the great love I feel for you” John got closer to Freddie, being inches away from him. They could see the difference in stature between them, John was taller than Freddie and the older man liked that difference.

The bassist hugged the older man's waist and brought him closer to him, blushing Freddie more

“I love you from the first day I saw you and I will always love you, Fred”

Freddie started to cry, he was very happy to hear those words

“Deaky, darling ... “ his hands held John's neck “I love you too much and I will love you forever”  

John blushed, he couldn't believe what he was hearing, he was very happy. Freddie stood on tiptoe and approached John’s face.

"You don't know how much I wanted this feeling to be mutual, John."

They both joined their lips in a sweet kiss, they felt that nothing else mattered but just the two of them. Now they could finally be happy together.

They deepened the kiss, now their tongues danced between them, exploring her oral cavities. The bassist’s lips traveled to Freddie's neck and he kissed his neck, drawing moans from the vocalist.

Freddie took John to his room and there they continued with the passionate kissing session ...

Finally, they made love with passion. Freddie was very happy, he had felt John inside of him and it was so special. It was the best sex Freddie had ever had in his life, it was so romantic and so passionate at the same time. Besides he was very happy to have made love to the person he most loved.

John was happy to finally be with the love of his life. For John it was not just sex , it was the beginning of a relationship and a new path in Freddie's life.

Both of them finally fell asleep hugging each other.

~ • ~

John woke up the next morning, he was naked and he was covered only with a sheet. Slowly he opened his eyes and found that the vocalist was not at his side.

A fear seized him when he saw that Freddie was not in bed.

Was it all a dream? Was Freddie really dead? He thought.

I was about to cry, when suddenly, Freddie came in holding a tray with a plate full of toast with cheese and orange juice. John immediately changed his face.

“Good morning, Deaky” He left the tray on the nightstand and approached the bassist to kiss his lips.

“Good morning, Fred” He said without stopping to see his new boyfriend.

The singer wore a kimono that he had gotten on one of the many tours to Japan. John was stunned to see him in that garment.

"Do you like what you see?" The old man modeled. John was able to see her naked and well turned thighs, she looked so fucking sexy with that.

“Y-Yes" He blushed "You look beautiful, Freddie" He confessed with a slight smile. Freddie's face  turned red when he heard those words.

"Thanks, Deaky" She sat on the bed and leaned over to kiss him sweetly. "I love you"

“I love you more, Fred ... And I will love you always” John whispered and then gave him a deep kiss full of love and passion ...

~ • ~

Freddie fired Paul without saying any reason that same day . His ex assistant threatened to divulge everything he knew about him, however, the vocalist gave it little importance, since he had already found that person to love and he didn’t care about anything else.

While John asked for a divorce from Veronica, she understood John’s feelings towards Freddie and she didn’t oppose his decision, the woman promised that she would be discreet with the relationship he had with Freddie. He said to her that his children wouldn’t lack anything and every weekend he would spend time with the children.

A new story full of love and mutual affection began. John didn’t know if life had given them a second chance to be happy together and Freddie could live without having contracted that damn disease or it was just a very real nightmare. The only thing he was sure of was that he was going to do everything possible to make him happy and be that somebody to love that Freddie had always sought. He was going to protect and love him forever so that the dream he had was just it ...

... Just a dream ...

*THE END*

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[imagination-is-key-in-my-world]

Soul-mates

Request : A soulmate au with Alec would be super cute 😍 like maybe the reader gets hurt somehow and physical contact with soulmates helps heal or something?? And both the reader and Alec are trying to resist the soulmate pull cause they don’t get along at first but then just super fluffy and cute. Does that make sense? 😂❤️ (ANONYMOUS)

Summary : Have you ever heard of the bond that a Soul-mate can have? Imagine a Parabati bond but stronger, imagine healing within seconds because someone touched you. Well imagine how hard that must be when you get hurt but the one person who can help you, hates you.

Warnings : Strong language in parts. Magnus is a clear Disney Fan.

Pairing : Alec Lightwood x Reader

Word Count : 2,861

“Get off of me!” Alec yelled at you, shaking your free hand from his arm as you tried to help him up. It was the first mission that required the whole team's participation as the institute was alerted that Valentine and Jonathan Christopher were seen tracking down a Warlock in this particular area.

Alec had been cornered, and he was unwilling to let you help him out of his rough patch. In fact, he seemed irritated at your eagerness to help. You had been aware lately that there was this almost magnetic pull that drew you to him. But it was definitely one sided. Alec couldn't stand to be around you. He also hated it when people thought that he was weak. “I can do it myself!” pulling himself up and shooting an arrow in your direction. “Alec!” You cried, closing your eyes tight as you thought it was going to hit you. However, the impact never came. Instead the arrow flew passed your head and struck one of Valentine's forsaken smack bang in the centre of his chest. For a second, you thought that your eyes locked with his. Knowing it was a crazy assumption you slapped the thought away. This was Alec, the boy that flipped you off with his eyes, the boy who would make a sarcastic comment about any strategic plan that you had. Knowing full well that they were almost always successful, pissing him off even more. “Y/N!” Isabelle screamed from across the alleyway, advancing towards you with her whip at the ready. “Get down!” And yet it was too late, the impact of a sharp instrument entered your back and poked out through your chest. You watched stunned at what had happened. Noticing the blood drops hitting the floor at the end of the blade. Everything was quiet as Jace, Isabelle and Clary ran towards you. You could see the scene play out, plenty of screaming and crying. “Y/N?” But, Jace's voice was the only thing that broke through the silence at first, “Alec help me help her up will you?” “No.. I c-” Alec's stern voice was the last thing you heard before you fell into Jace's arms.

**

“There's my little girl!” Luke laughed when he saw you try to walk for the first time. “You can do it, come on.” The room was filled with muffled cheers, as they tried their hardest not to startle you. Your mother Jocelyn was eyeing you with a mixture of fear and pride, “Don't push her too hard Luke, she will walk when she is ready.” Clary was dangling a toy in front of your face as if you were a dog, guiding you towards her step father Luke. “She is getting better at this daddy.” She wrapped herself into Luke's lap, watching her little sister lift herself up from the floor and stand unsteadily on both feet. Everyone cheered louder than they expected which startled you. Resulting in you landing back down onto your butt with a substantial thud. A small cry left your lips. “No no no,” Luke rushed over to you picking you up and cradling you in his arms as you rubbed your tiny fists against your eyes. Something was strange about this memory, it wasn't as if you were remembering it from the perspective of the younger version of yourself. It was as if you were present there too, stood in the room watching it all play out as if it were a movie. “Don't cry little one, it's okay. You are in a family of fighters. If you fall, you can always pick yourself back up again.” Luke spoke to the small girl in his arms. “Do you hear me Y/N, pick yourself back up again!” This time Luke was staring right at you, the spectator. “You fell. Now pick yourself back up!”

**

The words that were directed at you with so much fear, it startled you awake. When you opened your eyes you found yourself to be in a very familiar environment. The institute infirmary, but you were all alone. Lifting your head ever so slightly you gazed at the gauze taped around the middle of you chest. A sharp sting erupted from you body when you remembered what happened. “Ah!” Crying out as you tried to reach for the area. The monitor that you were wired up to started beeping like mad. The sudden movement to observe your situation caused a strong sense of pain travel through you body, resulting in an increase of your heart rate. Sometimes it was a good thing that you watched all of those doctor programmes on the television in your free time. “You will heal, but it will be hard and it will take some time. It's a pretty bad wound you got there.” Alec spoke up from the doorway, arms crossed, his usual authoritative stance. He turned around as quickly as he had appeared, he disappeared through the door. Part of you had thought that you had imagined him there the entire time. Maybe a hallucination from the pain and drugs that they had given you when your healing rune had failed. You couldn't help but feel saddened by the fact that Alec was this way with you. Clary, your sister, became a Shadowhunter (in training) when she was 18 in order to assist in finding the Mortal Cup. However, your dad Luke trained you to become a police officer, something your mother Jocelyn hated, but hated considerably less to you becoming a Shadowhunter. Once your mother had died, Luke panicked. He didn't know how to protect you any more, and doubted whether you joining the police was the right thing for you. Becoming a Shadowhunter was tough, you were starting late and the one person who was assigned to train you was Alec. Only problem was, he never liked you. You didn't know whether he felt bad because you knew what he had done or whether it was something more personal. Clary had told you on many occasions when you couldn't help but tear up over it, that it was just the way that he was. Over time you thought that his hatred would decrease, but it didn't. He point blank refused to train you when you told him that you found some of his instructions too difficult to comprehend. Calling you a pathetic invalid, “it's not my fault you cant understand the basics of battle training!”

**

“I have a theory, a theory that may help us to understand why she is not healing.” Magnus spoke from in front of you bed. It had been a couple of hours since you had woken to find the ignorant leader in the doorway of the infirmary. Magnus was one of your closest friends at the institute. You got on with everyone, but he always made you feel like you were special, acting more like an OLDER brother. “Have you tried using a Soul-mate bond?” “What on earth is a Soul-mate bond? You mean like a Parabati bond?” Jace said holding onto your hand and squeezing it, his other reaching for his rune on his torso. Magnus shook his head vigorously. “No this is different. This is like.. How should I put it,” he paused and we all watched as he searched for the right words, “Disney, yes Disney.” The grin on his face, obviously showed that he was satisfied with his answer. But by our confused gazes he had to continue. “In a Disney film, Snow White was brought back from death by her true love's kiss. Sleeping Beauty raised from a coma after pricking her finger on a spindle all because of a true love's kiss...” “Wow Magnus, you need to stop drinking.” You said laughing, then regretting it as it sent a stinging paint to your chest. “So what you're saying is, I need to kiss someone?” Your head fell down as you knew there was no hope of healing. “Fucking hell, never kissed a guy and now I have to be prostituted out across the institute to see if they can stitch me back together, yeah no thanks.” You mumble under your breath, hoping your sister doesn't pick up on your cynical behaviour. “Y/N!” She yelled, he clearly heard what you said, 'damn' you thought. “I know it's not ideal, but you need to heal.” “Come 'ere then, let me kiss you!” You mocked Clary, holding your arms out in front of you. “Ew no I'm your sister!” Her faced grimaced at your request. “Aha! Not nice is it when you have to kiss people you don't like!” You both burst out laughing and from the corner of your eye, he was there again. Standing in the doorway of the infirmary. For a split second, you thought you saw him smile. “Before anyone goes around kissing anyone!” Magnus was holding a book in his hand. “There may be another way. It doesn't have to be a kiss.” Jace leaned over to read the book that Magnus held in his hands, scanning the page that he had been reading from. “It says here that a Soul-mate can heal all wounds. Transfer pain from their partner by a simple compassionate touch.” His smile faded, “Looks like it isn't me then.” You knew he wasn’t upset by it, he was only trying to lift your spirits. “Maybe next time, Jace.” He squeezed your hand and sat back down.

**

Two days had passed and you were slowly started to feel yourself again, even though you still had a gaping hole in the middle of your chest. “Can I come in?” It was him, Mr Head of the Institute. “You make the rules, so whatever you want Mr Boss Man.” Your arms went behind your back as you tried to lift yourself into a sitting position. “Fuck me, that hurt,” you muttered as the pain shot through your entire body. “Hmm?” “Nothing, Alec. What brings you to my humble abode?” At least you didn't lose your sense of humour in the accident. “Why did you do it?” He broke the silence, but still keeping his distance from you. Your confused expression on your face gave little away. “Why did you continue to protect me in the mission.” Your shoulders shrugged while you weighed it out in your head. “It's what we do, we are Shadowhunters!” “Bullshit! The only other person you would do that for is Clary, and she wasn't far from me. Why protect me?” He eyed up the floor as if it was the most fascinating thing on the planet. “When all I’ve ever done is given you shit.” “Why is that?” Taking a sip of water from your cup, your mouth all of a sudden very dry. “Why do you always act like you hate me.” It was his turn to shrug his shoulders. “I don't know.” His voice cracked, something you have never heard before with him. “I guess I never forgave myself for what I did to Jocelyn. I wanted you to hate me the way that I hate myself each and everyday. So I teased you and ignored you most of the time. I made your life harder than everyone else's in training because I wanted you to hate me. Make you feel like I was pushing you too hard to be mean. But I also wanted you to learn how to protect yourself the best way you could.” A flash of guilt flooded his face as he edged slightly closer to your bed. “So you don't hate me?” He responded by shaking his head. “I don't hate you, just so you know. I don't blame you either, you know for my mum?” “But why? Why wont you and Clary hate me. I did something bad.” He sat at the edge of your bed close to tears. “I took away someone you loved.” There was yet another voice crack. Hearing him confess like this did soften your heart. You weren't lying. You didn't hate him, but you also couldn't forget what you saw on the footage. “It wasn't your fault Alec, it wasn't you.” The room was filled with sobs, but it wasn't his. They were yours, the sudden reflection on past memories burned at your gut. All of a sudden, there were arms wrapped around your body and lulling you, calming you, and smoothing over your hair. “Shhh,” he whispered letting out a few tears himself now that you couldn't see his weakness. You. “Alec?” You pulled away from him and he shot his head around wiping the evidence from his face. “I don't feel so good.” You said as your chest began to burn. The monitor was going crazy as your heart rate changed pace rapidly.  “What's happening to me?” Alec no longer cared that you were his weakness, he didn't care that you were now watching him cry as he called for help. Scared shitless that he was going to lose you. “Can I get some fucking help in here please!” Turning back to you and stroked your hair from your face. “It's gonna be okay Y/N. I'm not going anywhere, you're not going anywhere. You're staying with me okay?” The tears stung his eyes and his chest burned like mad, “stay with me!” he repeated before your eyes shut, and his face faded with everything turning black.

**

“Would you quit it, please!” You screamed as Alec threw you back down onto the mat just as you had regained your balance on your feet. “It hurts, and you're not giving me enough time to get ready.” “Really Y/N? No one and I repeat no one is going to give you enough time to get ready when we are under attack. They are not going to just stop, stand back, allow you to regain your bearings and then continue with the fight. That is not how real life works.” He yelled back at you. You hated training with Alec, he was far too rough with you. You had put a request in for Clary or even Jace to train you, but unfortunately they were both denied. “Okay I get it, but this isn't a battle. This is training and I am not going to learn if you don't ease up a bit.” You rubbed at your lower back as it trembled from the impact with the mat. Only to have your feet knocked out from under you sending you back down where you started. “I am not like you! For fuck's sake Alec!” “Fine, if you do not want to learn. Then you can find a new Shadowhunter to train your weak ass.” The last thing you saw was him walking out in a huff through the door. “Don't come crying to me when you die!” Tears filled your eyes as you pushed yourself up from the mat. Almost falling back down from the shear weakness of your body. “Oww!” Left your lips, hobbling towards your bag in the corner of the room. Lifting the strap onto your shoulder and limping out of the training room.

**

Alec's head shot up from where he was resting it against his arms on your bed. He had spent all night since you crashed out waiting for you to wake back up. He had only stirred what you moved slightly, which was pretty much the entire night. “Y/N?” Your eyes were now fluttering, threatening to open but when they did you instantly regretted it. The light burned your eyes. “Hey!” Alec whispered gripping your hand tighter, probably preventing the blood flow to your fingers. “how are you doing?” His free hand raised to your head and swiped the stray strands of hair from your forehead. “My own little sleeping white.” You snickered at his response. “That wasn't right was it?” You shook your head ever so slightly not wanting to move too much. “Ah well, not the point.” “What happened Alec? Why did I crash?” He simply pointed to your bandaged area but the bandage was no longer there. “Alec?” “Hey Soul-mate!” He had the biggest grin on his face as he placed a delicate kiss to your forehead. “You're all healed up now.” You began to shake your head, not truly convinced. “Nuhuh,” his eyebrows furrowed, “I haven't had my true love's kiss yet.” The corners of his lips rose to expose a cheesy smile. One that melted your heart but increased your smile. “Well in that case.” He slowly leaned down so that he was mere centimetres from your face, cupping your cheek with one hand but still holding tightly to yours with the other. The kiss was nothing like you expected it to be, you thought it was going to be rough like his fighting skills, but it was definitively a pleasant surprise. Slow and sweet and full of love. When he tried to pull away your hand shot to the back of his head, pulling him back down to continue the kiss. He was your Soul-mate after all.