#Sweethearts soulmates and snarky remarks

[starshineandbooks]

Come away with me, one last adventure?

Chapter one, in which Logan is woken up

Words- 1058

AO3

ship -Logince

summary- Faced with going to diffrent colleges Roman decides to borrwo Logan, at too early in the morning.

Trigger warning -None that I can think of!

Inspired by This post by @tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors

Logan groans loudly in protest as he looks at the man on his doorstep.

Roman Lopez-Muniz-Crowne, Logan’s childhood friend, and eternal gay love of his life, stands on Logan’s doorstep. Roman wears a pair of light jeans and converse paired with a cherry colored hoodie Logan had gotten him. The hoodie is a personalized hoodie to have the Dear Evan Hansen logo on the back.

Logan raises an eyebrow, groaning louder, brain relaxing and slowing at the realization that he’s with Roman.

“Come on one last adventure with me?”

“What?”

“Come on one last adventure with me before we have to go to college.”

“Roman- I don’t- It’s- What the fuck time is it?! If it’s between one and six in the morning I won’t forgive you.”

“Three fifty eight.” Roman supplies, looking up from the watch Logan had given him for his fifteenth birthday.

“I hate you.” Logan’s voice is harsh as his lips quirk up.

“I doubt that.”

Logan laughs gently, “Get in here, let me grab clothes and tell mom and dad.”

"God you’re the best.”

“Coffee pot’s empty, start some now.”

“Anything for you specs.” Roman smirks, but his voice is softer than he meant.

“Except letting me sleep.” Logan grumbles, slipping back up the stairs.

Roman makes it to the kitchen before he groans, cursing himself and pulling down the pre-ground coffee to make a pot that he knows Logan will drink all of but the bit Roman steals. Roman needs a moment, so he takes a sit down once he has the coffee pot set up.

He sets his face in his knees and groans again slowly, it’s so unfair. Logan is so pretty, and perfect, and Roman really would like his heart to not throw itself into a blender when Logan is even thought of. Logan shouldn’t be able to brighten and ruin Roman’s days with a simply look at him.

Logan returns, twenty minutes later, “Hey Ro, ready?” Roman doesn't respond and Logan sighs, setting his bag on the ground and moving about the kitchen, grabbing to go cups and making coffee to their desired sweetness and creaminess.

Logan takes his bag and the coffees to Roman’s car, setting things in the trunk and the cupholders before he returns, picking Roman up, cradling the older man in his arms closely.

Logan kisses Roman’s forehead softly, then he begins to carry the elder man out the door, knowing Roman’s been sleeping horribly lately. Logan struggles, but manages to get Roman into the car's passenger seat to then lock up his house. Logan takes the driver’s seat, starting the car with the keys he’s gotten off of the counter, pulling away from his house.

Roman sleeps soundly as Logan switches on the radio, humming along gently to the fallout boy song humming along, eyes scanning the road.

“I’m in love with you,” Roman whispers, sleep talking, again.

He does that a lot. Logan swallows hard, nodding as he takes a left, following the directions taped to the dashboard. Logan can’t help it, singing along as the song changes, lulled into safety by the lack of listeners.

“I've been reading books of old, The legends and the myths,

Achilles and his gold, Hercules and his gifts”

Logan has read a million books, and then some probably. He’s going to school to be a doctor, he studied the myths more than he should have perhaps, because it made him happy. He liked them, he’d always admired the idea of the greek heroes. Even though they generally had problems of their own. The song makes him smile softly, Roman loves this song, he’s always telling Logan about how much he wants something like the song. There it is, admiring a song and Roman comes to mind.

“Spider-Man's control, And Batman with his fists

And clearly I don't see myself upon that list”

Logan never had seen himself on that list had he? Someone worth loving, someone extraordinary. Not even a little, he never has been. Logan will never be the kind of person Roman wants. Logan crosses that off the list of things to think about, he needs to let go of this stupid fantasy. After all, Roman and Logan will have their own soulmates, it won’t be each other. When Logan turns eighteen he will wake up with a mark on him that is black, assuming he isn't a soulmate less, that will tell him where his soulmate will first touch him after his birthday -Also assuming he is the younger person in the relationship. And the universe would never give Roman someone like Logan, Roman deserves so much better.

“But she said, where'd you wanna go?

How much you wanna risk?”

If Logan lets himself fantasize, as he sees no harm in it while Roman lay sleeping and no one watches him but the stars and the moon, he’d go anywhere with Roman. Logan would risk it all if he got a single chance, soulmates be damned.

“I'm not lookin' for somebody With some superhuman gifts”

Logan has never needed a whole lot from anyone, he’s always been self sufficient, he likes it that way.

“Some superhero, Some fairy-tale bliss

Just something I can turn to Somebody I can kiss”

Logan knows full well happy endings aren’t what they seem, and you have to work at anything, especially relationships. But he would like someone he knows will always be there for him. Someone like Roman. Logan bets Roman’s lips are soft, if a little chapped. Logan chides himself, that’s not what to think about right now.

“I want something just like this”

Logan looks to Roman, the boy’s face pressed against the window, slumped to the slide and drooling a tiny bit where his mouth hangs open. Wrapped in a large hoodie still, face lax as he breathes slowly. The stars and sky above, his best friend at his side, the simultaneous flood of tight, warm flutters paired with claws and teeth in his heart aside, this is a moment Logan would live even with the rush of emotions gladly over and over. In this one moment, everything is right, and it’s enough to dull the vortex of fears with his impending soulmate, and Roman in general, and starting a new college in a new state, and anything else that might be wrong.

Masterpost    Chapter two

[luvth0t]

SPILLED DRINKS ━ P.G

in which things get heated between you and the guy you despise; your best friends friend, pierre, in more ways than one.

warnings; NSFW, hate sex lETS GO, orgasm denial kinda??, degradation, choking, hair pulling, idk just rough sex lol

you loved charles, with all your heart. as a friend obviously. the pair of you quite clearly platonic soulmates. having grown up as family friends and best friends, you’ve been inseparable since you could walk despite the differing personalities.

he was a sweetheart, charming smile and perfect manners. you had always been blunt and some sort of a troublemaker. you’d always be getting him into trouble; or he’d be getting you out of it.

while you didn’t spend as much time together nowadays as you did when you were kids, due to work and the reality of being an adult. the bond hasn’t changed. you were there for his first karting race, and now travel to as many grand prix’ as possible. it being a running joke that you were his good luck charm.

which was why the monégasque was grinning ear to ear as he listened to his close friend pierre ramble about some amazing meal he had a few days ago. the pair both hanging out in his ferrari drivers room. it was friday, a few hours before first practice. and you should be showing up any moment.

you were as excited as charles to be here for the austrian grand prix, able to catch the end of the triple header. and it wasn’t until you waltzed into his drivers room that you remembered what you didn’t love about charles.

his close friend pierre gasly.

you remember it like yesterday, charles came back from some karting meet all those years ago and was raving about this cool french guy he had met. automatically you grew jealous. only 10 at the time, it was simple as charles was your best friend. and this pierre guy was automatically deemed a threat. you were charles’ best friend, and would remain so.

unfortunately it only got worse from there. your tough exterior was only met by a defensive pierre, and since then the two of you hadn’t been able to have any sort of civil conversation. you just clashed personalities.

nothing serious had actually happened, just snarky remarks, avoidance, tension so thick it could be cut with a knife. he hasn’t done anything to hurt you, neither have you to him. but that doesn’t change your opinion on the driver.

he was a pretentious, snobby, pretty boy who put on a nice act that everyone fell for. not you though.

and in his eyes you were a rude, stubborn bitch who was too l close minded. his words.

“what is he doing here?” you huffed, the smile dropping from your face immediately; which had charles frowning too, earning an eye roll from the alphatauri driver who mumbled an ‘oh great,’ under his lips.

“it’s my job to be here.” the french man replied flatly, pointing out the obvious. it was charles turn to huff, he hadn’t even been able to greet you before the pair of you were bickering.

“yeah no shit. i meant here. is there not some team rule that means he can’t be in here?” you tried to argue waving your hands to refer to the ferrari drivers room, raising your eyebrows at charles. who simply shook his head.

“why can’t i spend a few precious moments with my two favourite people?” charles smiled cheesily, definitely knowing he was asking a lot with that question. also exposing the fact he intentionally did not mention to pierre that you were going to be here.

you could only roll your eyes as you sat down on one of the slim couches, not being able to stop yourself from narrowing your eyes pierre’s way. he brought out your childish and petty side that’s for sure. but you did the same with him.

“stop staring. you’re making me uncomfortable,” pierre spoke your way; charles letting out a small chuckle as you let out an exaggerated sigh.

“if you’re uncomfortable you should leave.” you suggested, crossing your arms over your chest.

“i was here first.” pierre quickly snapped back, charles laughing a bit louder this time as he shook his head. almost as a disappointed father.

“you two are like children.” he chuckled, glancing between his two close friends. while he wished you two got along, he also didn’t quite understand the extent of your dislike for each other. hence why charles was always making a joke out of it.

and you and pierre both adored charles too much to ever make it a problem for him, he the only reason you somehow manage to tolerate being in a close proximity to pierre.

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the weekend flew by, like it always did. and before you knew it, it was sunday night.

the race was nothing special, charles scored points. not as many as he would’ve hoped. but it wasn’t bad enough to turn him off his idea of going out that night.

he wanted to celebrate and have a night of fun while you were here. and you couldn’t say no after three days of him begging. your soft spot was charles, and it was quite obvious.

so now here you were, in a random night club in austria; dressed in a white skirt with a matching white crop top. standing next to lando amongst a few of the drivers, ferrari team and others you couldn’t recognise.

lando and you had grown somewhat close over lockdown during covid, discord calls of you, lando and charles that lasted hours as you played a variety of games.

you didn’t talk to him as much now, but he was a friendly face you had no shame in approaching and talking to amongst this crowd.

“i’m gonna go grab a drink, want one?” you offered the brit, who politely declined. you had thought of finding charles and asking if he wanted one, but he was no where to be seen. typical. always inviting you places then losing you in the crowd. he was a social butterfly; whereas you weren’t.

approaching the bar, you were caught off guard when someone quickly turned around, colliding with you and spilling their drink all down your front; a gasp leaving your lips as you quickly jumped back. all too late however.

“what the fuck,” you spoke out, glancing up only to be met with none other than pierre himself. which caused your anger to rise. not only had a drink been spilt on you, his, drink had been spilt on you.

“oh shit,” pierre spoke, a small chuckle leaving his lips when he realised it was you who he had collided with. the apologetic expression leaving his face the second his soft eyes landed on your piercing ones. “my bad,” he hummed; putting his hands up in defence.

“you fucking asshole.” you grunted, shoving him in the chest. which had him stumbling back a few steps. the music too loud and those around you too busy to notice the little argument unfolding, as you glared daggers up at him.

the emotions making you just run with the assumption it was on purpose. because even though it wasn’t, he seemed to be enjoying this a hell of a lot.

“hey, you ran into me!” he defended with a scoff, turning around and putting his now empty glass down on the bar behind him before turning to face you again. “i’m sorry. i didn’t mean that.” pierre tried to apologise, having to purse his lips to keep a straight face, a smirk attempting to tug on his features.

“my ass you didn’t mean that.” you grunted, before turning to storm off towards the bathroom. you wouldn’t have been mad if it was anyone else, sure it’s an inconvenience but mistakes happen. but it wasn’t just anyone.

you had no clue where the bathroom was, having never been here. and while attempting to weave through the crowd a hand quickly grabbed your arm. “here i’ll come help you,” pierre offered when you turned to face him; causing you to roll your eyes.

“i don’t need your help.” you spat out, tugging your arm out of his grip to so you could continue on walking, your stubbornness getting the better of you. and you weren’t going to let him get over his guilt so quickly either.

“fuck sake y/n,” pierre huffed, being two steps behind you before grabbing your arm again; a little tighter this time. “you’re not walking through this club with a see-through shirt on, by yourself. okay? so stop being fucking difficult for once and let me help you,” pierre snapped; he called you a stubborn bîtch for a reason.

it was only then your eyes fell down to your shirt. your white shirt, which now was covered in whatever drink pierre had fancied meaning it was in fact see through. your baby pink bra well on display which had your cheeks going a tint of red. he was right and you hated to admit it, you didn’t feel like walking through this club alone now either.

“well hurry up then.” you huffed, not having any comeback for his words as you started to walk again; allowing him to follow. hesitantly of course. you didn’t need his help nor want it, but in this cruel world even his presence would put you at ease while your bra is quite visible.

finally finding the bathroom, you hadn’t noticed pierre slipped inside the bathroom behind you until he was locking the door behind him. “you can wait outside.” you told him with raised eyebrows.

“i said i was helping,” he reminded you as if it was obvious. “helping may be unfamiliar to you but it means that i’m gonna try assist you in drying your shirt and may even offer you my jacket if need be,” he explained in a condescending matter which had you glaring up at him… once again.

“yes because it takes two people to dry one top.” you scoffed sarcastically. and he simply stood there with raised eyebrows, showing he wasn’t going to argue or agree with you. “fine. you can dry it yourself then,” you hummed, lifting your top over your head and throwing it at his chest.

much to his surprise at the sight of your almost bare upper half matched with a baby pink bra, he managed to catch the top. taken back but not letting it distract him for too long; despite your breathtaking figure, which had him clearing his throat. as if he’d ever give you the upper hand. “thank you.” he chimed in fake happiness, moving towards the hand dryer; holding your shirt under it as he turned it on.

you couldn’t help but bite the inside of your cheek, annoyed he had just agreed and was actually drying your top. and now you were standing here in your bra for no reason at all. at least wanting some reaction from the driver; it was all about one upping the other.

it was pretty much awkward silence for the next few minutes as he attempted to dry your shirt. you weren’t oblivious to his eyes glancing over you in the mirror every once and a while. unfortunately despite his hatred for you, it was no secret you were beautiful.

but to him what was on the inside ruined it. same with you when it came to him.

he was definitely attractive, but you prided yourself on not being attracted to him.

“try that,” he finally spoke up, passing you the shirt. and without hesitation you pulled it over your head before turning to look at it in the mirror.

still see through.

“i’ll keep trying,” he offered; appearing behind you to get a glimpse of the state of the shirt in the mirror.

“no you can leave. i’ll dry it myself,” you huffed. this was all his fault really. okay well it was also your fault, but he was easier to blame.

“you’re being ridiculous.” he scoffed, growing frustrated with your stubbornness as you turned around to move to the hand dryer; being quick to get in your way.

you quickly put your hands up as you were met with his chest. “move.” you spoke through gritted teeth as you attempted to step around him, however he simply just stepped to the side as you did so.

“no.”

“now you’re being ridiculous.” you scoffed, attempting to step to the other side. but he simply followed you. charles was right, you two were like children when it came to the bickering.

for about 20 seconds you were trying to step around him, but he kept blocking you; both of you mumbling out incoherent complaints and curses. you telling him to move and him insisting on drying it himself as it was ‘his fault.’ before eventually his hands grabbed your waist to keep you still in front of him. which definitely caught you off guard, making you look up at him immediately.

he was looking down at you when your eyes met his, and you were struggling to read his face. definitely annoyance, anger and frustration. but it also appeared as if he was thinking.

parting your lips to deliver him another petty insult, you were cut off by his lips being pressed to yours.

which you hadn’t expected at all, his grip squeezing at your waist lightly. and before you knew it you were kissing him back, hands moving to grab at his shirt.

your lower back hit the counter as he backed you up towards it, his lips moving against yours aggressively, which you happily reciprocated; tugging him closer by his shirt.

“finally found a way to shut you up.” he breathed out once pulling away, causing your eyes to narrow back into a glare up at him. your hands still holding his shirt, and you didn’t intend on letting go.

“i wouldn’t expect to be making much noise with you anyways,” you replied, the smirk on your lips giving away the fact you were somewhat challenging him. and well, taking the opportunity to insult him and his ego of course.

and it worked. because it had all the amusement drained from his face. before his large hands used their grip on your waist to turn you around, so you were facing the mirror and your back was against his chest. his hand then moving to wrap around your neck, which had a gasp leaving your lips.

“you just don’t know when to stop running your mouth hm?” he grunted out, his lips next to your ear as he watched your reactions through the mirror, applying a bit of pressure to your neck. and you couldn’t help the small moan that left your lips, for the first time ever not having any sort of come back. and that alone had his signature smirk returning to his face.

“i hate you,” you breathed out. feeling as if you should remind him. and yourself. and also it was all your mind could think of in the moment, way too focused on his breath on your skin and his hand around your neck. which had your thighs squeezing together.

“feeling’s mutual mon chérie,” he chuckled lowly, eyes grazing over you in the mirror; only to see you staring back at him in the reflection, desperation in your eyes to see his next move. “should treat you like a brat considering you wanna keep acting like one.” he told you, his hand remaining around your neck as he held you against his chest.

with his eyes on you, his hand holding you and his presence behind you; you were becoming desperate for him to touch you. which you didn’t want to admit. and wouldn’t admit. you wish you had some alcohol in your system so you could blame it for these wild thoughts; but you were sober and getting aroused from the man you despised.

his free hand was slowly snaking down your waist; finding the waistband of your skirt and beginning to play with it lightly; which had you biting down on your bottom lip. this piece of shit.

“if you want something just ask.” he told you with a smirk, being a total tease because seeing you needy for him was was quite tempting right now. he was reading you like a book and your eyes were speaking for themselves but he wasn’t going to underestimate how stubborn you were.

“fuck you.” you replied after a few moments of consideration. so close to just telling him to touch you already but you had too much pride for that. right now at least anyways.

pierre seemed to be thinking for a few moments, holding you still all the while. and before you knew it has hand dipped under the waist band of your skirt and your panties; his fingers finding your clit immediately, which had your breath hitching in your throat.

“this wet and i’ve barely touched you. i think you like me more than you let on,” pierre muttered before his fingers began rubbing circles on your clit immediately, a moan falling from your lips quite quickly.

you had parted your lips to snap back at him, but all that was heard was another soft moan when he slipped a finger inside of you; not giving you anytime to prepare for him to start moving it in and out of you.

“oh- fuck,” you moaned out as you moved to grip the counter lightly; causing him to smirk and react quickly, tugging you back by his grip on your neck; the feeling of his ring pressing against your skin somewhat noticeable but nothing you were going to complain about.

his thumb had replaced his fingers on your clit as he slid another finger inside of you, moving them in and out of you quickly as he kept his eyes on you through the mirror. a sight he usually hates to see looked pretty damn good right now, and the sounds you were making had him growing hard. which you were well aware of as he was holding you against his front.

“don’t you dare go quiet on me now baby,” pierre spoke up when he noticed you biting down on your bottom lip to try conceal your moans, but when he began curling them your pride was no longer a priority. another moan escaping your lips, then another… and another.

“oh god,” you spoke; this man was damn good with his fingers, your knees already feeling weak. which showed as they shook lightly, there was still a small part of you that was screaming to break free and tell him to leave right now; but it felt good. too good.

“look at you, getting off from just my fingers where anyone could hear, such a slut huh?” he spoke, applying pressure to your neck to make you look back into the mirror; his words earning a whine as your cheeks heated up. his fingers still working like crazy. “tell me who’s making you feel this good.”

you only moaned in response, even on the edge of an orgasm you didn’t want to give him that satisfaction, despite him more than satisfying you right now. but when your lack of response was met with more pressure applied to your throat and his fingers inside you stilling, you couldn’t help but squirm and whimper. “you. fuck pierre, you. please,” you moaned out.

and the way you moaned his name had his mind going into a frenzy; and he grew impatient. removing his fingers from you, which had you complaining. “you fucking tease just-” you started to breathe out, which had him rolling his eyes as he released your neck from his grip. marks quite visible already. you would’ve probably fell to the ground if he hadn’t bent you over the sink counter beforehand, shutting you up in the process.

“stop fucking talking before i find a better use for that mouth,” he cut you off, his hand on the flat of your back as your hands found a grip on the edge of the bench top, and for once you were quick to shut up. his dominant tone and threat turning you on more than it should’ve. but that wasn’t too hard to do considering he had just denied you of an orgasm and your only thoughts right now were about getting off.

you watched in the mirror intently as he messed with the buckle on his belt, tugging his pants down. his hands then finding your skirt, flipping it up to reveal your panties. tugging them down your legs before kicking them apart lightly.

without any warning he thrusted into you, which had you jolting forward as a loud moan left your lips, your grip tightening on the counter. “fuck,” you moaned; his groan also being heard as he gripped your hips.

he gave you a few moments to adjust, before he bang to thrust in and out of you roughly; at a fast pace as well, attempting to keep his eyes on your reflection in the mirror despite the temptation to throw his head back; admiring the way your body was reacting to him.

“fuck mon chéire, taking me so well.” he groaned; one of his hands moving to grip your ass as he continued to fuck you, your legs already beginning to shake again from being so sensitive from only moments before.

his hand soon found your hair, tangling in a few strands before tugging your head back slightly; forcing you to look at him through the mirror once again. “fuck pierre please,” you moaned; unsure what you were even asking for. but he seemed to know what you wanted when you didn’t, his hand leaving your ass; slapping it before hand, which had you jolting forward once again and moaning out, before his fingers found your clit again. not wasting any time in rubbing fast paced circles, having your eyes roll back.

“fuck me baby you look so pretty like this, legs spread just for me yeah?” he asked as he tugged on your hair lightly; leaning down to start kissing at the skin on your neck roughly; leaving marks to match those left by his rings. you couldn’t even form a sentence, his cock pounding you and his assault on your skin and clit having you a moaning mess; only moaning and whimpering in response to his question.

“want you to look at me when you cum slut,” he demanded; the way you clenched around him not only had him moaning but also telling him you were close to cumming. and you certainly were. he tugged your hair again, which had a louder moan slipping past your lips as you forced your eyes open to look at him.

and fuck did he look good, fucking you from behind while holding you up; you weren’t even mad that you were having these thoughts. although you probably would be afterwards, that was a problem for the future.

“go on, cum for me.” he grunted, knowing damn well seeing you fall over the edge on his cock would probably be enough to have him cumming as well, still moving in and out of you at a fast pace, his thrusts rough and not showing any signs of slowing down either. and neither did his fingers.

“oh-oh fûck, pierre.” you moaned; attempting to keep your eyes open on him as you came, lips parting as your legs shook uncontrollably. only still standing from your grip on the counter and his hand in your hair, clenching around him as you reached your high. grateful for the loud music of the nightclub that would hopefully be drowning out all your noises. but frankly right now you couldn’t care less if anyone could hear you.

groans, moans and grunts were leaving the drivers lips as he watched you shake beneath him and come undone; not slowing his thrusts so you could ride out your high as much as possible. also getting close to his orgasm, slowing his fingers down however so before moving his hand so could grip your hip again.

it was only a matter of time before he came inside of you, you managing to watch him through heavy eyelids as he did so. and the sight of his head falling back matched with the sound of his groans were more appealing to you than you would ever admit. being on the pill, him having came inside of you wasn’t a worry.

after a few moments of catching your breath, he pulled out of you; releasing the grip of your hair. which had you whimpering as you almost fell to the ground, gripping the counter tightly as his hands quickly caught you by the waist. your legs still shaky, which had him letting out a breathless chuckle.

“shut up,” you mumbled as he swiftly picked you up and placed you on the counter, a cocky smirk on his face from the fact you couldn’t stand.

he parted his lips to say something but was cut off by his phone ringing, almost on cue. reaching into his jacket pocket he answered when he saw it was charles.

you simply watched him, leaning back against the mirror as you still tried to regain yourself, properly fucked out. which wasn’t usual considering you had only cum once. he’d fucked you good and you couldn’t even deny it. the fact your legs were still shaking spoke for itself.

“y/n, no haven’t seen her.” pierre spoke, eyes falling onto you with a smirk; your red cheeks and messy hair, marked up neck; taking it all in. “maybe she’s done us all a favour and left early,” pierre shrugged; causing you to glare at him; moving your leg to kick him in the thigh.

“i’m just in the bathroom then i’ll help you try find her.” pierre spoke into the phone after a few moments of silence, charles rambling on the other end of the line.

you sat there silently as he quickly wrapped up the phone call, only now starting to process what you had just done.

the worst part being that you enjoyed it, a little bit too much.

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read part two here

a/n: ngl this was better in my head bUT oh well. tempted to do a part two so pls let me know if you’d be interest! also i lazily proof read this so ignore any stoopid errors <333

[alpacaparkaseok]

Relentless

I choose you.

→ Pairing: KTH x oc

→ warnings/tags/genre: SFW, soulmate au, angsty, fluff, mentions of a past abusive relationship

→ word count: 5.9k

→ a/n: made it! this is the bonus chapter of the original series “Lost & Found”, which I would recommend reading before you read this because it might not make a lot of sense otherwise. Please be aware that this jumps timelines a bit, so be aware of the headings before each section. 

I hope you guys enjoy! Thank you all for waiting so patiently!

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“Hello, my name is Christina, and I…”

           “Take your time, Christina.”

           She takes a deep breath, keeping her eyes on the floor even as all eyes around the circle are on her. “I cut my thread because my soulmate…he wasn’t a good man.”

           Another deep breath.

           “And I think I may have ruined a lot of other people’s relationships.”

           Kim Taehyung, Kim Taehyung, Kim Taeh-

--

           It’s been eight months since Christina has seen Taehyung’s soulmate, after firmly ordering her to find someone else to cut her thread.

           “I’m not doing it,” Christina seethed. Angry, but for what? A real chance at love? Even as the thought crosses her mind, she scoffs. False hope is all that it is. “If you’re so set on ruining your life, go find someone else to help you.”

           Ae remains composed, almost terrifyingly so. She stands with her arms crossed, her back to the warehouse door. She looks around at the tools lying around, no doubt trying to figure out exactly how Christina manages to sever the thread.

           “Christina,” Ae mumbles softly, only making Christina want to scream even louder. “At least show me how-”

           “Get out.”

           “Listen for a second-”

           “Ae, I’m not kidding. Get out of my warehouse. I’m not showing you anything! Just- can’t you just give him a chance?”

           Ae blinks, arms falling to her sides as she laughs softly. “You think that’s what this is about? You couldn’t be more wrong.”

           “Enlighten me, then.”

           “I can’t do it, Christina. I can’t stand to live in his shadow for the rest of my life. That’s the only reason they were going to hire me! I didn’t-” Ae stops, rubbing her face angrily. “I didn’t even get to finish my interview. Once I was labeled as Taehyung’s soulmate, it’s like nothing even mattered anymore.”

           Christina doesn’t quite know what to say to that, but she knows who does. “Talk to Jolie about it, then. She can help you, she went through the same thing.”

           It should be an easy fix, right?

           “Jolie, like Jimin’s soulmate?”

           “I’ll call her right now, if you want. She knows better than anyone how to deal with this. Chung-hei, too.”

           Ae hesitates. “That’s Namjoon’s?”

           Christina arches a brow, about to say something snarky about labels, but deciding against it at the last moment. “Yeah. Just talk to them before you do anything drastic, ok?”

           Once Ae agrees, Christina is pulling her phone out and sending a message to her group chat with Sunmi, Jolie, and Chung-hei. She ignores the sharp pain that goes through her when she sees that the most recent text was from Jolie, teasing her about Taehyung.

Me: I’m sending a new friend over to Jolie’s apartment. It’s an emergency meeting. Can everyone make it?

                       Everyone responds quickly, agreeing to meet up. Sunmi offers to swing by Christina’s apartment to pick her up, which she agrees to.

           When Sunmi’s car pulls up, Christina gestures for Ae to head out.

           “Aren’t you coming with me?” Ae asks. When Christina shakes her head, Ae’s eyes widen. “But, I don’t know any of these people.”

           Christina smiles softly. “They’re going to be like family to you, don’t worry. Now, go. Tell Sunmi that I’ll catch up later.”

           Ae studies Christina’s eyes for a long moment, sensing her lie but heading for the door regardless. However, just before she heads out the door, she turns around to face the solemn girl.

           “You know, Christina…I know that it’s you.”

           Christina’s eyes widen, but she says nothing. Surely she’s mistaken; how would Ae know about her ties to Taehyung? Perhaps she revealed too much by sending her off to Jolie, she should’ve known how obvious that would be-

           “Yours was the first name out of his mouth today, not mine.”

           And with that, Ae strides out of Christina’s apartment, never looking back.

--

Eight Months Prior (the day Ae and Taehyung met)

Taehyung’s hands are shaking as he slams the door behind him and rushes to the sink, crashing into it. He pants at his reflection, bringing one of those shaking hands up to brush the hair from his eyes but freezes when he notices the red thread dangling from his left hand.

           “Hello, my name is Ae, and I’m interviewing for the camera director position.”

           Taehyung had been slouched in the corner all morning, playing on his phone and wondering why one earth Christina had practically begged him the night before to go to the interviews. However, when he heard that voice…

           “Wait,” he pokes his head up and looks toward the center of the room. His eyes met wide ones, the girl in question freezing in her place as Taehyung sat up to get a better view. “Do I know you?”

           “N-no,” Ae jumps a little, looking apprehensive and automatically sliding her left hand behind her back. It’s that movement that alerts Taehyung to the life-changing knowledge that his soulmate is a mere few feet away from him.

           The rest is a blur.

           People cheered – cheered – when they made the connection, some staff member giving Taehyung a hearty pat on the back that propelled him toward Ae. Something shouted something about giving the couple some space, while another made a remark about Ae obviously getting the job.

           “Her soulmate is Kim Taehyung,” they mumbled with a smile. “Of course she’s gonna get the job. How dreamy is that? Getting to work with your soulmate!”

           Taehyung was so engrossed in his own thoughts that he didn’t notice the way Ae flinched at the staff member’s comment. Instead, he stood there like a fool as Ae kept her eyes on the ground, fiddling with a loose thread on her sweater.

           It was only when the room fell eerily silent that Taehyung realized everyone had left, leaving him alone with his supposed soulmate.

           “I’m so sorry,” Ae began, daring a quick glance up at Taehyung. “I didn’t realize you’d be in here today, I would have rescheduled-“

           “Wait, what?” Taehyung frowns, his voice raspy. “You knew?”

           As his soulmate studies his expression, he hates how she sees right through him. This beautiful stranger already knows more about him than his most loyal friends do.

           Because Ae rises from her seat, crossing her arms and offering Taehyung a soft smile. A sad smile, that doesn’t quite reach her eyes.

           “Don’t worry Taehyung,” she mumbles. “I’ll take care of everything.”

           His blood runs cold when he realizes what she means

           “Christina.”

           When he stumbles out of the room a few moments later, the only thing on his mind is talking to Christina. He nearly drops his phone in the effort, but he finally manages to get her contact information up.

           As he listens it ring, he wonders what exactly he wants from this phone call.

           To beg her forgiveness?

           Or to beg her to run away with him?

           In the end, she doesn’t answer. Four missed phone calls and six increasingly desperate texts later, Taehyung bursts into the nearest room he can find. And it’s now, standing in the bathroom on the main floor of the Hybe building, that Taehyung tries to call someone else.

           “Hello?”

           “Jiminie…”

           “Tae? What’s up?”

           “Jimin, I-” Taehyung closes his mouth, staring down at his red thread before speaking again. “I met her.”

           “You met…who?”

           Taehyung’s pretty sure he can hear Jolie in the background of the call, and it makes Taehyung’s heart clench. His mouth runs on with his thoughts, forgetting that Jimin has no idea what he’s talking about.

           “This can’t be happening,” he mumbles, running a hand through his unruly hair. “Why is this happening?”

           “Tae, where are you?”

           Taehyung can hardly hear him anymore, stuck staring at his reflection in the mirror and replaying the day over and over. Angry at himself for being so foolish, for the eternal track that his mind keeps running. No matter how he reads it, he always comes back to the same conclusion. The same question.

           “How could she do this to me?”

--

           When Taehyung left the room in a flurry of nerves and shock, Ae remained behind. Still in shock from the whole encounter, still wondering if she was supposed to finish up her interview.

           She wished that she would have snuck out before the staff started coming back in.

           “How are you feeling?” One staff in particular asked. She was a part of the board that was conducting interviews, her name was Lia. She appeared to be bouncing on the balls of her feet, staring at Ae as though she were an ancient artifact that had recently been uncovered. “Can you believe it?”

           Ae smiled softly, fighting the uneasy feeling in her gut. “Er…no. Not really.”

           At her words, the rest of the staff giggle and start chatting amongst themselves, throwing out the occasional question that Ae hardly has time to answer before another one comes. She finally clears her throat, glancing at Lia expectantly.

           “So, uh…” she shakes her head, trying to sound more professional. “Do we need to carry on with the interview now?”

           Everyone stares at her for a moment before Lia promptly bursts out laughing. “Oh, sweetheart,” she croons, reaching out and patting Ae’s head. “I mean, if you want to, we can finish it. But you know you’ve got the job, right?”

           At this news Ae perks up. “Wait, really? I didn’t know-”

           “Your soulmate is literally Kim Taehyung,” another staff member pipes up from the back. “How could you not?”

           As everyone shares knowing smiles, Ae remains frozen to her seat. “I- you mean…” she trails off, and Lia tilts her head quizzically. “Not to sound ungrateful, but…say Taehyung wasn’t my soulmate. Would I still get the job?”

           To Lia’s credit, she tries to look serious about considering the question. However, Ae sees all that she needs to see is that moment of hesitation. And when Lia opens to mouth to say, “Of course,” Ae slowly rises from her seat and excuses herself from the room.

           That was the beginning of the end.

Later that night

Someone is pounding on the door. With a heavy sigh and tear-swollen eyes, Christina pads her way up to her front room. She stares at the front door, flinching when the knocking resumes.

           “What?” She yells out, annoyance clear in her tone. The response on the other side of the door is muffled, but rings loud and clear through Christina’s ears.

           “Christina, I swear if you don’t open this door right now-”

           With her heart in her throat, Christina yanks the front door open, causing the annoying nuisance of a person to stumble inside, gasping. Once they gain their balance, Christina hurries to shut the door behind them, cursing under her breath at how freezing it is outside.

           Her visitor tries and fails to hide his shivers, and he pants and pushes his mop of hair back. Water drips from his clothes, pooling on the floor and seeping into the rug. However, Christina can’t find the words to properly reprimand him as he straightens up and levels her with a piercing stare.  

           “Now,” Taehyung breathes out, jaw clenched. “Care to explain all of this?” He desperately points to the red thread hanging from his left hand, a testament to his soulmate on the other side of it.

           “No. Not really.”

           Taehyung’s eyes flash at Christina’s off-hand attitude, something white-hot coursing through him as she goes to reach for the door. No doubt to kick him out.

           He won’t have it, though. In an instant he’s grabbed Christina’s shoulders, halting her in her movement and turning her about to face him completely. For some reason he’s panting again, and as Christina looks up at him through her lashes, he swallows heavily.  

           Hands falling to his sides, Taehyung clenches and unclenches his jaw. Christina remains silent before him, staring up at him as though daring him to speak. To say something stupid and making everything somehow worse than it already is.

           “Don’t-” the word gets caught in his throat, “don’t shut me out.” Taehyung closes his eyes, squeezes them shut for a long moment before opening them again and chancing a step forward. “Don’t leave me.”

           Christina knows she should step away, open the door, and kick Taehyung out into the rain again. Make him leave, make him call Ae. Send him over to Jolie’s apartment, where his soulmate is no doubt coming to see that cutting the thread isn’t the best choice.

           But she doesn’t move. Caught in those endless irises, holding her in her spot.

           And to think, just yesterday they were joking around. Comfortable. Happy.

           “I don’t want to hope.”

           The words tumble out of Christina’s mouth without her consent, however once she starts speaking, the words just won’t stop.

           “Please don’t do this to me, Tae. Taehyung. I can’t be the reason everyone’s lives fall apart. I already ruined my own life, isn’t that enough? You don’t want me-”

           “Why wouldn’t I want you?” He asks, deathly quiet.

           Christina can’t stand the way he’s looking at her. Like he’d gladly give it all up – give his soulmate up – just to spend a little longer here with her. So despite the horrible wrongness of her words, she spits them out anyway in an effort to wipe that look from his face.

           “You don’t want somebody’s leftovers, Taehyung.”

           Taehyung jolts as though someone slapped him, mouth dropping at her words. His eyes glance down at her severed thread, the same one she’d held up a mere week ago when they’d sat together on the balcony of his apartment.

           It had been with hushed tones that Christina finally told Taehyung her whole story. How she ran from her soulmate, desperate to find any way to cut her thread. And Taehyung had silently listened, holding her when it all became too much.

           Now, those hushed tones have dagger-like tendencies. Now Christina wields the truth against herself, trying to sabotage whatever this is between them before it’s too late.

           Taehyung doesn’t have it in him to inform her that it already is too late.

           It’s been too late for a while now. He’s in too deep.

           “Christina,” he breathes. His eyes are so dangerous, flashing with a moment’s anger as he thinks on what her words entail. “Do you really think that?”

           “It doesn’t matter what I think-”

           “Yes, it does!” Taehyung shouts now, and Christina realizes that she’s somehow managed to break down those walls. He was angry to begin with, so it didn’t take too much to stoke that flame again. “Of course it does, how can you even say that about yourself?”

           “Taehyung, I’ve already accepted that this is how it’s going to be. Can’t you just be happy?”

           “Be happy? Did you seriously just ask me to be happy?”

           “Yes! No go find your soulmate and be happy with her!”

           “NO!”

           Christina jumps as Taehyung’s voice echoes through her small apartment, hand jumping up to where her heart beats madly against her chest. Taehyung huffs in front of her, eyes wild as he struggles to explain.

           “How dare you throw this away?” Taehyung takes another step forward, boxing her in as her legs press against the back of her couch. “How dare pretend like I haven’t been happy this entire time, with you? Did that…weren’t you happy?”

           Yes.

           “Please leave.”

           Taehyung’s breathing falters, suddenly more labored as he blinks rapidly. It’s only later that Christina will realize that he was blinking away tears. Tears of frustration, sadness, she’s not sure.

           “Please,” she whispers, squeezing her eyes shut and dropping her head in her hands. “Please don’t make me the villain. Make it work, Tae. Just…try. For Ae.”

           If Christina lifted her head to look at Taehyung, she would have seen him furiously wiping away a stray tear, shaking his head.

           “But I don’t love Ae.”

           Christina curls in on herself even more, silently begging him to not finish that thought. I love you.

           Because he does. Or at least, he thinks he does.

           But Christina knows that she loves him. She has for months now. And this is the best way to love him.

           Give him the best shot she can at true love.

           “You will.”

           Christina swears she can feel Taehyung ghost a hand over her hair before thinking better of it. He stays for a while longer, breathing ragged and a million thoughts running through his mind.

           Christina doesn’t dare look at him, still hiding her head in her hands.

           “Christina…” Taehyung finally whispers. Even his quiet voice sounds too loud in her head. “Look at me. Please, look at me.”

           She does after a few shaky breaths, willing herself to shut down her emotions as she drags her eyes up to meet Taehyung’s.

           His eyes say everything, and it’s too much.

           I love you, she cries out in her mind, eyes shuttering.

           “Thank you, for making me feel wanted,” she says instead.

           “Stop speaking in past tense,” Taehyung warns. Christina scoffs quietly, dropping her eyes once more.

           “Go. Ae is at Jolie’s apartment still, I think. She needs to talk some things out with you.”

           “But Christina-”

           “Kim Taehyung, she’s your soulmate. I am not. Now quit complicating that and leave.”

           He does, no longer able to deny her wishes. As idiotic as he thinks they are.

           And he hates every step that carries him away.

Present Day (8 months later)

Groaning and yawning, Christina makes her way to the front room before promptly collapsing on the couch. She grabs the bag of goldfish she left earlier, popping a few in her mouth as she flips the TV on and begins flipping through the channels. She stops when she spots a familiar face.

           “Tonight we’re discussing what could be the beginning of a new trend regarding soulmates, what some are referring to as the Kim Rebellion. Of course, this is a nod to Kim Taehyung of BTS, as he and his soulmate mutually decided to go their separate ways seven months ago. We go now to Lee Heesun for more details. Heesun?”

           The screen switches to show a grim looking reporter standing outside of the Hybe building, a few people scurrying past him.

           “That’s right, the Kim Rebellion has reached new heights this week as just this morning Paik Ae had an exclusive interview with Dispatch, outlining her reasons for parting ways with her world-famous soulmate.”

           A clip of the interview pops up, showing a smiling Ae and the sight that threw the world into a tailspin after having just recovered from Jimin and Jolie’s drama.

           A severed red thread hangs from Ae’s left hand. She pays it no mind, kindly answering the questions thrown at her and maintaining an easy smile. Christina watches in awe as she speaks, wondering how she could be so brave.

           “Do you regret it?” The interviewer asks, and Ae looks as though she was prepared for the question.

           “I don’t regret walking away, just like how I could never regret getting to meet my soulmate.” She finally glances down at her thread, twisting the end around her fingers. “You know, this isn’t for everybody. However, Taehyung understood my need to distance myself from him. He casts a big shadow,” she chuckles knowingly. “I mean, I’m always going to be associated with him. That’s fine. But…I want people to know that it’s ok to create your own destiny.”

           And create it she has. In the span of the past eight months, Ae has done what Christina had always dreamed of.

           Opening up the door for multiple soulmates to step away from potentially or actually dangerous relationships. Opening up the conversation for those isolated from society for not quite fitting the soulmate mold.

           Normalizing severed threads, one day at a time.

Christina has even been able to make her business more known due to Ae’s efforts. No longer in fear of the stigma against people like her. Because after all, Kim Taehyung of BTS now sports a severed thread, of his and his soulmate’s own free will and choice.  

           So when seven months ago Ae and Taehyung went live to explain that they had no intentions of being together in any capacity, Christina chose to throw herself into her work. Diving in, being too busy to allow herself to wonder where that left her, exactly.

           Don’t make me the villain, she had pleaded all those months ago. Taehyung was smart, he knew that bringing Christina into the light so soon after parting with Ae would lead to people getting the wrong idea.

           Or was it the right one?

           Bzzzz!

           Christina’s train of thought is derailed as a text comes through, from Jolie.

           Jolie loml: hey do you need a ride to your meeting tonight? Sunmi said she could drive you if you wanted

                       Jumping up from the couch, Christina scrambles to grab her shoes. Checking the time, she realizes that she should be able to arrive in time for her meeting if she takes the bus.

           Me: nope, already left! Thanks though!

           Jolie loml: let me know how it goes!! Love youuu

           Me: ugh, so loving and supportive.

           Cracking a small grin at the thought of Jolie’s reaction to her text, Christina runs out the door and toward the bus stop. “This better be worth the humiliation,” she mumbles.

--

           “Hello, my name is Christina, and I…”

           “Take your time, Christina.”

           She takes a deep breath, keeping her eyes on the floor even as all eyes around the circle are on her. “I cut my thread because my soulmate…he wasn’t a good man.”

           Another deep breath.

           “And I think I may have ruined a lot of other people’s relationships.”

           Kim Taehyung, Kim Taehyung, Kim Taeh-

           “Welcome, Christina. Can we all say hello to our new friend?”

           An array of different voices pipe up, some shy and others more confident. “Hello, Christina.”

           “Hi,” she whispers to the ground.

           “Now,” the facilitator begins with a gentle smile. “What makes you think that you’ve ruined other people’s relationships?”

           Christina chews on her bottom lip for a moment before venturing an answer. “Because I work as a Severer.”

           The silence carries on for a touch too long, and Christina glances up to see a couple of the people around the circle looking at her with wide eyes. There’s one girl in particular that glares outright at her, and Christina notes the cut thread that she sports on her left hand.

           No doubt she’s blaming Christina for her current predicament.

           “Ok,” the facilitator – what’s her name? If she squints, Christina can just see the beginnings of her name tag. Mrs. G? Mrs. G regains her gentle smile, urging Christina to go on. “You’re not the first Severer to join our group. Josh was one, remember?” There’s a few scattered nods. A couple of people even go so far as to smile fondly at the mention of Josh, giving Christina reason to hope that they might not all hate her for her occupation.

           “And what happened to Josh?”

           “Oh, well he moved a couple of months ago. He’s actually getting married, his invitation is on the fridge. You’ll have to look at it before you leave.”

           Christina’s eyes widen at this. “He’s getting…he’s getting married? People like us can do that?”

           Mrs. G laughs at Christina’s incredulous tone, but reassures her instantly. “Of course, Christina. We all deserve our own happiness, don’t we? Now be honest, have you had any mal-intent in your line of work?”

           “Well, no…”

           “Exactly. So, ‘people like you’, as you stated, deserve just as much happiness as the rest of us.” Mrs. G pauses, waiting to see if the words settle into Christina’s heart before continuing. “Happiness isn’t something pre-determined. You find it. You make it.”

           The meeting continues, other people sharing their stories and their progress. Christina listens intently, interested to see a couple of other people that had cut their own thread. One boy in particular piques her interest.

           “I’m a part of the Kim Rebellion,” he explains. “Paik Ae really inspired me, you know? Not a lot of people would turn away from someone like Kim Taehyung, but she really seems happy. I had been with my soulmate for two years, but I was never…I don’t know, I never quite felt like I belonged. Turns out, when I brought it up with them, they felt the same way. So we decided to take the leap, go thread-less.”

           “And how has your journey been so far?” Mrs. G asks, sporting a grin.

           “Amazing,” the boy breathes, with stars in his eyes. “I’ve never felt so free before.”

           Before she knows it, the meeting is concluding and people begin to stack their chairs. Christina stands up to follow suit, but Mrs. G stops her with a hand on her arm.

           “I’ll take care of it, darling. It looks like you have a visitor waiting for you.”

           Turning, Christina cranes her neck to see a familiar mop of black hair just outside the rectangular window of the door, quickly followed by a pair of curious eyes that widen as they notice Christina’s attention.

           “I- excuse me,” Christina stammers out, scurrying over to the door. The moment she opens it, Taehyung jumps back, looking a little sheepish at having been caught.

           “What-” Christina can’t quite get the words out, just shocked to even see this man at all. It’s been…how long has it been? “What are you doing here?”

           Taehyung doesn’t say anything, he’s caught up in that thing he does. Where he goes inside his thoughts, forgetting to respond. Christina sighs, rubbing her face and brushing past him.

           This snaps him out of it, and soon enough Taehyung is jogging to catch up to Christina, jumping in front of her.

           He doesn’t touch her. No, he feels like he shouldn’t just assume that he could ever touch her, let alone now.

           “How did you know…?” Christina finally asks before he can say anything.

           “Jolie.”

           Ah, of course. The recovery group was her idea, actually. To be honest, Christina had vowed to never go back to another recovery group after she went to the one right after she fled her soulmate.

           But here she is. Back again.

           She’s not sure who to blame, anymore. The man in front of her, his soulmate…herself.

           “Christina.”

           “Hmm?”

           Taehyung runs a hand through his hair, looking nervous. “Could we maybe…can I give you a ride home?”

           Christina doesn’t immediately respond, too stunned as her focus remains on the hand that Taehyung just ruffled his hair with.

           Focused on the cut thread, to be more exact.

           Sure, she’s seen photos and videos of him with it, even seen him from a distance, but up close…it’s so much more real. So final.

           “Christina?”

           “Oh. Yeah, yeah that’s fine.”

           Taehyung blinks, clearly not expecting it to be so easy. However, he leads her out of the building without another word, opening up the passenger side door with a nervous smile.

           Christina settles down in the seat with a blank expression, half wondering if this is even real. However, as Taehyung closes the door and she’s met with just how much everything in here is him. The smell alone is enough to have her inhaling deeply, bombarding her sense with the very thing she’s been trying to run from for months now.

           Taehyung hops in the driver’s side, and Christina politely ignores the way his hands shake as he tries to start the car. The silence is heavy as they pull out of the parking lot, and Christina stares out the window as they drive.

           In the reflection of the passenger-side window, she can see Taehyung glancing over at her every so often. Finally, after the tenth time, he speaks.

           “How have you been? I haven’t seen you in forever, feels like.”

           “Yeah, how long has it been?”

           Taehyung doesn’t skip a beat. “Namjoon’s birthday party. Although you were leaving right as I was arriving, remember?”

           “Oh. Right.”

           Again the silence. It’s suffocating, making Christina want to scream.

           “So…” she mumbles out, staring straight ahead. “How have you been?”

           “Oh, good. Been…good.”

           Perhaps it’s the fact that she has nothing left to lose, but Christina finds herself sliding into her teasing persona at his response.

           “Wow, so eloquent.”

           Taehyung blinks before smirking, easing into the conversation as well. “I’ve always had a way with words, don’t you think?”

           “I couldn’t disagree more.”

           The sound of his chuckle fills the small space, and it lodges in Christina’s heart. It becomes a struggle to keep her eyes forward, a part of her begging her to just get lost in this moment.

           Because what if it’s their last?

           And yet…

           What if it’s the first?

           All too soon, they’re parking in front of her apartment, and Christina offers him a small smile of thanks before opening her door. She yelps in surprise when Taehyung reaches across her torso and closes her door.

           “What was that for?” She asks, offended. Turning to Taehyung, she can’t help but feel a little intimidated as he regards her solemnly.

           He unbuckles his seatbelt and turns to face her fully, one arm resting on the wheel while the other rests on the console.

           He looks so honest, in this moment. Hair a mess, a small stain on his trademark Celine shirt. Christina notices it with a start, recalling the fact that he’s wearing that very shirt in the photo she keep atop her dresser.

           It’s still there. After all these months.

           “Hey,” Taehyung whispers. Christina’s eyes snap up to his face instead of the stain on his shirt. His tongue wets his lips before he speaks again, continuing to whisper. “I’m happy right now. Are you?”

           That red thread whips and twists from the A/C, and Christina takes a moment to look at her own.

           “How did you do it?”

           Taehyung understands her question, following her line of sight. He sighs softly, recalling the day he and Ae took matters into their own hands and singlehandedly started their own rebellion.

           “Some guy in Daegu. Josh, was his name.”

           Christina’s head snaps up. “Josh? He’s getting married!”

           “O-oh, ok,” Taehyung stammers out, chuckling a little. “Good for him.”

           “Sorry.”

           “You’re fine. I’m happy for Josh.”

           “Yeah. Me too.”

           Another pause. This one isn’t as uncomfortable as the previous ones, though.

           “Christina? You never answered my question.”

           Are you happy right now? Here, with me?

           “Yeah, but-”

           “No buts.”

           Christina groans, leaning back in her seat. “Taehyung, you can’t just drive me home and start going on about happiness and end up with us being together. You know that, right?”

           Taehyung chews on his bottom lip with almost religious fervor. “…I know.”

           “Maybe I should go.”

           “Wait!” Taehyung reaches out again, ready to block Christina’s exit. “I had this whole speech I needed to say to you and- and- quit looking at me like that, otherwise I’m gonna forget it!”

           Christina laughs, holding her hands up innocently. “Sorry, sorry! Let’s hear it!”

           Taehyung sighs, closing his eyes.

           “You’re my choice.”

           After a few moments of silence, Christina frowns. “That’s it?”

           Taehyung’s eyes fly open, a curl curling the corners of his lips. “No! Hold on, let me explain.” Once he sees Christina waiting patiently, he continues. “You and I…we’ve never been given a real choice before. Our decisions were made up, with our soulmates. But you…you broke away from that. Created your own path. You inspired me, still do inspire me, every day. To make my own path.”

           Christina holds her breath, not daring to say anything.

           “Any while your circumstances were much worse than mine, and I’m grateful every day that you were able to escape that sorry excuse for a man, I know this is for certain: we’ve forged our own paths, and for the first time, we’ve been given a choice. I choose you. I chose you months ago, Christina.”

           Taehyung’s hand wraps around the steering wheel until his knuckles are white. “Please, tell me you choose me, too.”

           Christina wonders for the hundredth time if this is all real.

           For the first time in her life, is she really able to choose love? If Taehyung’s hopeful gaze is any indication, she must be.

           “Is this ok?” She whispers.

           “Is what ok, darling?”

           The pet name goes straight into her bloodstream, making her feel lightheaded. “Is it ok to get you?”

           Taehyung smiles broadly at her question, slowly reaching out and brushing a strand of hair back behind her ear.

           “Of course it is. You’ve got me, either way.” He sighs. “As much as I’ve been furious with you over the past eight months-”

           “What do you mean, furious?”

           “You led me into a trap to meet my soulmate!” Taehyung exclaims, looking at Christina fondly. “And then avoided me for like eight months after that!”

           “Ok, at least give me credit for being a good person-”

           “Oh, you’re a saint,” Taehyung groans out, finally throwing his door open and rushing around the car to the passenger side. Once he opens that door as well, he crouches down to be eye-level with a wide-eyed Christina. “You’re a certified saint, happy?”

           Despite the sarcasm dripping from his tone, Christina senses the real question behind it. Slowly, she reaches out to touch the stain on his shirt, making a blush rise to Taehyung’s cheeks.

           “Yes.” She gives him a shaky smile. “Extremely.”

           Taehyung’s smile only grows as he takes the hand that rests against his shirt, raising his up to place gentle kisses along the tips of her fingers. Christina’s breath catches at the sight, Taehyung’s dark eyes fluttering closed.

           “Let me walk you to your door,” he mumbles.

           Christina complies, thrilling in the feel of his hand in hers as they walk to the door. Once there, she chews on the inside of her cheek. “Want to come in?”

           Taehyung gasps, and Christina throws a hand over his mouth at his over the top reaction.

           “Not like that, you pervert! We just have a lot to talk about still!”            Taehyung grabs her wrist, pulling her hand away. “And you just don’t want me to leave yet, right?”

           “Oh, shut up.”

           Once they head inside, Christina heads straight for the kitchen while Taehyung takes a seat on the stool. Filling up a glass of cool apple cider, Christina passes it to him before leaning back against the counter and drinking in the view.

           “You know,” she starts, taking a swig of the sweet drink before continuing. “I’ve had a lot of people sit there. Drink cider, talk about their problems.”

           “Oh really?”

           “Yeah, like Jolie. And Ae.”

           “Now me.”

           “Now you.” Christina sighs, setting her glass down. “You want the truth?”

           Taehyung looks intrigued, also setting his glass down. “Always.”

           “I’ve been waiting for you to sit there.” She’s surprised when her vision blurs with tears, not expecting to be so emotional about it. “I didn’t think you ever would, though.”

           In an instant, Taehyung is on his feet and wrapping her into a tight embrace. As she breathes him in, Christina wonders if this is what Jolie meant when she described how Jimin felt like home.

           “I’ll be sitting there until my butt falls off.”

           Chest shaking with laughter at his own comment, Christina groans but doesn’t try to move away. Instead she wraps her arms around his middle, holding him even tighter.

           “Gross, but thank you.”

           Lips pressing a gentle kiss atop her head, Christina can feel Taehyung smile against her hair. “Anything for you, darling.”

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congrats on 300!!

my favourite colour is purple and soulmate aus tickle my heart in a strange way i cannot describe

thank you thank you!!! <333 omg soulmate aus hold a very special place in my heart

oh oh oh oh SAKUSA KIYOOMI yup

okay so soulmate au where you have your soulmates name written on one wrist but the OTHER has your enemies name written. so like you and sakusa are both top of your class and have always competed with each other to get the top grades and omg your little snarky battles with each other is something your classmates look forward to.

and on your 20th birthday, you get the names on your wrist. sakusa is older so he got his a while ago but after that he started being nicer to you yk?? and you thought it was so weird but like you moved on. he still made some snarky remarks but now he even applauded you doing better then him on an exam?? huh????

so its finally your 20th and what do ya know, sakusa's name is printed on your wrist, and the other has a name of this person you've had a crush on for a while. so naturally, you assume sakusa is your enemy!!

well, this other person starts to talk to you more and you try to avoid sakusa as much as you can bc why would you want to actively converse with your universe given enemy....

you and this person go out a bit and its super cute and you have having such a blast and one day you guys go on a date kinda far out of town and this asshole leaves you essentially stranded, claiming everything was a joke to him and you were just a fun thing to play around with,,,, ouch </3

you are so devastated and confused and are stranded in some place you don't even know. and all of a sudden you hear a "y/n" shouted from across the road and its sakusa!!! he says he happened to be there randomly but thats when everything kinda clicks for you, sakusa kiyoomi is your soulmate. he explains how he knew about you being his soulmate name, but didnt want to push the idea on you like the sweetheart he is. you both talk for a while, you explain why you were there and about that mean person you were going out with and he just nods and tells you he is glad you are okay.

that following week, you guys are at school as an official couple and everyone in your class is like "okay yeah we saw that coming" and they are super happy for you both even though they wont say it, they will miss the fun arguments between you two the person came to school with at least 5 bruises on their face,,,,and sakusa's knuckles were a bit bruised but its nothing to worry about. and now you both are still as competitive before but you both help each other out and graduate together as the top two in the school!!

you guys always tell that story when someone asks about your relationship and people always coo about divine timing and how well things worked out.

he wont tell you but, he followed you on your date bc he was afraid this guy was bad news :((

he'll let you keep believing that it was the universe’s way of pushing you together hehehe

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soulmate

eijiro kirishima x reader

a/n: this one is pretty cute, bye thank you.

warnings: clichés

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A red string, tied around your pinky finger. Everyone had one. They led to the person that you were going to spend the rest of your lif with. You other half. Your soulmate.

Some got lucky, they found their soulmate almost immediately. Some were less lucky and first found their soulmate when they were old. Call it fate, call it destiny... whatever. You were so tired of it.

Your sister found her girlfriend at age 18. Your parents found each other around their early 20′s and here you were. 21 and with no soulmate in sight. It felt like your string just got longer and longer and you couldn’t ever reach the end. But at least your string didn’t get cut off, like your best friend’s had.

That’s why you were at a bar with her, trying to make sure that she was making through the night and help her to not get alcohol poisoning. She had gathered the long red thread after it had been cut off and was now holding it to her chest.

“I didn’t even know who they were!”, she sobbed before downing yet another drink, “Another one, please!”

“Hey, slow down on the drinks...”, you carefully warned her, “What if you find someone else with a cut off thread, that happens.”

“Yeah! Like one chance in a million!”, she slurred, “... maybe I should just go home and sleep for the rest of my life...”

“You’re not gonna be a hermit, I won’t allow it.”, you sighed, “But you should go home and get some sleep. C’mon, I’ll walk you to your apartment.”

After dropping your best friend off and tucking her into bed, you started your walk home. It was a nice night, with a slight chilly breeze that you didn’t really mind.

You were so in your own head that you didn’t realize that someone was following you. A group of guys were closing in on you and soon enough you were surrounded.

“Hey there, gorgeous.”, one of them grinned threatingly. You tried walking past without making a fuss, though your heart was beating out of your chest.

“Where do you think you’re going, sweetheart?”, one of them grabbed your wrist. You looked up at him while you struggled to get away. Brown hair with a dimple on his right cheek, dark eyes and thick eyebrows. You tried to remember at least one of their faces so that you could describe them to the police if something were to happen.

“Let go of me!”, you yelled as loud as you could to get other’s attention. No one was out at this time of night, so it was useless... or so you thought.

“Didn’t you hear her? The lady told you to let her go.”, a deep voice loomed over the group.

The guy holding you said some snarky remark that you can’t remember because you were too busy looking at your new found saviour. Red hair that was spiked up in a very interesting hairstyle, a scar over his right eye and a letterman jacket as red as his hair.

You didn’t even realize that the argument started getting heated until one of the guys through a punch at the red head. The red head activated his quirk which made his face harden and you swore you could hear the dude breaking his hand.

“Are we gonna have a problem or are you gonna let her go?”, he sighed.

The guy holding you let you go and went for the red head, along with the rest of the guys in the group. You gasped, sure that he was going to get killed... but he didn’t. It took a minute or so before the whole group had plumited to the ground.

“Let’s go!”, the red head grabbed your wrist and started writing.

When you had gotten far enough the two of you stopped.

“Thank you so much...”, you panted.

“It’s no biggie, it’s my job after all.”, he grinned. You looked closer at him...

“Red Riot!”, you exclaimed, “You’re Red Riot!”

“Yeah!”, he chuckled.

“Woah...”, you smiled, “I-... I’m sorry you’re probably needed somewhere, thank you so much!” You were about to walk way when something restrained your finger. Did he really just grab your finger of all things? You looked back down at your finger and noticed your red string glowing. You followed it with your eyes and it led to... him. The two of you stared at each other for a long while. Slowly, you started walking up to him and held out your hand. His fingers intertwined with yours and for the first time in your life, you felt whole.

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N...”, was the only thing you could say.

“I... I’m Eijiro Kirishima.”, he smiled.

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Dont know if it's the right time but list #3, number 16. Give me PG 13 fluff! (Love you baby. Good to see you writing again)

16th prompt | #3

"Soulmates don't have to be romantic. Sometimes your soul resonates with your friend."

genre : fluff

Sometimes what you least expected is what you will actually get. And now you know what does it means by that.

"What are you doing!?" You shout as Youngjae, Choi freaking Youngjae stands still in front of your door, all soaked and shivering. "My goodness Youngjae I know you think you are a sunshine but SUN DOESN'T GET SOAKED IN RAIN!"

"You're too loud," he steps inside, making tiny pools on the floor.

"And you're too stupid."

You leave him to find a spare towel so that he won't die from freezing together with a kitchen cloth to wipe his growing water park construction on your floor.

"Take this and go shower oh my goodness why do I befriend with idiots."

After a series of cursing each other and your non-stop claiming you'll be turning stupid as well since you have an idiot as your friend, both of you settle down on your comfy couch while you send daggers toward your friend who's sitting opposite of you.

"What?" he spouts as he wraps his hands around the warmth of your mug. "Don't give me side looks!"

"Choi Youngjae." you start. "For what reason did you decided to go through heavy rain just to sit on my couch with MY hot chocolate in your hand?"

"You said you got rejected. I am here to cheer you up." He replies nonchalantly, taking a small sip of the hot drink. "Mmmm you made the best chocolate drink!"

"Youngjae, it's 3 in 1."

"You select the best chocolate drink!"

"It's literally the only type of drink I have in my house."

"Okay so you made the best drink! Stop trying to bring the atmosphere down!" He exclaims, being annoyed that he tried to lift the mood but you shot down each of his trials.

Not that you are intentionally doing it. It is just how you are with Youngjae. It's normal, though you might have lesser snarky remarks than usual. It's not that bad but Youngjae knows you more than you think.

"I can't state the obvious anymore? Geez." Your heart is sensitive and definitely you have mood swings. So you guess the rejection effects you a lot then. "Jae.."

Judging from the fast reply, you know that he is ready to jump and hug you but you raise your hand to stop him. "Just what do I worth?"

All you want is someone who understands you. Who wants to be with you and accept you for who you are. Why does anyone need to point out any of your minus point and make it something embarrassing for you?

You heard him sigh and you know you are in for a ton of scolding again. Youngjae has clearly reminded you that you don't have to go and search for your soulmate. You will have one, sooner or later. It's just the matter or time.

But living in the society where almost all of your friends have their own soulmate, you dreaded to have one. To know what does it feels like watching the stars with your soulmate. That is why you set to find your mate. But of course it is impossible. You had never known how your friends found their soulmate.

Because they said, your soul resonates who your soulmate is. So unless your soul is gone, you are positive that your mate has died in a car crash.

Youngjae knows how you’re upset with the order of soulmate idea. Each people find their soulmate through different situation, hence they will never know what will happen.

You feel arms around your shoulder and you're pressed against a hard chest, then all you feel is your tears uncontrollably pour out of you.

"Haven't I told you to stop searching for him? You made me so mad."

You know you should. But you really wanted to know how it feels to have a mate. "How does it feel, Jae? To have someone doing all the romantic things to you? Giving you kisses instead of roses?"

You hear him murmurs from the top of your head. "What do you mean. I shower you a lot of kisses!"

You laugh, hitting his chest at once. "You're not romantic Jae! And soulmates should be romantic. They are like, all those cheesy moments. Yeah like that."

"Soulmates don't have to be romantic." He knows you're rolling your eyes but he thread your hair instead. "Sometimes your soul resonates with your friend."

"And that's you?" You laugh when he nods firmly. Youngjae has a way that can always make up for your bad mood. Call it whipped culture, but if you need to choose between Youngjae and your soulmate, you will prefer Youngjae.

Unless he leaves you too for his soulmate.

"Jae." Then you realise that he had never talked about his soulmate. "Do you have a soulmate?

He hums, letting you know that he does. Somehow, that makes your heart drops even lower.

"Do you know who she is?" Soulmates work different ways for different people. Sometimes only the males knows who their soulmate is, and sometimes the opposite. A few will bear soulmate marks, while a few meet their soulmate through love at the first sight.

"Don't you think she will be upset if she knows that you cuddle me to sleep or drops me lots of kisses on my bad days?"

Youngjae laughs, tightening his embrace around you. "No she wouldn't."

"How do you know?"

"Because I'm holding her."

A drop of silence surrounds you, before you can even digest the whole situation.

'Because I'm holding her.'

"Because you're holding her?" You shake your head, getting the fact out straight. "Jae you're holding me! Stop being delusional." He might have slipped his words from excitement.

"Yes I'm holding you."

"So?" You detach yourself from him, facing him with a confused expression. "Explain!"

Youngjae's face turn soft, the softest you can ever see.

"You're a maths student right?"

You groan, of all time, why now? "No I'm not!"

"Exhibit A : I am holding my soulmate. Exhibit B : I am holding you."

"Do the calculation, Einstein."

You gape, waiting for him to grow three heads. Mathematical reasoning is easy, because the last one shall be conclusion.

"Conclusion is...your soulmate is me?"

He smiles, grinning even, ears to ears, finally that you've cracked the code.

"Since..when?" Baffled, even worse, feeling tricked. You went through countless of rejection to know that your soulmate is Choi Youngjae?

He knows you're panicking, so he reach one hand to ease you down. "Since the first time we meet, idiot."

Since the first time?

"W-why didn't-"

"Because I don't want you to love because I am your soulmate. I want you to love me for who I am. For the flaws I have and for the real me. I don't have to fake myself. And you too." He smiles, reaching for your hand. "Like how normal people fall in love."

"I had your face etched in my mind since I was 10, sweetheart. And through years I watched you grow prettily until one day I heard Jaebeom hyung said your name and my heart has never beaten so fast."

"I saw you for the first time and I swear I wanted to grin so wide but I got to control myself when Jaebeom hyung introduced me to you."

"And the night later I couldn't sleep because the boys kept teasing and thank lord Jinyoung hyung snapped a picture of you and a candid of our first meeting."

"I can't sleeping knowing you will see all of me and judge me but I am too lucky to have you. You are so lovely and what did you do? Dreaming of watching the stars with other man."

You blink your eyes and immediately your eyes shrinks to slits. "Youngjae you killed the mood!"

He shrugs, watching your grow annoyed. "I think I deserve a kiss after explaining myself."

"No you don't."

"Yes I do." You shriek as he lifts you from your place and onto his chest, joining your lips together for the first time. Soft, wet, plump and 'fuck is this real?' are all you have in your mind.

When he pulls back to breath, you are no different, running out of oxygen.

"Now that you know I'm your soulmate, will you go and watch the stars with me?"

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Kindred Spirits - Jack Kline x Reader

Summary: Why are you the only person that can see Jack’s wings?

Pairing: Jack Kline x Reader

Word count: 6k (i didn’t mean for it to happen but here we are)

Warnings: self doubt from both jack and reader, jack being a total sweetheart as always bc that’s totally a warning

A/N: soulmate AU with Jacky boy bc he has wings too and dangit he deserves the ever so lovely cliche “soulmates can see an angel’s wings” trope. Hopefully this can satisfy y’all’s needs for fluffy Jack content, even if I did make it a bit too long. I got excited.

Taking Jack in after everything was strange to say the least. The boy was always exceedingly kind to you and consistently tried his best to make everyone around him happy, yet opinions on him were quite divided in the bunker for quite a while. While you and Sam both held strong to the idea that he was inherently good despite his parentage, Dean couldn’t seem to shake his grudge against him. Every time the poor kid tried to do something for the team, Dean would always be prepared with a snarky remark.

Another thing about Jack’s presence in the bunker that had your mind twisted in confusion was the large pair of wings behind his back. You had never really seen an angel’s wings before, and from what you knew of angel lore, no one but other angels really could see them. Cas has tried to explain it to you one night as you sat side by side in the library of the bunker, but he tended to use references to sciences that humans had no grasp of yet, making the whole thing a bit pointless, really. Needless to say, it was a pretty big shock when you took in the sight of the young nephilim’s wings. Was this because he was a nephilim? Do nephilims usually have their wings out and visible? You wanted nothing more than to come forward to the boys with all of your questions, but something about it felt… wrong. Surely if it was polite to ask about an angel’s wings, then they would have mentioned them already. Perhaps it was even dangerous to ask, seeing as Dean had no intentions of remaining civil with the boy, and he, too, remained silent on the matter. Besides, they were the ones that knew more about nephilims. Maybe it was best to just follow their lead.

It just didn’t add up. How were you the only one to notice them? His wings were massive. Jack was by no means a small man, but something about the vast size of his wingspan made his body seem minuscule. The grand appendages arched upwards from his back, looming above his head and shoulders before reaching out a few feet on either side of his body. Most of the feathers adorning them were a glimmering white that seemed to reflect back every color of the rainbow when hit perfectly with the light. Towards the bottom of each wing were a few rows of pure golden feathers. They each ended in a sharp point, the metallic fluff gleaming in a way that no earthly creature could. Everything about his wings gave off such a purely celestial energy, and to be honest, just looking at them made you feel utterly sinful.

You really did try your best to keep quiet about the whole thing. You promise you did. Sometimes you just… can’t do that, though. You cared about Jack incredibly deeply, and that was the exact reason that you had to speak up.

“I’m just saying, Dean, we can’t leave him here alone. Who knows who could come for him here? He’s not ready to defend himself alone. Plus, we need all hands on deck with this case. We should bring Jack with us,” Sam insisted from his place behind his laptop at one of the library tables. You raised a brow, peering over the research book in your lap. You were reclined in one of the plush armchairs off to the side, while Dean and Jack sat with Sam, one in front of him, and one by his side, respectively.

Dean rolls his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest for what you could only assume was dramatic effect. “It’s too dangerous, the kid stays here. (Y/N) can look after him, we’ll do the hunt just the two of us.” His tone left no room to argue, yet Sam still managed to worm his way in for a rebuttal.

“Seriously?” The younger brother groaned incredulously. “We have no idea what this thing is, and you want to go in without backup? Look, whatever this is, it’s nothing we’ve faced before. Four men, all drained of blood by five crescent shaped puncture wounds to the neck. Not a bite mark, not a normal stab wound, nothing like that. We have nothing to go off of, and we need extra help. I’m just saying, Jack would be an asset.”

Dean opened his mouth, ready to retort, but you were quicker to the punch. “Jack can’t go, though,” you stated matter of factly. The room fell silent, and after a moment, you risked a look up to meet the three pairs of eyes looking your way. Dean appeared to be smug, as he usually was when you took his side in arguments. Sam’s jaw hung slightly ajar in shock at your claim. But Jack’s was the worst. Not only did his facial expression convey his deep betrayal, but his naturally shining, vibrant, proud wings hung low and dragged on the floor, the feathers dulled significantly. He looked broken. You immediately averted your gaze, unable to meet his eyes knowing you were the cause of that reaction.

“What? Are you seriously taking his side in this? After all your serious sit downs you’ve had telling him that Jack is a useful addition to the team, all those times you’ve given Jack pep talks, all that, yadda yadda yadda, was that all just fake?” Sam spat. His hazel eyes burned holes in your head. His jaw was clenched in an attempt to bite back on any words he might regret later.

Your eyes grew wide at the sudden fury radiating off the younger Winchester, but what shocked you even more were his words. How dare he say that? How dare he, in front of Jack, insinuate that you didn’t care about the nephilim’s well-being? You had been nothing but kind to him since he arrived, and you were forever grateful to have him around. But how could Sam not see the issue in all of this? “What are you talking about, Sam? Of course I believe all of that! I think Jack is a gift to this team and you know it, so don’t you dare suggest otherwise, especially in front of him. I care about Jack just like you do. I’d put my life on the line for him time and time again, and I think he’s one of the kindest, most genuine people I’ve ever met. Don’t you dare tell him I don’t,” you nearly growled out in reply. Your eyes were narrowed and you leaned forward to deliver him a glare of the same caliber.

Sam seemed taken aback by your comeback, but he refused to let you shock him into silence. “Oh really?” He scoffed. “Then what’s the problem, huh? Why can’t the kid come with us on this case? What could possibly be more important than keeping him safe with us?”

Finally, you couldn’t handle it anymore. You couldn’t bring yourself to care if it was rude anymore, you were doing this for Jack’s own good. “His WINGS!” You cried out, throwing your hands in the air in exasperation. “There, are you happy? I said it! Jack has wings! And I refuse to bring him somewhere that he can be captured by humans and treated like some kind of lab rat experiment!” You knew all too well how red your face was by this point. You could hear the blood pumping in your ears as you fought to catch your breath.

You waited for the gasps of disgust at your poor taste in words. You expected to be scolded within an inch of your life for having disrespected the signal of Jack’s power. You waited. Then you waited. Then you waited some more. And after waiting just a little more, you looked up to meet their expressions. They were far from the angry faces you had expected. Instead they just seemed… confused.

“Okay, now you lost me. What are you getting at here?” Dean questioned with furrowed brows. Your gaze darted back and forth between the three men expectantly, waiting for them to laugh and assure you that they were only joking, but they didn’t. Their faces held steady.

You felt much of your anger melting away into confusion. “I… what? Why are you guys so confused? I mean, he’s got… wings. I’m not trying to be disrespectful, I’m not saying they’re bad. I think they’re absolutely gorgeous and they look really soft and nice, but other people aren’t going to be so understanding and I don’t know what I’d do with myself if someone got to you, Jack,” You rambled on. Your nervousness quickly got the better of you under the nephilim’s watchful, curious gaze. You would be lying if you said that you weren’t attracted to the boy. It often made life in the bunker with him quite difficult, to say the least, what with his constant vibrant smile and carefree nature. After realizing you enjoyed binging on your favorite shows in your free time, he insisted on regularly sitting down together to watch whatever shows or movies you wanted him to see. He didn’t quite understand all of the concepts taking place in each of the plots, but he always tried his best, and he ALWAYS had your favorite snacks and enough blankets to last the winter. Little things like that were what made the hunting life more bearable, and most of those little things seemed to come from Lucifer’s son himself.

Sam looked to you, then to Jack, then back at you. “Are you saying that you… can see his wings?” He wondered aloud, gesturing towards Jack with one hand. You nodded slowly. This didn’t seem to be the answer he had expected, as he immediately asked again. “Like, right now? Right now you see wings… on him?” This time he added a second hand to the gesturing, clearly focusing the movements towards the boy’s torso. Jack shuffled a bit in his seat, but remained silent.

“Yes, Sam! Yes, I see Jack’s wings. Yes, I see them right now. They’re huge and white at the top and at the bottom some of the feathers are gold. One of them is tucked up to his back while the other is- oh, no, Jack! No, please don’t hide them away, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you!” You reached a hand out towards Jack in an attempt to comfort him, only to find that you were much too far away to do such a thing, especially since he had pulled the wing closest to you back in towards his back while you were speaking. His feathers ruffled a bit at your words, his eyes widening to match the subtle movement.

The nephilim turned his gaze to Dean before looking to Sam, clearly seeking an explanation. Each of the brothers could give him nothing but blank, questioning gazes. Dean leaned forward, placing his elbows on the table as he did so. “(Y/N), have you seen Jack’s wings the whole time we’ve known him?”

“Of course…”

“And you didn’t think to, oh I don’t know, freaking tell us about that?” His tone held an edge of anger that you were unsure how to process. The eldest Winchester seemed to snap at you far more often since Jack joined the team, and you were usually able to brush his words off and move on. This time, though, you weren’t sure if his annoyance was a result of Jack’s presence of your lack of action.

“I didn’t think anything of it! I thought everyone could see them!” You retorted, crossing your arms over your chest in a defensive manner. Dean’s body moved with his eyes as they rolled up to the ceiling and then back down to you once again.

“Seriously? You thought we wouldn’t mention that our new housemate has huge freaky wings growing out of his back? I can’t say that’s something I would usually overlook!”

A low groan passed through your lips at this. “Oh, really, Dean? I’m sorry that I didn’t find it odd enough to mention Jack’s wings. I was a little busy with my usual daily tasks, like trying to save your mother from another dimension and killing the last Prince of Hell! I’m not sure you’ve noticed, but Jack having wings is probably the least strange thing I’ve told you this week,” you growled out. After a beat of silence, you decided you couldn’t hold back your other grievance with his words. “And don’t call his wings ‘freaky,’ Dean. If you could see them you’d be singing Jack’s praises. They’re absolutely gorgeous, and guess what? You can’t argue, because apparently, I’m the only one of us humans that knows what they’re talking about!” With that, you sat back with a smug grin.

Dean, however, did not agree with your assumption that you won the argument. He gave a simple annoyed huff in response. “I still think you should’ve told us. Surely you didn’t think we were just ignoring them or whatever?”

You gave a vague shrug to this. “You two are the ones that did most of the research on nephilims, so I thought there might be some respect thing about mentioning them. I was just following your lead with this whole thing.”

Sam shook his head, deciding now would be the best time to interject before your voices began to rise once again in a resurrected argument. “Alright, let’s just forget the whole ‘you should’ve told us’ thing right now. What’s important is figuring out why you can see his wings. What does that even mean?” The taller of the brothers queried, his brows knitted together. Worry lines creased his forehead, much like the ones that made themselves visible on Jack and Dean.

You shrugged your shoulders once again in as nonchalant of a manner as you could. “Does it matter? It doesn’t really seem like a life threatening situation. It’s not a big deal, and we’ve got enough on our plates as it is, don’t you think?” You insisted. Your fingers tapped absentmindedly on the arm of the couch as the three men took a silent moment to think.

“I still don’t like it,” Dean muttered in annoyance, his gaze fixated on a minute pocket of air a few inches from his face.

“You don’t like much of anything nowadays,” was your comment in reply. This earned you a callous glare from the older hunter.

Sam let out a sigh as he leaned back in his chair. His arms stretched over his head, bent at the elbows so he could rub at his exhaustion ridden eyes. “I don’t know,” he spoke through a groan. “I don’t think it’s dangerous, but I’d still like to know why, you know? It might be important later on down the road.” You decided to drop the subject with a sigh, standing up to grab a new book of lore from a nearby shelf. Much to your satisfaction, they all seemed to follow suit, and the bunker library fell silent once more.

After that day, you began to notice the little things that started to change. You and Jack became closer than ever, the boy seeming to crave spending quality time with you whenever he could. Sometimes when night would fall and the nephilim’s demons continued to brawl inside his head, he would make his way into your room. It was easy to tell the difference between Jack’s footsteps approaching and either of the brothers. Dean’s steps were heavy and slightly uneven, and they echoed off the stone walls like a blaring police siren. Sam’s feet hit the ground with less force, but that didn’t make them any less noticeable. His boots still clacked noisily against the floors despite all of his efforts to remain quiet. Jack, however, was a whole different story. Jack’s bare feet shuffled almost silently up to your closed bedroom door on those nights. He wasn’t the biggest fan of shoes, and if he was allowed to go without them, then he would do so in a heartbeat. He would knock on your door, calling out that it was Jack, and asking if he could come in, just like you had taught him. Once he got your approval, he would step inside, closing the door behind him before diving into your bed and curling up next to you. Sometimes he would want to talk about it, other times he just remained silent. You trusted him to do what he felt he needed most, so you never pushed him. You just reached out and ran your fingers through his feathers until he drifted off to sleep at your side.

Sam continued to scour every piece of angel and nephilim lore he could find in an attempt to find an answer to your little winged mystery, but everything he read just came up empty. Most hunters didn’t even know angels existed, and most of the readings from nonhunters were just speculation. Even still, nothing he found could give him an answer. If the Men of Letters didn’t know about it, then he wasn’t sure how it settled with him.

It wasn’t until the brothers went out on their own hunt in Grand Junction that anything came of it all. In other words, it wasn’t until Castiel came back that you had any answers.

Your reunion with the seraph was tear filled to say the least. You remember clinging desperately to his form, your fingers curling into the familiar beige trenchcoat as if it might fade away any second, taking your dear friend with it. Jack was quick to show off his progress with his powers, much to your amusement. Your eyes couldn’t help but linger on the way his wings twitched in anticipation of his adoptive father’s reaction, and the smile that broke out on his face when Castiel praised him was enough to send your heart racing. Oh, you had surely fallen, and you had fallen hard.

Your mind hardly registered the complexity of your situation with Jack anymore at that point. You came to find that his wings were just as expressive as his face, and you were soon able to read the most minor of twitches and flutters with ease. This only served to bring you even closer to the man. It was that exact closeness that eventually led to Castiel’s discovery of your predicament.

You sat in one of the old wooden chairs in the library, Jack seated just to your left. The pair of you gazed listlessly at the dust ridden lore books splayed out on the table in front of you. Across the table sat the two older hunters and your angel companion, each one with their own piece of research material, whether it be in the form of a laptop or another one of the decrepit tomes stocked in the Men of Letters library.

The air of the bunker always seemed to carry a certain chill to it that never ceased to send chills up and down your frame. This night was surely no exception. You tugged desperately at the flannel covering your shoulders in an attempt to conserve some of your body heat, but your efforts were naught; the goosebumps along your arms remained undefeated.

Another all consuming shiver rattled your form before you decided to speak up. “Would it kill you boys to turn up the heating in this place?” You muttered in annoyance as you tugged your knees up towards your chest in order to keep warm. Dean peered up at you from over the top of his laptop screen, an amused grin tugging at his lips.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart? A little chilly?” He mused. His tone was far from comforting, and the sound caused you to let out a huff of annoyance. “Why don’t you just go grab a jacket?”

You rolled your eyes in reply. “Because I’m inside at home and I shouldn’t have to wear fifty layers of clothing just to keep from freezing to death in the good year of 2019,” you insisted. You were on the verge of teeth chattering at this point, and therefore you made sure to speak through your teeth as if you were simply angry with the eldest Winchester - little did he know that you simply couldn’t talk any other way without sounding like a fool.

Sam let out a chuckle, only for the sound to be cut off with a cough as soon as your glare fell on him. His eyes focused back on the screen in front of him, his face wiped clean of his previous amusement. Good boy.

Jack turned to you with a look of concern etched into his features. “You’re cold?” He queried, his eyes scanning over the way your hands were rubbing relentlessly at your upper arms. You let out a hum and gave a quick nod of your head. At this reply, Jack wasted no time in unfurling his wings. The wing closest to you curled around just behind your back and around your shoulders. You were instantly encased in the warmth and the soft comfort of the nephilim’s wings. Your eyes fluttered closed, and for just a moment you allowed yourself to get lost in the sensation of his fledging flight feathers brushing against your skin.

A low hum of approval passed through your lips, a sound your brain only partially recognized before it left you. Your body curled subconsciously into Jack’s little embrace. “That’s a lot better,” you murmured, your voice hardly a whisper in the still air of the bunker library. “Thank you, Jack.”

You opened your eyes to look at the man by your side, and you were pleased to see the bright smile on his face. You were quick to return his expression before turning back to your lore book to continue translating the old ancient Greek text. Your plan to continue on as normal didn’t last very long, however, as only moments later Castiel spoke up in the quiet atmosphere.

“(Y/N)...” He pressed, his tone insistent but maintaining a soft edge as not to frighten you. You looked up towards the angel to assure him that you were listening. He cleared his throat and sat up a little straighter in his chair, if that was even possible for the eons old soldier anymore. “Do you… Do you happen to see Jack’s wings…?”

The question was a simple one. You’d been over this before. You’d talked through this with the boys already. Even after that first conversation, Dean insisted on asking you repeatedly for a few days afterwards just to try to catch you in some elaborate lie. There was nothing that should have made you pause about his line of questioning, but still, you found yourself hesitating at the sound of the query coming off of Castiel’s lips. This was an angel. He knows these things. This was different.

Your throat grew dry when sapphire blue eyes locked with your own. You did all you could to force down the rising lump in your throat, finally bringing yourself to squeak out a feeble, “yes…?” in response. You reached out and grabbed your beer bottle from the table, easily bringing it to your lips and taking a swig. Whether you were seeking out the dull buzz from the alcohol or the relief the liquid brought to your suddenly parched throat, you could never be sure.

This interaction didn’t go unnoticed by the taller of the two Winchesters. Sam’s head poked up from behind his laptop once again, his brows tugged together so much so that his forehead became littered with creased lines. “Cas? Do you know what that means? I’ve been scouring the lore night and day trying to find something, and I couldn’t find a single recorded instance of this,” he informed the angel, his voice dripping with concern.

Cas gave a dismissive shake of his head at the taller man’s efforts. “I wouldn’t expect it to be recorded anywhere. Soulmates are far too sacred for such things.” Castiel’s voice was always gruff, but there was something about this new information that sent his tones even deeper with thought.

Dean instantly began sputtering wildly at his friend’s simplistic statement. “You said the what now?” He cried out. The hunter’s eyes were saucers of emerald, glinting with the shock of what he just learned.

Cas finally broke from his reverie long enough to turn his eyes to the bewildered man to his right. His squinted gaze flickered to and from Dean’s expression. “I believe I spoke quite clearly. If (Y/N) is able to see Jack’s wings, then the only answer is that they are soulmates,” he clarified.

Your face was surely somewhere close to cherry red at that point, your jaw dropped open in utter shock. You couldn’t believe it. How could you believe such a thing? Jack was a creature that was truly one of a kind. Born of an archangel and a human and stronger than the devil himself, he was a symbol of hope for the future of humanity. You? You were just some poor sap that got roped into a life of nightmares and loss. The idea that he was meant to be with you so much so that the fates demanded it, it was dizzying.

Against all of your better judgment, you turned to spare a glance at the nephilim by your side. Much to your surprise, you didn’t find a fuming, disappointed hybrid, but a bubbly young man with a childlike excitement in his eyes. A broad smile adorned his lips and his chest puffed outwards with swelling pride. The wings on his back ruffled as they shifted to make themselves larger as well. The one wrapped around your form curled a bit tighter, pressing you closer to his chair.

“So,” Jack chirped, “does that mean that we’re meant to be together like Anakin and Padmé?”

You and Sam both visibly winced at the insinuation, but Castiel was the one to speak up. “Perhaps they aren’t the best idea of romance and healthy human relationships.”

Dean scoffed, snatching his beer from the table and tipping it back to take a swig. “Understatement of the century, man. He did kinda end up killing her when she was pregnant with their twins then spent his time undoing her life’s work to restore the democracy to the galaxy, but sure. Maybe they’re just a little iffy.”

Sam smirked and turned to Dean with his arms crossed over his chest. “I wasn’t aware you were well versed in Star Wars lore, Dean,” he teased, much to the older man’s annoyance.

“It’s Star Wars, man,” he muttered. “‘Course I’ve seen it. And the prequels were garbage.”

That was it, you had to speak up. “Guys!” You shouted, causing all four men to jump in their seats in fright. Their bewildered gazes landed on you. “Are you seriously talking about Star Wars when we just learned that Jack and I are soulmates? Can we please gain a little perspective!” You snapped. Jack’s wing pressed into your back in an attempt to comfort you, and to be honest, it did the job.

“Yeah, yeah, sorry,” Sam muttered, turning to Cas once again. “So, what exactly does this whole thing mean?”

Cas leaned back in his chair. His hands clasped together in his lap. “It is really quite self explanatory. An angel’s wings can only be seen by other angels and, in very special cases, that angel’s intended soulmate.” A pleased smile stretched across his lips as his eyes flickered back and forth between you and Jack. “Not many angels have the fortune of getting a soulmate, so this is truly quite remarkable. I’m glad you two have found each other. You deserve all the comfort your bond brings.”

Though you remained rigid with shock, you couldn’t help the smile blooming on your face from the sentiment. Castiel might be a ferocious warrior trained and worked as a soldier for eons, but at the end of the day the seraph would always be a huge softie.

“So is this like, God hath come down and decreed that these two shall bang?” Dean asked as bluntly as possible. You were sure that by that point, all the blood in your body was circulating through only your face and cheeks.

“D-Dean!” You scolded him. Your voice raised an octave or two in your embarrassment. The older hunter cast you a simple wink.

Castiel shook his head, paying no mind to the awkward atmosphere you were radiating in reaction to Dean’s words. “I’m unsure how their bond was put in place. For other angels, God did hand pick the angels and their soulmate counterparts and set the bond himself, however that was millennia ago. There have been no new fledglings since then, and therefore, no more bonds to create. How this one was made is beyond me.” The answer was just enough to answer a few of their questions, only to leave them with a handful more that would surely remain a mystery.

A low groan escaped your lips as you settled your forehead on your knees, which were still tucked up against your chest. This was too much. This was way too much. You hadn’t even spilled your feelings about Jack and you were already going to be rejected, and by your soulmate no less. Jack surely saw you as just a friend, and as much as it hurt, you vowed to go forward however he wished. A moment or two passed in complete silence before anyone moved.

“I’m gonna head to bed,” Sam announced. His chair legs squealed against the ground as he scooted away from the table to stand. The sound of Dean agreeing and standing up made itself prominent, followed by a quick whack!

“What?” Cas’s voice muttered in confusion. More silence, then, “Oh! Yes, yes I should leave as well. Very busy recently. Lots of things to get done. Being alive again is very time consuming. Good night everyone.” A tell tale flap of wings and a gust of wind strong enough to turn the pages of the book in front of you let you know that he had gone. Dean’s retreat to his bedroom was clear by the heavy footsteps overshadowing his faint muttering about Castiel’s cluelessness.

“(Y/N)?” Jack’s voice called softly from his place next to you. You let out a hum of acknowledgement, but refused to lift your head to meet his eyes. Apparently, this was not enough for the nephilim. He let out a sigh, and soon enough he had hooked his foot on the leg of your chair and dragged it over until it collided with his own with a clank! Even still, your head stayed down. “(Y/N) please look at me?”

“No thank you,” you muttered. Your voice was muffled through the denim of your jeans, but he understood you all the same.

Another sigh from the man. The wing on your back grew heavier against your shoulders, as though he was no longer making an effort to hold it up. “Is it really so bad that you have to be with me?”

Your body froze. His voice wavered with uncertainty and self doubt. That one question was enough to make your heart shatter in your chest. He sounded broken by his realization - no, his idea that you didn’t want him. He thought you were going to reject him.

Your resolve faded away in that moment, and you carefully lifted your head to meet his watery eyed gaze. His lip quivered slightly with his breathing, and it took everything in you not to hold him close and make sure he never has to suffer again. His hands were in his lap, fingers toying with the fuzzy material along the inside of his jacket. He always told you how much he loved the jacket because it was so soft. It comforted him when he got scared. He was seeking out that comfort. Because of you.

“Jack, no, that’s not what this is about at all,” you whispered, being sure to meet his gaze in an attempt to prove your truthfulness. “It’s not bad for me, Jack. Not at all. I just… I worry about how you feel about this whole situation. I’m not exactly the best option you could’ve had. You could’ve been soulmates with a nice, normal, everyday citizen with none of this emotional baggage coming along with them. Someone without a hero complex, or memories of Hell, or enough nightmares behind their eyelids to give Stephen King a run for his money. You could’ve had someone like that, but instead it’s just… me.” You fought to swallow the rising lump in your throat as you finished speaking.

“You… You aren’t ashamed of me?” Jack asked you in disbelief. The broken shards of your heart continued to crumble into dust. The absolute awe in his eyes over the simple fact that you weren’t ashamed to be his soulmate was devastating. He truly thought so little of himself already in his short life.

“Of course not, sweetheart,” you assured the nephilim. You dropped your feet back to the ground and reached towards him, resting your palm against his cheek. The tears he had built up along his bottom lid escaped their confines to trail down his cheeks. Your eyes followed the droplet as it made its way down along the curves of his face. Just before it reached his jawline, you raised your other hand up and swiped your thumb over the teardrop. Your finger followed the wet trail it left behind, wiping away the remnants until both palms were pressed against his cheeks. Your thumbs brushed carefully over his cheekbones as you cradled the man’s face in your hands.

“But I’m an abomination. I’m Lucifer’s son, I might be evil. I could hurt you. I could kill you!” He insisted, his eyes growing panicked with each passing second. You shook your head.

“You’re not evil, and you won’t hurt me. I trust you. And so what if the angels think you’re an abomination? They say the same thing about Sam, you know. Is Sam bad?” He shook his head slowly. “Exactly. Sometimes… Sometimes people are treated badly just because of who they are. It’s not right, and it’s not good, but it happens. That’s why we do our best to prove those people wrong. Okay? You’ve saved people, and you’re going to continue saving people, because that’s who you are. You’re good, Jack. You’re so good, and I wish I could get you to believe that yourself.”

Once again you found yourself staring back at a pair of red rimmed, tear brimming eyes. If you thought he was in awe before, then this was absolute disbelief. His mouth hung just slightly ajar as his eyes scanned your face for any signs that you were lying. A moment passed, and he must have been satisfied with his findings, because soon enough he was pulling you towards him and pressing his lips to yours. You leaned in to the kiss and your eyes fluttered shut. The taste of the soda he had off to the side still lingered on his lips, and all too soon you had to pull away.

Jack’s eyes were shining in the low light of the library. He pressed his forehead to yours, brushing his nose over yours in an affectionate manner. “I think I like kissing,” he commented in a soft tone.

A chuckle escaped you. “Feel free to do it anytime, then,” you welcomed with a dazed grin. Jack smiled before connecting your lips with his own once again. He pulled you flush against him, and soon enough you were encompassed in the soft warmth of a pair of large white and golden wings, encapsulating you two together and blocking out the rest of the world, because in the end, none of that really mattered. As long as you had Jack by your side, you knew you could get through anything.

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An in depth review of Aurora Rising//Part 2

If you haven’t already, read part one here.

So welcome to the second part of my ramblings about this novel. Last time, I talked about how chapters 18-24 were some of the most confusing and infuriating chapters I have ever read, and how I hated that.

I’m actually going to complain about it a little bit more in...

Pacing!

Aurora Rising’s pacing is...questionable at best. Bad at worst.

So the novel is split into three parts. You know how some novels have specific parts like part 1 and part 2? That’s used in Aurora Rising. Immediately, the three act structure comes to mind. I understand that it may be used for movies more but hear me out.

The basics of structure and pacing is that, by the end of the second act, you’re nearing the climax. Basically, the story should be increasing in tension, because the antagonist is usually at its most powerful at this point.

Aurora Rising doesn’t do that. Or maybe it just failed me and not you for some reason. But if you remember the end of part 2 aka chapters 18-24, you would know that the characters succeed. And what that success does, is lower the tension. Because the heroes won the battle and they’re feeling pretty confident. That doesn’t raise the stakes in my opinion. I feel like if Auri actually was taken, then there would be stronger stakes, but the pacing failed in that regard. So it’s another big complaint from me.

There’s nothing really remarkable about plot of pacing for me to comment on. So let’s go to the next part.

Characters

For this section, I am simply going to rank the main cast aka the squad, and tell you my thoughts about them. 7 being my least favourite character and 1 being my favourite. I’ll talk about their relationships which each other in a separate section.

7. Zila

Zila doesn’t have a personality. She is the stereotypical “smart” person in the group that doesn’t express emotion. Or in this case, has none. She’s a robot. She has no interests, no motivations, and we’re not given a backstory. She has nothing. I personally believe that the authors didn’t even care about her. They just added her there to be smart. That is all. She shows a smidgen of an arc near the end, but it’s not even the bare minimum. I wished the authors actually put effort into Zila because it’s obvious that they didn’t.

6. Tyler Jones

Tyler Jones is the definition of the bland white boy. He is one of the worst protagonists I have ever seen in a book. Why does he suck so much in my eyes? Because he’s perfect. He’s handsome, he’s good at everything, everyone likes him, and even if they don’t like him, they at least respect him. He never makes any mistakes, doesn’t have any flaws, and has dimples. He is infuriating.

Personally, I like flawed characters. That’s what makes characters and stories interesting. If you give me a character who essentially wins every battle, I will think that they are the most bland and boring person in existence. Your characters need flaws, especially your protagonist! Remember chapters 18-24? Yeah, another complaint about that part is making them succeed just makes Tyler more of a Mary Sue.

Also there’s a scene in chapter 12 where Tyler says he doesn’t want to kill a Terran because he’s a Terran and acts like killing his own kind is unheard of. ....Aurora has a lot of explaining to do for you buddy.

Tyler gets the second worst ranking because at least he is allowed to experience emotions, and the authors tried to give him an arc. (But does Tyler really have an arc? Because I didn’t see it.)

5. Cat

I have mixed feelings about Cat. I talked before about the arc that I thought she was going to have. And the arc she gets...well it’s kind of disappointing.

Cat’s character seems to be that she’s in love with Tyler (for some reason) but he rejected her and now she’s just trying to cope with it but doesn’t do it well. She dies, but dies knowing that Tyler actually loved her all along and I don’t really like it. But at the same time, I do?

See, when I read the ending of the book, I was sad. Cat died and I was sad because of that. I’ll give the book merit for that, (especially since I’ve been slandering it.) It made me care about a character’s death. But at the same time, I don’t like that Cat’s arc was essentially her getting over a man. It feels cheap to me. My idea for her arc was her learning to listen to others opinions more and make her more loyal, which is not dependent on a man. So I don’t straight up hate Cat, but I would make a lot of changes to her character and arc.

And also she’s kind of annoying. She’s says bloody way too often and I thought the authors did that so she could be “unique.” Apparently Cat’s Aussie...somehow. I’m so sorry to Australians everywhere, I’m sure you all don’t talk like Cat.

4. Scarlet Jones

I don’t really like Scarlet all that much, but I like her more than Cat. Here’s the thing: she’s immediately better than Tyler because she actually has flaws. Which I like. She cares about her friends and the squad members. She’s a sweetheart, and I like that. Her motivations are understandable in a way, but I also relate to them which kind of makes me hate her.

Also she does some questionable things that don’t make me hate her, they just confuse me, and creep me out. For starters, she has a list of all her exes. I don’t wanna judge her because I really don’t hate her, but that’s creepy. Also there’s a scene where she drugs two guys for their uniforms, and she takes them to a hotel room, and leaves her bra there, along with some kiss marks, to give to illusion that she had sex with them. She said something along the lines of “Gotta leave some evidence.”

First of all, that’s not how you commit a crime. (For legal reasons, this is a joke.) When you commit a crime, you make sure that there’s no evidence so that you don’t get caught. Second, leaving signs that these guys had sex with you tells them that they had sex with you under the influence. They didn’t give their consent, meaning you’re making them think that you raped them. And when you think about how males usually are the ones to drug and rape females, it just becomes even more questionable.

I also need to point out the fact that her name is Scarlet, and she has red hair. Wow. Amazing. So original. Aside from that though, she’s okay.

3. Kallis 🥉

Kal is a good character. He got the number three spot and I think he deserves it. I liked reading his POV chapters the most. It shows how he’s trying to hold back from his instincts to kill because that’s how he was raised. He’s a tsundere in ways. Cold and harsh on the outside, but deep down, he does care about the greater good. We don’t really get a warm side to him in the first book, but it’s there, I promise.

2. Aurora 🥈

Auri is baby, okay? She’s had to deal with loosing her family and life in one day. Even less than that. She had to deal with visions and hallucinations and new powers of telekinesis in a very short time. Home girl was going through some crap. But through all of that, she still manages to be a sweet girl. She’s never mean to the others, except for irritation at Kal. She tries her best to stay optimistic, and I think she went through the best arc in the group. (Although it’s kind of on the nose.) I love Auri and I think she deserves all the love.

1. Finian 🥇

Finian De Steel? Did you mean, the best character is Aurora Rising?

I love Fin with my entire heart. He is literally the best. He is so funny and snarky and easily has the best lines. But he’s also the most sympathetic in my opinion, along with Auri. You learn about his past and how people tend to treat him differently because he’s disabled, and how he has a hard time connecting with others despite wanting a connection with others so badly.

He’s a great character. I also think they represented his disability pretty well. He has an exosuit which makes him move, but it’s not treated as a cure. The suit gets damaged which affects Fin’s mobility, and he experiences pain because of it. So I think they did a good job with that. And he’s just awesome in general.

I understand that the humour in this book is pretty juvenile. However, some of Fin’s lines actually made me laugh and smile, and I usually don’t laugh or smile much. Humour is subjective and I’m not going to stand here and act like mine is the best. My sense of humour is bad puns and inside jokes between my family so...it was fine for me. Granted, Fin was the only character who actually was good at humour, so there.

Character Relationships

Yes, I think that this needs a section of its own.

Let’s start simple. Tyler and Scarlet. They’re both twins, with Scarlet being the older by like a minute. I think they were written pretty well as siblings, except for the fact that Scarlet calls Tyler her “baby brother” in her internal dialogue/narration including spoken dialogue. Siblings don’t call each other that, I promise you. As someone who has a sibling, reading fictional characters call each other that makes me cringe so much.

Then there’s Kal and Auri, who are essentially “soulmates” in a way by the end of the book. They aren’t canon or anything, it’s just extremely obvious that they’re endgame. Kal told Auri that she was essentially her mate and that they were fated to be together. Some people saw it as some Wolf alpha shiz, I saw it more as soulmates personally. I don’t think that they’re a bad pairing, it’s kind of cute sometimes. But to me, they don’t feel like two people who have feelings for each other. It just feels like a pairing that is usually a popular ship in fandoms.

The best way for me to describe it to you is this. When I see Kal and Auri together, I don’t think, “Oh these two characters have great chemistry. They could be romantic partners.” No, I think, “I feel like fans of this book ship them really hard.”

So in a way, their relationship may be cute, but it doesn’t feel real, because I’ll always see it as something the fans created and not the actual authors, which doesn’t even make sense to me. I’m not even trying to hate on shippers, this pairing just confuses me.

By bigger pet peeve is that the authors seem to want to pair up every other character, because by the end of the book, Fin and Scarlet seem to crush on each other. It’s really annoying when people think that romance is the end game.

I’ve also read reviews where the readers were upset at how heteronormative the couple pairings were. And I agree with them. While reading the book, I always thought Fin was gay. To me, he was coded as gay or bi. Also, there’s a scene where Tyler kisses Kal because a guard was about to catch them. Seeing how the book was released in 2019, I can see how LGBTQ+ readers were disappointed that their identities were used as a really cheap way for the characters to get out of a situation, and not give them actual representation.

(Personally, I wouldn’t mind if Tyler got caught, maybe then he could actually have consequences for his actions.)

But you see, these relationships are okay to me. Not perfect. Definitely room for improvement, but they don’t upset me. But the found family, aka the whole squad, disappointed me. Not enough to make me not want to get the sequel, but enough to make me write about it.

You see, what I was expecting was enemies to friends. Nobody wants to be in this squad, so they constantly argue and mess up their mission because of it. After some near death experiences and real stakes, they start to become friends until they actually see each other as family in a way.

But we don’t get that. At least, I didn’t feel like we got that. Because this found family feels forced to me.

Despite them not liking each other, they don’t argue. They give each other insulting banter, but that doesn’t count as actual differences of opinions. We’re not even shown them disagreeing with each other. We’re told in one of Auri’s chapters, but that’s not enough for me. And it doesn’t correlate with the fact that they didn’t fail a mission. Technically yes, they failed the first one, but because the GIA came to stop it, it didn’t feel like a failure to me. And that was their only failure. They did everything else right, despite them being so different, and hating each other and etc.

The one time we actually got a real disagreement was in chapter 18, and we already know how I feel about chapter 18.

So yeah, their found family is cute and all, but I feel like it could’ve flowed more naturally, so that it would make sense. I remember Kristoff comparing this book to Guardians of the Galaxy on goodreads, which I feel like is insulting to GotG. Because in GotG the characters actually hate each other and go to jail because the first thing they did when they met was fight. So yeah, GotG did it better in my opinion.

And that’s enough for part 2. I can’t believe I have to make a third part, but hopefully it will be the last. If you read this far, thank you. You should consider following me because I might want to do more in-depth reviews like this.

Part 3

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Even the dangerous kid can find love from a fairytale

Warnings: cursing, harassment, implied/referenced childabuse. Let me know if I missed anything

Pairing: Demus, mentioned Logince

After Virgil left the group in junior year, half way through senior year Janus and Rmeus were so mad they got into a fight and aren’t talking currently, three days until they go to college. The only common piece they have is probably Bia and Roman.

But Janus opens the door to his apartment with a raised eyebrow, “What-”

“Get your shoes on Remus is in trouble and I need you to come help me. Now!” Bia snaps, “Ro’s in my truck, driving, come on.”

“What?”

“Shoes, now damn you!” Bia snaps, hands flitting about and jittery, bouncing slightly. Ready to run and or fight, Janus notes.

Janus pulls his shoes on, gad he already has sock, waiting patiently for Bia to start explaining, he calls up the stairs to his grandmother, “I’LL BE BACK REMUS’ IN TROUBLE APPARENTLY IT’S MY JOB TO BAIL HIM OUT!”

“OKAY! BE SAFE LOVE YOU! TAKE THAT LITTLE SPITFIRE GIRL!” His grandmother calls back.

    Janus shuts the door, rushing into the truck still running at the end of his driveway, “So, did anyone want to explain to me what’s happening? Or?”

    Bia gives a low growl, “So- fun fact, Remus has always liked dangerous things.”

    “I know that.” Janus sighs, “What are we walking into?”

    “That shady bar downtown known for assaults and deaths.”

    “What?” Janus growls.

    “Remus went to the Salty Currant, which is also, unfortunately, mafia territory.” Roman sighs, “Bia should stay out of it if she can, because-”

    “Don’t you tell me what to do Crowne.” Bia snaps, “Remus is in danger and you want me to sit pretty?!”

    “We want you to not tempt your sperm donor,” Janus counters, “And if you can’t listen I will call Angie.”

    Bia grumbles, face souring.

    As they break the speed limit they make it to the bar in fifteen minutes, and the boys turn to Bia.

    “We’ll be back, if we’re not back in twenty you call the cops.” Roman says simply.

    “I still think-”

    “Bianca,” Janus snaps, “Please just this once listen to someone else?!”

    “You’re lucky Remus is in danger or I’d smack some sense into ya, go save our dumbass loser.” Bia grumbles.

    Janus and Roman nod, disappearing into the crowd and bar quickly, agreeing to split up and cover more ground.

    Roman shoves past giggling teens and surly drinks, eyes scanning for his brother. He pushes forward through the crowd, beginning to regret splitting from Janus, the loud music and pulsing lights and mass of untrustable strangers.

    Janus scowls, shoving through a rougher crowd, one filled with wandering hands on him and jeering looks. But Janus will find Remus, the elder of the Crowne siblings is in so much trouble just as soon as he’s found.

    Remus isn’t so much found, instead he charged forwards, snagging Janus’ hand away from some smirking jerk or other and kissing him firmly on the mouth, one arm lacing tightly about his waist.

    Janus stiffens, but dosen’t fight, recognizing Remus soft hum in greeting, but he does glare when the crazed teen pulls away.

    “Hey there Baby, thought you’d gotten lost,” Remus smirks,  and his eyes are softer, sober thankfully.

    “Oh really?” Janus growls, dragging Remus towards where he saw a flash of red bomber jacket that resembles Roman.

    “Jan-”

    “Don’t.” Janus grits, still gripping Remus’ hand, too tight but Remus doesn't say anything, falling silent at the glower Janus gives him.

    The two manage to find Roman and Janus calls, “Roman!”

    Roman turns, “Jan?”

    “We need to go, I got Remus, and we have three minuetes at most before something bad happens.” Janus says, herding the set of brothers out.

They make it out the door just in time for Roman to grab a storming Bia’s hand and drag her back to the truck.

    “Uh- Why are you guys even here?” Remus asks.

    “Bia.” Janus says simply.

    “Bia,” Roman agrees, “But I’ve been so worried!”

    “Bia,” Remus sighs, “Why did you drag my brother and Janus here?”

    “I’m in less trouble if I’m not alone when I go to kick your ass.” Bia says simply, “And what were you doing here then?!”

    “You don’t want details on that one.” Remus shrugs, “But I was having fun.”

    “Having fun?” Janus asks his voice sharp as a tack, “Or trying to destroy yourself?”

    “It’s all the same thing.” Remus shrugs, “But, thanks for carin’!”

    Bia scoffs, opening the driver’s side door, “You are the most pig brained- Ugh!”

    Janus shoves Remus into the back seat, clambering in beside Remus, still gripping his hand, “I don’t even know what to say to you, but I- why would you go there? You know it’s dangerous, you could have died!”

    Roman takes passenger seat, “I’m glad you’re safe bro, but, c’mon, what’s worth that?”

    “Oh I’ll tell ya,” Bia grumbles, backing out of her parking space.

    Remus sighs, “Would you stop being a cranky thing? I’ll call Angie on you.”

    “You keep yer yap outta my business thank ya,” Bia growls, chewing her lip, “You know Roman and I are in trouble right?”

    “What? Why?”

    “Logan’s going to kick our asses seven ways from sunday,” She sighs, “He hates this part of town more than I do.”

    Remus rolls his eyes, then, “Jan?”

    “What?!”

    “You wanna let go of my hand? Or- you don’t have to, but it hurts a little, could you loosen your grip?”

    Janus lets go, putting his hands in his lap, “Why in the hell would you put yourself there? Last I heard you preferred to not risk your life.”

    “Last you heard we were talking.” Remus snaps, “Last yu heard you hadn’t broken my heart!”

    “I- what?”

    “I’m in love with you you fucking moron, And you were so heartbroken by Virgil leaveing that you let it fester and you broke my heart and left!”

    Roman blinks, “Wait- you guys weren’t dating?”

    “No,” Bia shakes their head, “they’re both morons.”

    “Uh, yeah, it sucked that he left, but you were just using me as a rebound!” Janus snaps, “You loved him!”

    “No, you loved him.” Remus pouts.

    “You’re all idiots.” Bia sighs, “Why does everyone think that the person they love loves someone else?”

    “What?” Janus blinks.

    “I’m not talking to any of you until you fix this.” Bia says simply, “Or Logan forgives you for going into the den of the devil.”

    Roman winces, “Oh I’m so dead.”

    “No, you can kiss him and short circuit his brain, “Bia huffs.

    “Hold up,” Remus says, finally catching sight of the splatter of colors, “We have a problem.”

    “What?!” Janus glares.

    “I- Found my soulmate apparently?”

    Janus sours, “Congratulations.”

    “Let me see your hand,” Remus pleads, “It’s gotta be you! Why else would you care enough to come get me?!”

    Yes because the universe just cares for us that much.” Janus rolls his eyes.

    “Ask Remus what colors.” Bia says petulantly.

    Remus answers unprompted, “Green, and yellow, black, there’s some white too.”

    Bia raises an eyebrow, then,”Janus, look at your hand please, or wherever your mark is.”

    “But-”

    “Trust me?”

    Janus has always been doubtful, but Bia is usually right oddly enough with spiritual or magic may be concerned. Also, even he can’t ignore the hope blooming in his chest lke an intrusive flower of a thorny variety.

    So, Janus does, letting his left palm move so he can inspect it, the colors match what Remus had described.

    “Oh my god.” Janus whispers.

    Remus grins, “Oh thank god!”

    “This doesn't make me less angry with you for endangering yourself.” JAnus states, though with less venom than originally.

    “Does this mean I can have a kiss before you yell at me more?’ Remus sounds a little hopeful.”

    “You can have a kiss if you promise me you won’t needlessly endanger yourself again ever.” JAnus says simply.

    Bia sveers sharply left, throwing Remus into Janus, making them kiss anyways, because she’s a stubborn witch who loves her friends.

    Remus pulls back, “I promise on my soulmate.”

    Janus snorts, suppressing a laugh.

    “Oh?”

    “He’s very dear to me, lovely snake.”

    “Out, get out,” Bia says, stopping at Remus’ house, “And dear god tell your mother you’re okay. Think I freaked her out, sorry.”

    Remus groans, but exits the truck with Janus.

    Roman and Bia pull awaye.

    Janus tilts his head, “You’re going to be trouble, aren’t you?”

    “Always.” Remus grins, “Now you should go so mom can yell at me.”

    “Oh no, we’ll both yell at you, let’s go inside.” Janus grins, leading Remus inf for a chewing out followed by worried hovering from Remus’ mother and soulmate.

    Remus’ chest warms over with squirming insects in it, Janus is his soulmate now. The world is finally right.

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Come away with me, one last adventure? Chapter five

In which they kiss in the rain

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paring- Logince!

Logan was just fine walking in the rain, even if he did have that stupid angsty song in his head about only being happy when it rains. He looks to Roman, who is bundled in a poncho they’d bought as they walk through the streets side by side, still not touching.

“So, an evening walk?”

Logan just sighs, “I like them.”

“I know you do specs.” Roman sighs, “If I ruffle your hair?”

“I’m good now.”

Roman grins, reaching out and mussing Logan’s black hair with a grin.

Roman stops dead, Logan’s hair where his hand had touched turns a mix of red and blue, some purple and it’s like watercolor, bleeding across the strands Roman touched. The dramatic boy gasps, eyes widening as he looks to his own soul mark, the colors matching Logan’s.

“Logan,” Roman’s voice is tight and high, “We have a situation.”

Logan turns, “What?”

Roman holds his palm to Logan who gasps, “Who?”

“You, your hair!”

“My- really?” Logan breathes out genty.

Roman nods, the rain continuing to hit the duo and the surroundings, “I really want to kiss you.”

“Do it.” Logan breathes, stepping closer.

Roman does, pulling Logan close by the shoulders, pressing their lips together simply, shaking. Logan hums in his throat and wraps his arms about Roman’s shoulders, very happy with this turn of events.

Roman pulls away, eyes wide, “You didn’t push me away?”

“I’ve wanted to do that for- years.”

“How long?”

“So long I forgot when it started.”

“Oh, that’s a long time.”

“It is.”

“Want to get back to the room and share popcorn and a movie while we talk about what this means?”

“It means, Roman, that I love you. And- I’m sorry it wasn’t Janus who was your soulmate.”

“I- Why would you- what?”

“You wanted Janus.”

“Uh no. You wanted Janus, I wanted you.”

“No, you I’ve always wanted it to be you.”

“Oh.” Roman blinks. “But- you- was the playlist a confession?”

“One which you rejected.”

“No! No Logan I- I’m so dumb. Oh! I love you too, so much. Please kiss me again.”

Logan rolls his eyes, reaching up and brushing the wet hair away from Roman’s forehead as he pulls Roman to kiss him again, rain pattering on the street loudly.

They still have to talk about everything, especially with thirteen days until they go to colleges in different states, but this is the start of something unbreakable, strong and beautiful. And the boys just want to be a little selfish.

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Logan learns the difference between his mother tounge and Roman's

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Pairing: Logince

Logan is excited, this is the first weekend he and Roman will finally get to see eachother since college started, no more video calls, no more barley seeing eachother because they leave at different times, they get to actually see eachother. Logan has even finished alkl of his homework, though he is a little burnt out, because, he may have been a little overzealous.

But it’s done, and Roman is going to be at the door any minute, and Logan is going to tell Roman how much he loves him.

In Spanish. Because Roman deserves to hear it in his mother’s tongue, in the language he speaks in his home.

The door opens and Logan is on his feet, by the door in moments, but then he sees who it is. “Who, it’s you.”

His youngest sister winces, “Sorry Lo, I just wanted to change after work before I hit the town with the babes.”

Logan shakes his head, “Ah, go on then, shoo, change, get dolled up.”

Anne giggles, “Help me?”

“Anne I-”

“Please? You go off for months, I barley see you because your triplets and Remy and mama steal you away, come, help me!”

“Oh- fine, fine, Go, up the stairs, to the room.”

“I love you,” Anne beams, leading the way as she bounces through the house and up to her room.

Logan stands in Anne’s doorway, eyes trailing about the room.

The cheer uniform is hung up in her open closet, along with the winter coat Logan got her last year to replace one that had ripped climbing a fence. The carpet needs a vacuuming, and there’s a pile of clothes in one corner. Posters and pictures cover the walls, and a cd radio is on her desk. Her shelf has school books, a few older novels, and many albums.

The walls are a lilac, Logan remembers painting those walls. Roman had been helping, because he’d asked him mom and she said the boys could help. Roman had looked so nice, ten or eleven, with his favorite color graphic t shirt and-

“Earth to Logan,” Anne’s voice cuts with a laugh, “Which out fit?”

Logan looks to his little sister, a heat rising in his cheeks, “Oh- well, let me see.”

Anne holds two out fits on hangers. One is a plaid crop top that buttons down the front and has longer strips to tie in the front, and high waisted jeans. The other is a black circle skirt with suspenders and a floral shirt.

“I was thinking my little heeled boots for the floral shirt, or converse with the plaid shirt.”

“Go for the plaid shirt, you look very nice in the color.” Logan says then, “Switch the pants for a darker color though.”

“Oh, smart!” Anne grins, “You’re the absolute best, I love you!”

“Love you too Anne.”

“ROMAN!” Angie calls, Logan’s brow forrows, he dosen’t remember Angie getting here, odd. “ROMAN’S HERE!”

“Did you know she was here?” Anne asks.

Logan shakes his head, “No, aren’t she and Bia fighting still?”

“I think they called a truce for the weekend because everyone’s in town.” Anne shrugs.

“I see.” Roman nods to himself, “Have fun on your date.”

“It’s not a date!” Anne protests.

“Okay, have fun on your romantic outing,” Logan says, walking towards the front door, and away from the sputtering girl that is his youngest sibling.

Logan makes his way to the front door and smiles gently when he sees Roman.

Roman stands in old jeans and a loose flannel with an undershirt, talking to Angie, both grinning. Logan can’t really help the way his eyes rove over Roman, but it’s completely awestruck, he’s just so- stunningly gorgeous.

It’s unfair, really.

“Oh, hey Logan,” Angie looks up with a smile, “Look who showed up.”

Roman turns and smiles, “Hello my love.”

Logan feels suddenly very underprepared for this, and he goes to greet Roman, like any normal person would do, instead, “Te amo.”

Angie stops short, blinking, turning to look at Roman.

Roman’s eyes are blown wide as the full moon, his jaw dropped, and if Logan were one for flowery language- he is but that’s beside the point- Logan would say Roman’s jaw was on the ground. It wasn’t, obviously, but it would be if this was a dramatic cartoon of sorts.

Logan winces, “I’m so sorry- I don’t even know- I didn’t mean to. Well, I did mean it- but- I mean to say hello, like a normal person and now-”

“Logan,” Angie says gently, “You need to calm down, rambling is giving Roman more to process.”

“No,” Roman says suddenly, “You don’t. You can ramble- but- you don’t, you don’t know, it’s- Oh God, Logan.” He says then sighs softly, “You don’t mean that.”

Logan’s face crumples before a firefly could light up and extinguish the light, “Of course I mean it, I love you Roman!”

Angie backs out of the room, deciding she’d rather help Dliliah May in the kitchen than watch this train wreck.

Roman shakes his head, “Logan, sugar, you don’t know, do you?”

“Te amo is I love you in Spanish, isn’t it?”

“Yes.” Roman says, “But also it’s- it’s more than I love you in english? It’s- oh- you only say that to someone you’re engaged or married to, you say it to someone you think is a forever.”

“But you’re my forever, you’re literally my soulmate!” Logan protests.

“Soulmates aren’t always forever Logan,” Roman sighs, “I love you, so much, but you- your mom and Vinny were soulmates, that wasn’t a hreat set up.”

“Well- no. But still, you’re not Vinny. I’m not, am I?”

“No! God no, of course not, Logan, why would you ask that?” Roman looks very upset suddenly, stepping forward moving to craddle Logan’s face in his hands.

“Well- I don’t know.” Logan sighs then, “That’s a lie, I do. He’s my biological fether Roman, surley I got more from him than my apperance.”

“You got his charms, but that’s all. Logan, you are not your father.” Roman whispers softly, moving to kiss Logan’s forehead gently, “You’re you, and that’s beautiful.”

Logan shakes his head, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know, I upset you.”

“Oh Logan, I promise you, one day we’ll say that, okay? And I do, I love you so, so much it’s almost too much for me. You’re so sweet, telling me you love me he first time in my mother tongue.” Roman kisses Logan’s forehead again, “There you are dear, deep breath, everything’s okay.”

Logan sighs, “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, it’s sweet!”

“A fixable misstep>’ Logan counters.

“Absolutely charming.” Roman grins, “Now, let’s go see your mother.”

“But-”

“I’m supposed to ask before I steal you away, aren’t I?”

“Take him.” Remy calls from the living room, “He’s been pouting without you for the whole time.”

“Shut up,’ Logan gasps, “I do not pout!”

“No, my little boy does not pout, he broods.” Delilah May says as she comes over, “Roman, it’s nice to see you dear.”

“Mrs. Storm-Blacke!”

“Delilah works too,” Delilah May smiles softly, “How many times do I have to tell you?”

“At least three more,” Roman grins, “Can I steal Logan?”

“You did when he met you, but sure.” She grins, “Go, be back by dinner, it’ll be done by seven.”

“Mooooommmmm.” Logan whines.

“Yes my darling boy?”

“Stoooooop, you’re embarrassing me.”

“Somebody needs to.” Delilah May grins, ruffling Logan’s hair, “Now go on, go be young and in love, it’s a nice feeling.”

“Thank you Deliliah.” Roman says, “Come on Lo, off and away!”

Logan does, happily following Roman away to wherever it is his love has decided to take them.

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Come away with me, one last adventure? Chapter three

In which the boys go to taco bell and almost get a gift opened

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Roman walks out of the bathroom, freshly showered and clad in sweat pants and a tank top. Drying his hair with a towel, his eyes find Logan sat on the bed fiddling with a small wrapped thing or other.

“Hey pocket watch.” Roman smirks down at the boy atop the bed, “Sorry about the only bed, but what’s that in your lap? Could it be a present for moi?”

Logan looks up, and snorts, “It’s nothing too big… But- I made it for you!”

“Then it’ll be perfect.”

“I uh- text me when you’re done with it, if you need it, my laptop’s in my bag. I’ll get dinner.”

“Lo?”

“Please?”

“Can I open it tomorrow? When you open your gift?”

“Tomorrow is my birthday why would you-”

“Because you’re the best gift. And because- Because I want to.”

“I- Yes if it will make you happy.” Logan nods, setting the gift down, “So, where were your soul marks, or mark, if I may ask?” Logan’s voice is soft.

Roman holds up his right hand, “the palm, and a little over the tops of my fingers, but I don’t know if I’m the youngest or not. So, I might have to wait for them to turn eighteen before I can touch them and find out.”

“I wish you luck.”

“I do too.” Roman gives a soft laugh, “So, what do we want for dinner specs?”

“Oh uh- your birthday, you decide.”

“What about- wanna get taco bell?”

“You’ll sleep on the couch but sure.”

“And miss Logan cuddles?!” Roman gives a mock gasp, “Never!”

“Then pick something else.”

“I saw a Dairy Queen?”

“I’m down. You want me to go get it?”

“No, we’ll go eat, just let me change.”

“Very well.” Logan nods, moving to stand up, pushing to his feet, “But I’m paying.”

“But-”

“You’ll buy dinner tomorrow.”

“Acceptable.”

An alarm goes off and Logan grins, “You are officially eighteen, happy birthday Roman.”

“Dork.” Roman scoffs, “But- thanks L.”

Logan nods, silencing the alarm, “Any time Roman. Now, put on jeans and shoes and we’ll go.”

Roman rolls his eyes, draping the towel across a chair as he begins to change.

Logan stands by the door, staring down at his phone, probably texting his siblings text chat if Roman had to guess.

Roman would be right in that assumption, Logan’s brother, gender fluid but currently gender neutral sibling, and his two sisters tease him.

The two head out, walking to the Dairy queen in companionable teasing and jostling.

Roman orders for the two while Logan glares at people who approach the booth he has staked out and claimed, drinks in front of him.

Roman finally comes back with food and sets it down, plopping opposite of Logan with a grin, “Miss me?”

“No.”

“You wound me!”

“Good.”

“You and your brother just looove watching me suffer.”

“Yes. And?”

“Do you even really love me?”

“Don’t be daft Roman.” Logan says, though it isn’t a straight answer Roman does understand the sentiment, that Logan loves him. As a friend. That’s it. He won’t get his hopes up and he’ll be fine.

“I see.” Roman snorts, shoving Logan’s burger and fries at him.

“I am glad you are not blind.” Logan nods, voice deadpan.

“God you’d be a good Daria.”

“Thank you.” Logan sighs, “Sadly, Virgil has me beat.”

“Shocker.” Roman giggles, biting a fry, “So, specs, think you know your soulmate?”

“I know who I want to be my soulmate. But no, I do not know.”

“Describe who you want then?”

“Well, they are dramatic… And loud, we clash sometimes, but we do enjoy each other's company.” Logan nods.

Roman hums, deciding Logan probably wants Janus, or maybe if he stretches it, Remus. But it’s not Roman’s place to judge.

“They sound- nice.”

“They’re- I’m in love with them Roman, I’d do anything at all for them, except one or two things. But they’d never ask me to do the fw things I wouldn’t do for them.”

“I- that’s great Logan.”

“What about you Roman?”

“Oh- uh- He’s smart, wicked smart. He’s kinda deadpan, and I’ve known him forever, but it’s not like he’d like me back. He’s kind, even if he seems cold. And- I’ve been in love with him as long as I can think of.”

Logan nods, throat tightening as he manages, “He sounds- he sounds perfect.”

“He is.” Roman says, and even he can hear how dreamily he sighs after the small sentence. Oh he is so gone on Logan, Roman just hopes Janus will love Logan back.

Logan nods, of course Roman would be in love with Janus.

The two eat in silence for a few minutes, but it doesn't last, Roman begins to talk about the play he hopes to audition for in his upcoming school year. And Logan listens, he’s good at that, listening to Roman, keeping him grounded but helping him dream.

When they get to sleep that night, in sweat and boxers, tangling together in the small bed in the cold room as they curl together to gain more warmth, they both wonder how they’ll survive in the morning. It’s awkward, and they are embarrassed, but it’s not new.

Master post   Chapter four

[starshineandbooks]

Come away with me, One last adventure? Chapter four

In which they open gifts and manage to completely miss Logan’s soulmark

Chapter one   Chapter Two   Chapter Three 

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Spotify playlist for cD roman is given

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Roman wakes to a cold bed and a missing Logan, that is upsetting to his gay disaster heart and friend senses. He sits up quickly, to listen for any sign of logan, instead finding a note on his nightstand.

‘Roman, I have gone out on a walk after a series of bad dreams, I will likely be back by the time you wake up but if not feel free to text me. I’ll grab breakfast while I am out.’

Roman does feel free to text Logan, “Hey where are you?”

Logan doesn’t respond, but the door opens two minutes later, revealing Logan holding a drink carrier and a pastry bag, “Good morning Roman.”

“Happy birthday!” Roman smiles, “Did you discover your soulmark?”

“Nothing.” Logan says swiftly, “I woke up at midnight, and I found nothing, no mark at all.”

“O-oh.” Roman blinks, “That’s uh-”

“It’s fine. Just- Don’t touch me right now. Bad sensory day.” Logan sighs, shaking his dark, black hair out of his face.

“Okay.”

“I have caffine and breakfast.” Logan sighs, “And a lack of apparent soulmate.”

“Logan-”

“It’s fine,” Logan shakes his head, “I suppose I am just a little bitter.”

Roman’s lips purse, almost a pout, and Logan can’t find it in himself to chide himself for wanting to kiss those unfairly pretty lips. Logan sighs, setting the bag down and handing Roman a coffee, not meeting his friend’s eyes, careful to make sure he doesn't touch Roman’s hand at all, saving himself the pain for today.

Roman can’t help letting his eyes roe over all of Logan’s exposed skin, he’s never been able to, but he desperately wants to find where someone else will take away what Roman loves so dearly, where a soulmate will mark Logan as theirs forever.

Roman hates to think of that, but he hates even more to think that Logan, who deserves the world, wouldn’t get the exact soulmate he wants. Roman also hates the idea that if likely factual, that when Logan finds his soulmate -because surely the beautiful nerd has one- that he will leave for college and forget about Roman.

Roman knows Logan will promise not to if it was brought up, but Roman also knows that when you fall in love the rest of the world, no matter how bright, isn’t as important.

“Stop your moping Roman, it’s a lack of soulmate, not a lack of soul.”

“That can’t be right.” Roman counters, “Everyone has a soulmate!”

“That’s what Disney says, that’s what the cards say Roman, but this is real life, not everything works out perfect.”

“I know that!” Roman sighs, softening his voice, “I know that okay, God above do I know that L.”

“Well… Good. Now, drink your caffeinated death before it gets cold.” Logan’s voice is distant, as he moves to drink from his own styrofoam cup.

Roman sighs, following suit, “How long were you out?”

“Since midnight.”

“Specs it’s seven in the morning. What-”

“Bad dream, nothing important.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yeah…” Logan sighs, “I- It wasn’t great.”

“Wanna talk about it?”

“You died.”

“I what?!”

“You died, in my dream Roman. It was rather upsetting.” Logan sighs, shaking his ead, “But it is okay, you are breathing and that- that is enough.”

Roman can’t find the words, but the way Logan looks so upset- he sighs, reaching and pulling a wrapped rectangle of the ground, “Open it for me?”

Logan sighs, setting his cup down and reaching for the gift, before moving to grab Roman’s.

“Wait!” Roman says, then his alarm goes off, “HAppy birthday Specs, welcome to being officially eighteen!”

Logan snorts, “Thank you.”

Roman pulls the gift Logan made for him off the bed stand, “Open them together?”

“Yes, if that’s amicable to you?”

“I suggested it didn’t I?”

Logan does not dignify that with a response, instead nodding slightly, before he turns to the gift as he sits on the bed, moving the blue wrapped object to his lap.

Roman stares down at the red paper, “Go!”

The two begin to tear at the paper, brows knit to see who can open it faster. Competitive as always but in a fun way.

Roman wins, because the gift he’s opening is smaller. He grins, “A CD case specs, did you make me a mixtape?”

“Listen to it and find out.”

Roman just grabs Logan’s laptop, booting it up and logging in.

Logan stares down at the scrap book on his lap, a galaxy print cover and beautiful calligraphy reading ‘Logan memories for the ages Part one of many’. He chuckles softly to himself, “A scrapbook?”

“Look through it, Specs, I spent- a long time.”

“Is that why your hands were covered in blue and silver glitter for a week and a half?”

“Maybe.” Roman pills up the CD room and goes to hit play.

“Wait! Headphones, and- listen to the whole thing first?”

“Uh- sure?”

Logan nods, “After this we should buy tickets to disney for tomorrow.”

“We should.”

Logan turns to rifle through the scrapbook, finidning shades of blues and black, and galaxies, stars, and a nasa logo on different pages. Roman must have spent hours on this, weeks probably longer.

The first page is a picture of Roman and Logan when they were probably five, Roman sits on the counter with a bandaged knee and e teary smile as Logan holds out an otter pop to his injured friend. ‘My hero’ It reads.

A second picture sits on the same page, this time Roman and Logan appear to be sixteen if the blue streak in Roman’s hair is any indicator. Roman and Logan stand arm in arm for homecoming, Roman’s date had ditched him the night before for some pretty boy or other. Logan had stepped in and broken off from the group the nerd had planned on attending with just to make sure Roman had a fun night. The second picture seems to continue the message of the first, ‘Forever and ever.’

Soft silver glitter is on the second page, a large picture of Logan and Virgil takes up the majority of the page, the two are hunched together watching conspiracies on the laptop they’d borrowed from their triplet Bia, said girl in the background threatening Roman with a curling iron.

The message for that page is silly and looping as ever, ‘Except when the conspiracies rot your brain and your sister threatens to straighten my hair with her curler if I scare you.’

Logan laughs softly, turning the page and gasping.

Roman glances over but just smiles at the picture on the third page.

Logan stares down at a picture of Logan and Roman with their moms, the boys are probably eight, and dressed in almost matching outfits. Black pants, dress shoes, and button up shirts in white. Except, they both wear bow ties, Logan’s is a dark red while Roman’s is a dark blue. ‘Sometimes, we steal each other's color.’

The next page is Logan at the planetarium, alone in the shot but looking starstruck as he stares up at constellations, pointing them out to someone out of view, probably Roman or one of their friends. ‘As stunning as the stars you so love.’

The next page is a picture of Logan with his siblings.

Remy stands with his- they were a he at the time of photo- arms about Logan and Virgil’s shoulders, sunglasses ever in place and a smirk. Virgil’s got one arm hanging loseley and the other about the youngest sibling, and the only blonde. Anne, the blonde, smiles at the camera. Logan has his pinkies hooked with his female triplet, the two identical, save for Logan wears glasses where Bia wears contacts. The group stands in matching print swimsuits on the beach.

‘You have more fun and emotion and love than you’d let most people know but you’re a big softie.’

Logan continues to rifle through his favorite memories, most of them with Roman himself or Logan’s own siblings. His eyes sting, Roman put so much thought and love into this project, and Logan is going to keep it forever.

When he is done reading he turns to watch Roman shut the laptop and turn to Logan as well, almost in sync. Logan will miss this, the easy everything he has with Roman.

“Thank you Roman.” Logan says simply, “This means a lot to me, I- It’s beautiful.” Logan manages to bite back the quip Roman would love to hear, just not from Logan. Manages to keep from saying, ‘Almost as beautiful as you are.’

“I’m glad you liked it!” Roman grins, going to ruffle Logan’s hair but stopping as he remembers Logan asked to not be touched, Roman drops his hand, “Sorry I was just so excited I blinked for a moment.”

“It is okay Roman, You stopped and you remembered, and then apologized. That is all I can ask for.”

“I mean, you could ask me for anything.” Roman shrugs, and his voice isn’t teasing like he’d meant, it’s soft and vulnerable and earnest.

Logan shakes his head, “Not anything.” Logan sighs, shaking his head.

“Anything. But uh- Thank you for the music Logan.”

“Of course.”

“I like all of the songs, of course! But uh- they were all love songs?”

“Yes.”

“Okay.” Roman nods, “Well, Thank you very much, it was- a beautiful playlist.”

Roman stares only a little besottedly at eyes of stormy depth in Logan’s green gaze, and he can’t help but wish the playlist was a confession, but it isn’t, Roman knows this.

Logan wishes Roman hadn't just rejected him so outright with ignoring that the playlist is a confession, but here he is.

“I’m glad you liked it.” Logan smiles as best he can around what feels as if his heart is stabbing itself violently. “We should take a walk around dinner time, after is ideal.”

Master post    Chapter five

[starshineandbooks]

Come away with me, One lasty adventure? Chapter two

In which Roman is just barley strong enough to keep quiet

AO3

words- 966

pairing Logince

Chapter one

Logan drives until he stops at a gas station, the sun starting to rise, he shakes Roman awake gently, “Ro, we’re at the gas station you said to stop at.”

Logan had been following the direction to the gas station Roman had left on the dashboard, driving four or five hours, and he needs a break and some food. Also a bathroom.

Roman whines, “Nooooo.”

“Come on Roman, get up.” Logan prods his friend’s side gently.

“Loooo, ‘m sleepy, five minutes and we’ll go.”

“Roman we’re at the gas station you had the directions tell me to stop at.”

“We’re-” Roman opens his eyes, “How’d I get in the car?”

Logan smirks down at his groggy, sleep disheveled friend -The sunlight hitting those stunning brown eyes, making the dark color look like bourbon at the moment, Logan thinks it’s fitting, he’s a little addicted to Roman’s eyes.

“Specs?”

“I carried you, you needed it.”

“You-” Roman blinks at Logan, “You carried me?”

“I did.”

Roman can feel his lips tugging upwards, and he grins up at Logan, “Really? That sounds awful hard on your back.”

“You are worth it Roman.” Logan’s voice sounds a little odd, but he presses on, “Now, let’s go, snacks to be found, bathrooms to be used, strangers to avoid. “And, happy birthday.”

“What- Oh my gosh it is my birthday isn’t it? Thank you!”

Logan smiles, nodding as he opens the door, “When we get to a hotel for the night I have something for you.”

Roman watches as Logan gets out of the car, then follows suit himself. He shuts the door, following Logan into the station, gaze darting about the shelves and displays.

Logan disappears to the bathroom, leaving Roman on snack and drink duty.

As Roman walks about he picks up jerky and chips, licorice, kitkats, gummy candy, and waters. He stands in front of the flavored drinks when he hears something that makes his whole heart drop.

“Hey sweet cheeks,” A man leans forwards, leaning into Roman’s space, arm draping about his shoulders, “A road trip huh?”

“Uh- yeah,” Roman smiles grandly, “How’d you guess?”

“The snacks.”

“What,” Logan’s voice sounds as the boy appears beside Roman suddenly. Logan’s voice is sharp and hard and leaves no room for Roman to feel unsafe suddenly, “Are you doing with your arm around him?”

“Flirting.”

Roman looks at Logan, and Logan seems to understand.

“With my boyfriend? Please, get your arm off of him before I remove it for you.”

“This is your boyfriend sweet cheeks?”

“Uh- Yes! Yes, my boyfriend, who I am so deeply in love with.”

Logan nods, though has a pink tint to his cheeks Roman can’t miss, “Yes.”

“Then kiss him sweet cheeks.”

Logan hums, “Will you take your arm off of him so I may kiss him then?”

The man scoffs but pulls his arms off, watching with a clear challenge in his eyes as Logan cups Roman’s face.

“You good?”

“Just do it.” Roman says.

Logan finds himself being selfish, leaning forwards to take a kiss from his dearest friend, pressing their lips together firmly, holding Roman there as his eyes slip shut.

Roman pulls back, gasping, “Thank you.”

The weird man grumbles but leaves.

Logan smiles, “Come on, let’s check out.”

“Thank you.” Roman whispers, then, “That was- That was my first kiss off a stage.”

Logan blinks, “I am sorry.”

“Don’t be. I’m glad it was someone I trust.”

“Thank you.”

“Was- Was I your first kiss?”

“No.” Logan says with what Roman can tell is regret, though over what Roman couldn't say.

“Second?”

“No.”

“Third-”

“Roman I have made a series of bad decisions. I apologize.” Logan sighs gently, “Come on, let’s get checked out.”

Roman nods, following Logan to check out.

Once they get back into the car, Roman takes the wheel, Logan settled happily in the passenger's seat.

Logan stares out the window, when finally, “Where are we going?”

“We’re headed up on a theme park tour! First up we have Disney.” Roman grins, “FLorida because that’s where we are.”

“Oh how-”

“I’ve been planning this for- years.”

“I see.”

Roman glances at Logan, lips quirking at the way Logan stares out the window, “We'll get to Williamsburg, promise.”

“Really?” Logan turns and looks excitedly hopeful, eyes shining.

“Really. Now, We’ll be at the hotel in twenty minutes.”

Logan smiles, “After we get there I have a surprise for you.”

“Gay.”

“I would hope so, I am a homosexual male.” Logan’s brow knits, “Roman I don’t understand-”

“I’m teasing.” Roman laughs softly then, “Where do you think our soulmate marks will be?”

“I don’t know, your hand maybe?”

“We’ll check when we stop.”

“Sounds good.”

“I think yours will be your shoulder and hip, your soulmate dips you.”

“Maybe.”

“You deserve the best.” Roman grins, turning the radio up as he hears a power song of the duo’s come on, “Sing with me Lolo!”

“Shut up.” Logan laughs, shaking his head.

The intro chords to a green day song start and Logan will deny it forever, but the smile he gets from Roman makes the whole singing thing worth it.

Roman can’t help the way he puts everything he has into his voice, countering and complementing Logan’s own. The world is Roman’s stage, but Logan is his harbor from the storm.

Logan’s voice, while untrained, is pleasant and kind to Roman’s ears. It isn’t often Logan sings willingly, that he knows the people around him are awake at least.

Roman treasures the moments Logan lets loose in a way no one would think he ever would, and around Roman at that.

It’s almost too much for Roman to manage to keep inside.

“Hey Logan?”

“Yes?”

Roman swallows, “I- thanks for coming with me.”

Almost too much. Almost.

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[starshineandbooks]

It’s not much, but it’s a start - Chapter one

summary- The third instalattion in many more of the Sanders sides soulmate AU I have made, This is my house in projectingville,I invite you all over.Virgil has a bad discussion with his just made ex, and his siblings get him out, Logan taking his triplet to a flower shop their sister said to go to.It ends much better than it starts!

Pairings- Romantic Moxiety, Mentioned Logince and Demus

Warnings - implied/refrenced abuse (It’s not there much but it’s there a little), Screaming, think that’s it

Ao3

Virgil has had more than enough, eyes wide as his beloved boyfriend- ex his mind supplies, screams at him.

“You’re crazy! Why would I stay with you?! You make everything harder, and you stifle me! You aren’t even my soulmate! I wasted years on you!” Micheal growls.

“I-”

“Are you raising your voice to my brother?” A woman asks, stepping between Virgil and Micheal, the former barely recognizing her before Logan is gently leading Virgil away from the situation.

“Excuse you? Which freak are-”

“Shut your mouth now, sugar, wouldn’t  want you to lose any more knowledge with that flappin’ hole of yours.”

“Why you little-”

Virgil is out of earshot, and Logan is guiding him into a car, Logan’s car maybe? No, Roman’s then. 

“Virge?”

“It’s fine.”

“No, it isn’t. What happened?”

“I- I don’t know.”

“Okay. Okay, come on, We’ll take you to a safe place, come on.”

“What?”

“Bia’s always praising this place, come on now.”

Virgil stays quiet while Logan starts the car, leaving the parking lot of the restaurant quickly, long-distance might have been a mistake. But he’s here now. Oh who’s he kidding, he deserved this-

Virgil is suddenly walking into the door of a shop, the setting looks familiar, but where is he?

“I’m sorry kiddos, but we’re closed.” A voice calls from somewhere.

“I’m sorry, my sister Bia said if something happened tonight-”

“Hold up, Bia?” A laugh and a small man with wild curls appear from behind a floral display, “Why didn’t you say so? Oh, She’s so sweet, she’s all the time drawing me pretty flowers!”

“She’s what?”

“Yeah, she stacked courses, graduated, changed courses, she’s the lady who runs that tattoo parlor down the street, isn’t she? Bia Storm-Blacke?”

Logan nods, “Yes, you must be Patton then?”

“Logan?”

“Yes.”

“You look just like her. Or she looks just like- Sorry. Oh- honey,” Patton says gently and Virgil chokes a little, it’s too similar to his sister and mom, comforting and gentle, soothing like aloe on a burn, “Are you okay?”

Virgil, shaking and realizing he’s crying, shakes his head, no use lying. He’s always hated it anyway.

“Oh- C’mere,- Can I hug you?”

Virgil suspects that this Patton gives very nice hugs, and if his sister really did say to come here Patton can’t mean harm.

So, Virgil nods slowly, holding his arms out slightly, only to be pulled into a tight, oddly comforting hug despite not really knowing Patton.

Logan watches, hands clapped just so, barely fiddling with Roman’s class ring that’s a little too big but sits on Logan’s thumb.

Virgil’s skin tingles where Patton touches him through his clothes, and he jerks away as soon as it registers, eyes wide. 

He did not just lose Micheal to find his soulmate, that can’t be. Virgil loved Micheal, maybe Micheal yelled a lot, and maybe it was a work in progress, And maybe Virgil had or hadn’t deserved it, but he loved Micheal. With everything he’d had. Right?

Except, his mom hadn’t deserved his biological dad. Virgil has some thinking to do, but he can’t have met his soulmate so suddenly.

Patton stares wide-eyed at his arms, the tips of his fingers halfway up his upper arms is splattered like ink stains with purple and sky blue and a gentle gold with bright silver. A mess of colors and Virgil can’t help but know that it’s the right balance of each, can’t help the slight buzz in his mind at the mark claiming this undeniably pretty flower shop worker as his soulmate.

“Oh my goodness,” Patton breathes softly, eyes seeming to well with tears, or maybe that’s Virgil again.

“Fuck me,” Virgil grits, wrapping his arms around himself.

“Oh- I’m sorry,” Patton whispers. 

“What- it’s not your fault you dense bitch.” Virgil rolls his eyes, but flinches at the crumpling of Patton’s face, the face of a stranger that he is supposedly made for.

“I uh- I’d like to get to know you more if you want. But- I can’t offer you a relationship right now... But, I’d like friends, more later if we want it, but I think- friends maybe?”

Logan has his head tilted, one hand on Virgil’s shoulder.

Virgil swallows, at least Patton doesn't seem to want a romantic relationship right now, that’s nice. “I- uh- I’m in town for a bit, visitn’ my sister, wanna grab coffee tomorrow?”

“I know a nice place, it’s just down the road, the owner’s a little- silly, but it’s a good place,” Patton says gently.

“I’d like that,” Virgil says softly.

“I’m glad. Uh- I can open shop later, how eight-thirty tomorrow morning work for you? You can totally bring someone else too! I know- I’ve been told I can be a lot. And-”

“I might bring one of my siblings.” Virgil says then, “But- If Bia trusts you, you’re probably not horrible. Probably.”

“O-oh.”

“Uhm- You Okay Patton?”

“Oh- yeah! I’m okay.”

“Okay,” Virgil says, not believing it, but not pushing. He doesn't have that right yet anyhow.

“Well, congratulations to you two.” Logan says simply, “I wish you both luck.”

“I- thank you?” Patton blinks, looking to Logan as if surprised Logan is there at all.

“You are welcome. Now, I’ve been told if I come, to ask you for roses, lavender, and chamomile?”

“Oh, Bia’s usual order, uh sure. And- It looks like you two have had a rough night, Pick out any dozen flowers you like, for each of you, the order and the dozen flower sets will be on the house tonight.”

“Oh- Thank you.”

“It’s nothing,” Patton says softly, “Now, get a wiggle on kiddo, if someone made you cry like that I imagine your sister will be here any minute to coddle you.”

Virgil laughs softly, “You know here pretty well huh?”

“Oh yeah, she talks about you guys a lot actually.”

“Oh?”

“Says she misses you guys.” Patton shrugs, “And that you had decent music taste.”

Vigil laughs softly, a little shaky, but it makes Logan's lips quark, glad to see his triplet happy.

Patton hums, “You’re cuter than she said y’know?”

“What?” Virgil gapes, eyes wide.

“Bia, she tells everyone who’ll listen how cute you are, says you’re like a black kitten trying to scare others.” Patton’s voice is bubbly, and Virgil can’t help the indignant hitch his shoulders take.

“She what?!”

“She has a duo of friends that live up here with her, Jan’s backed her up, and Remus is usually- making food of some kind or other.” Patton shrugs, “I’m not really sure how they could be so vehement you’re adorable, and so under informing me of it too.”

Virgil scoffs, “I’m not cute!”

“You are, Virge,” Logan’s voice is seemingly cold, as usual, but Virgil recognizes the slight teasing lilt to it.

“I am not!”

“Yeah! What he said, probably!” A woman cheer as the door jingles happily, “Hey Patt, I see you’ve met my brothers?”

“Oh, hey B!” Patton calls, “I have, they’re very sweet.”

“Take it back,” Virgil hisses.

“Oh, they’re somethin’ alright,” Bia laughs, walking around the corner and Virgil sobers immediately.

“So, how are you today Patt?”

“Better than whoever got a hold of you three I’d imagine,” Patton goggles, “You want an Ice pack?”

“Nah, Remus and Jan can play patch up, I gotta get these two back to my place so they can sleep.”

Virgil stares at his sister, a bruising cheek and jaw, bloodied nose, a slight limp, another fight. This time with Micheal.

“He- did that?”

Bia turns, then shakes her head, “No, he yelled. His brother showed up and started fighting me because of some stupid, bigot reason or other. Now, you two are doing any better?”

“Oh, yes. Virgil found his soulmate!” Logan chirps, “Isn’t that great?”

Virgil glowers at the ground.

Bia looks between the brothers, then to a wilting Patton, “Lo, I don’t know. They’ve both had a really hard week, just- not every soulmate is romantic, lots are, some aren’t.”

Logan shrinks to himself slightly, “O-oh.”

“Hey, you didn’t do anythin’ wrong baby, come on, chin up or I’ll summon a Roman.”

Logan snorts, “Oh, yes.”

“She’ll do it,” Virgil says simply.

“I might get a duke, but it’s the thought that counts.” Bia nods sagely, turning to Patton, “And if you need me to go fight that- interestin’ lady I’ll do it. I’ll do it in a heartbeat.”

Patton shakes his head, “No, I’m okay. It just- I just need time.”

Bia nods, “Well, we should be gettin’ outta your hair, see you later Patty.”

“Bye hon.” Patton waves, watching as Bia leads her siblings out of the shop with gentle hands and biting remarks of taunting between triplets. 

Bia hums, “So, Patton huh?”

Virgil rolls his eyes, “Is apparently the soulmate that Micheal broke up with me over.”

“I’m sorry honey.”

“It’s-” Virgil sighs, “I don’t wanna talk about it, can we just go?”

“Sure, Ree and Jay will be thrilled to see you. You guys aren’t still fightin’ are ya?” Bia asks.

Virgil grumbles, “Noo… We don’t talk much but- we’re- we made up, we’re friends again.”

“That’s great, now, up the apartment stairs you go!”

“What- where do you- this is your place?!”

Bia nods, stopping in front of the doors to a brick apartment building, “Yep!”

“How? Isn’t it rough, it’s downtown?”

“Not as bad as you'd think, especially livin’ with Jan and Ree.” Bia shrugs.

“Oh god.” Virgil groans, getting into the elevator, “How are you still sane?”

“Bold of you to assume I ever was. Now, showers and to bed.” Bia says simply.

------- Next chapter

Okay, this is a little update/ author’s note feel free to skip!

I am writing the remile wedding fic

I’m editing the demus fic as well

Bia is a recurring character, if you want a fic focused on her, or any other ocs later, let me know, they like attention and keep trying to take over scenes.

I have sevral ideas, but Tumblr is a hell site and school is hitting full force, so I have less time to write.

[starshineandbooks]

Once again tumblr is messing with things and I don't have desktop tumblr available so ao3 link it is.

Warnings: cursing, injury, drunk driver mentioned, imploed/referenced abuse

Pairing: Logince, platonic Roman & Bia

Part of my soulemate AU

Summary: Where better to propose than after waking up from a near coma after an accident? These boys don't know.