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Vampire!reader with the 141 + Stone but instead of some centuries old ancient vampire king who lived in Europe who struggled with his humanity and immortality and broods and grumbles and is old its just some guy who's from the 1920s to the 1940s who's a big jazz enthusiast and no one understands the slang he uses

He avoids any really old people because he knows them and he doesn't want to risk the chance of them recognizing him

Not because he doesn't want to be realized as a vampire he just made a lot a enemies back in the day

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Oh, I can just see Price joking about how you two are the old men and the rest are the youngsters. Despite him being closer in age to the rest of the 141 than to your age. In my heart of hearts, Price loves jazz and so you two 100% bond over that.

Soap and Gaz are big on (lovingly) making fun of your old slang terms. Soap especially finds your slang funny because he's finally not the only one who doesn't use common British slang.

Gaz makes fun of it (again, lovingly) but he secretly loves your slang. And like Price, he loves your taste in music. I just got this image of him collecting jazz records and now imagine him fanboying over the original records you must have.

Ghost understands your avoidance on old people and he makes sure to always follow your lead when you're nearby people you might've known back then. He asks you about what it was like to live back then and asks you if you served in any of the wars.

Stone is in fact the one who is the most wary of you initially, and yeah it's because you're a vampire. But once he realizes how chill you are, he likes you.

He asks you about what the stars were like back then, if any of them have faded in the night sky since you first saw them. You could tell him that there was no to little difference in the starry sky from then to now and he'd still ask about the differences. Look, he's very interested in stars.

I feel like all of them except Stone and Ghost would allow you to drink their blood if you asked.

Soap begs you to drink his blood, not because he has a blood kink, but because he loves knowing he helped feed you. Gaz makes sure you're fed regularly and eats foods that will make his blood taste even better. Price is the type to crack jokes while your fangs are in his neck, I can just see it.

Ghost might take a while for him to allow you to drink from him, but he'd get to trusting you with that eventually. He always tenses first and then relaxes, since he's just typically on edge.

Stone, I'm sorry to say, may never let you drink his blood.

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motivation came omg google doc update saves my account confirmed??

Yay!!

I used to use google docs but then they started doing AI stuff and I just didn't want my stuff to be used so their AI could learn, so I'm now using Reedsy. Still, I'm glad you have motivation to write.

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oc thoughts plague me even outside of tumblr. mentally putting this shirt on kali

Kali would 100% wear that. It's not what he usually wears since he likes floral shirts, but the cowboy in him likes the shirt.

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Hey you!

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EEP! Hello, welcome back to my blog!

How are you doing?

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aaron. need your thoughts king. what do you think of a cheese sandwich. just cheese. no mayo, no cream cheese no nothing. just a slab of cheddar.

I'm going to be honest with you, I hate mayo so every cheese sandwich I've ever had (plain cheese) was just a sliced cheese and bread. Of course, it's better when you make grilled cheese, but just a regular non-grilled cheese sandwich is nice.

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fun fact about Boss

in wintertime he gains weight very easily so he has to cut back on the food he eats. because he grew up in siberia whenever it gets cold his body is like "oh shit oh fuck it's cold pile on the fat are we warm yet???"

anyway bear behavior

Boss being chubby in the winter?? Ugh, what I wouldn't give to cuddle him.

He'd feel so nice and warm. So sad he's not real. :(

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anyways. merman sylvester

what fish is he? fuck if i know. vaguely koi inspired i guess

Oooh, pretty!

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still thinking about the red string soulmate au and..

bats my eyelashes at you as nicely and politely as i can and.. cough cough;; getting on my hands and knees and humbly requesting a part 2 to it;; oh my god;; was on the edge of my seat the whole time;;

heres a little bribe- i mean gift. yeah. gift :))) just for u <3

Adding this as well, because I'll be using this idea as the plot of Part two of the Red String AU.

I can't help making Kali go through it. I know I left Stone's part on a cliffhanger, but I'm going to try my best to do equal parts Stone and equal parts Kali in this AU.

Wordcount: 990 words

It had been a week since Ashok had last seen the soulmate he had already found, Vikram having been called for a mission. It was terrible timing because Ashok was now just waiting for a new mission to come, only coming onto the base he was stationed at to check for new missions and to train for the rest of the day before he went back home all alone.

Ashok had finished training with the rest of his squad early and instead of going home, he decided to head to the park. Being in nature always calmed him down and every time he was around nature when Vikram was too busy, it felt like he was enjoying the nature for both himself and his boyfriend.

As Ashok pulled parked his car in front of the park, he felt a tug on his left wrist, a sign that his other soulmate (the one he hadn't found) was nearby. It lifted his spirits as he got out of the car, whistling as he locked the car and walked up to the entrance of the park.

He walked into the entrance of the park, his desire to meet his soulmate making him want to go straight for where the tugging was persistent.

However, he managed to resist the urge, sating himself with the knowledge that he'd enjoy the peace of nature by himself before he met his soulmate. And if his soulmate seemed to be leaving while Ashok was still enjoying the park, he'd just go and meet him before he left.

Seemed like a good compromise to him.

Ashok walked around, looking around at all of the trees and plants around. The ground beneath his boots was soft as he trailed onto the grass since he was walking at a leisurely pace and didn't want to keep any of the joggers jogging on the sidewalk behind him.

After a while of walking around, he decided to sit down on a park bench near a playground, since there was a nice oak tree nearby. As he sat down, he couldn't help smiling to himself as he felt the tug at the red string around his wrist become harder.

He was getting closer to his soulmate without even meaning to. He couldn't complain, the excitement brimming inside of him.

Ashok glanced beside him, to where the tug was coming from. He saw a man on the playground beside the tree, the man watching what seemed to be his kids.

The man looked big—but not as big as Ashok and Vikram—and he had shaggy but short hair with scars on his rather handsome face. He had deep red eyes which shone with happiness as he watched the kids, but that was the extent of the emotions on his face.

With the kids a few feet in front of him, he kept a bored expression on his face, especially when he glanced at others to watch what they were doing.

Ah, Ashok knew that expression of paranoia. He had seen Vikram check their surroundings many times, knew when someone was eyeing others for any weapons. He himself had that look on his face once or twice when on a mission.

It was to no one's surprise that the man—Ashok's soulmate—figured out that Ashok was staring, but Ashok still turned his head away quickly when they locked eyes. He hadn't meant to stare for so long, but his soulmate was breathtaking.

"You got a problem with me?" the man asked when he walked over, his voice gruff and in a no-nonsense tone. When Ashok turned his head to lock eyes, the man didn't hesitate when glaring down at him.

Ashok shook his head, able to feel the string that connected them together. "No, I don't have a problem with you," he said, his eyes flickering to the man's wrist before going back to making eye contact with him. "It's just... We're soulmates."

He could tell the other man wasn't impressed, wasn't thinking that the revelation was anything important. He bit down a laugh at the way the man seemingly brushed off the fact; Vikram was the exact same way when they found out they were soulmates.

Of course, Vikram had been hiding his excitement because he didn't think he deserved any soulmate, much less two. But that was neither here nor there.

"I already have a soulmate," the man said after a while, his red eyes glancing to check on the kids.

It was then that Ashok noticed that while both kids were cat hybrids, unlike the man, one of the kids had the man's facial features. The man had a son, with his other soulmate.

"I understand. I too have another soulmate," Ashok explained, not letting the man's dismissive attitude affect him. "I don't expect anything, I'd just like to get to know you. We're soulmates, whether you like it or not.

"Look, I'm Ashok Kumar. I'm a foreigner, which you probably guessed by my accent, and I'm stationed at a base nearby. Again, I don't expect anything. But, if you'd like to talk or meet up, here's my card."

Before he could lose his confidence, he shoved a card he kept at all times which had his personal phone number on it at the other man. He made sure it got into the man's hands before he left, not wanting to hear something rude.

He could tell the other man, who he hadn't gotten the name of, wasn't going to like him right off the bat. And that was fine, he had spent six years wooing Vikram before he caved into fate, he could easily spend another six years wooing this other soulmate.

Ashok got into his car, relaxed from all of the nature he had seen. He turned on the car after putting on his seatbelt, driving away.

He could only hope that his other soulmate would reach out soon.

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I can only hope Butcher is not OOC here, but welp. I tried my best.

Especially when describing Butcher; I kept looking at the drawings of him you've done but I was blanking on how to translate what I was seeing into words.

Anyways, Kali is not having that much better luck than Stone, but at least he got to meet Butcher. Could've been worse.

Whether or not Butcher reaches out... Well, that's up to Butcher.

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anyways. red string soulmate au :) wink wink nudge nudge :)

something something the damn fucking imagery of stone staring at the string as it leads into the ocean, horrified at the implications of where it leads.

or maybe in a different timeline, he's with kali there, one of his soulmates he had already found, and both of them come to the conclusion that their 3rd halves are across the pond and them unanimously deciding that *yes* theyre *getting* over the fucking oversized puddle no matter what. they already have each other, yes, but they cant leave their soulmates hanging either.

idk i am a huge sucker for the red string au, but i think ive made it clear with how much my brain rots over it.

take this either as a request or just a general idea. idk, its been a while since ive sent in fic reqs (like. over 2 years at LEAST lmao)

Red String AU, Red String AU!

Chose to have Kali and Stone also be soulmates in this AU, because it's fun like that.

This is just the start, so they might not even meet Sylvester and Butcher (I'm assuming we're adding Butcher into this AU).

A little lore tidbit because it's only kinda explained near the end: Red strings are invisible, but people can feel them around their wrists and can feel the distance between soulmates.

Wordcount: 1,281 words

Vikram stood on his porch, his hands resting on the railing as he looked up at the stars. The stars looked so beautiful and so far away, and he wanted to know what knowledge lay in the stars, how many aeons they had seen over the course of their life, knowing that most of the stars he saw in the night sky were either planets or stars that were so many lightyears away that they were already dead.

"Have I ever told you how breathtaking you look when you gaze up at the stars, baby?" Vikram's boyfriend, Ashok, whispered into his ear as he wrapped his arms around Vikram's burly waist. Ashok leaned down slightly, hunching his shoulders so he could comfortably rest his chin on Vikram's shoulder.

"You have indeed, but you can say it again," Vikram replied, his lips twitching until they eventually pulled into a small smile.

A rumble expressing his satisfaction spread throughout Vikram's chest, melting against Ashok as his soulmate held him. As he kept his hands on the railing of the porch, he could feel the red string on his left hand that connected him to Ashok, and he could feel the other red string on his right hand which spanned across the ocean, his other soulmate being so far away.

Both Ashok and Vikram had two soulmates, one of whom was obviously each other, and both of their other soulmates' red strings went across the ocean. They wanted so desperately to go and find their soulmates, but the only times they were across the ocean were when they were on deployments and had no time to go find their soulmates because they were on duty. They tried to find time to go when they were both not on deployments, but deployments came suddenly sometimes and as soon as they started thinking about booking flights to try and find their soulmates, they'd get deployed.

Like how last week, Vikram and Ashok were talking about trying to find their soulmates and then they both got orders that they were going on deployment this week. It was like the universe knew it wasn't their time to find their other soulmates.

Ashok brought Vikram back to the present, pressing a gentle kiss to the taller man's neck. "What are you thinking about, my sun?" he asked, gently rubbed circles on Vikram's waist. "You've been so silent ever since you got your orders."

"I'm usually silent," Vikram grumbled, turning his head to the side to nuzzle his cheek against Ashok's. He sighed at the touch, his soul feeling less empty than it would be if he hadn't found Ashok, but his soul still wasn't complete. "Thinking about how our plans to find our other soulmates keep getting delayed. It's so frustrating."

"I know, baby. I feel the same way, but it's the way it is right now. That's not a comforting thought, I know. But you believe in fate, so believe that fate is waiting until the right moment to bring our soulmates to us."

Vikram took in those words, not really liking them but he knew Ashok was just doing his best. He rested his hands on Ashok's hands that were still on his waist, intertwining their fingers. "When did you get so wise?" he murmured, leaning down slightly to kiss Ashok's lips.

Their kiss was short, but sweet, the two of them letting the kiss calm their frustrations down. When they pulled apart, they rested their foreheads together despite the uncomfortableness in the position they had twisted themself in.

"I'm not wise, as people love to tell me," Ashok said, chuckling. He squeezed Vikram's hands in his, loving the way his boyfriend's larger hands engulfed his. "But I know you well enough to calm you down, even if it had taken twelve years just to break down your walls and learn all of your quirks. I wouldn't change a single second for the world, though, my sun. And I know I'll feel the same way once we meet our soulmates, it's only a matter of time."

Their conversation died down after that, the two enjoying looking up at the stars. After a while, Ashok pulled back and tugged Vikram inside, murmuring about how they should go to sleep.

Vikram looked back up at the starry night sky before he went inside, as if he could use the stars to decipher the coordinates to where his other soulmate was.

He hoped Ashok was right, that they'd meet their other soulmates soon. He didn't know how long he could wait.

Besides, he'd be on deployment soon, which would keep his mind off the search for his other soulmate.

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Vikram sighed as he drove into base, having been on deployment for a week already and he was missing Ashok big time. As he drove to a parking spot and parked his car, he hoped his soulmate was having a better time at his own deployment.

He knew he shouldn't complain, he was fortunate to be placed as the Corpsman of a really friendly squad who didn't care that Vikram refused to tell them any truly personal information, not even his actual name.

Most squads hated how cagey he was, hated the way he relied on his stoicism to protect himself from allowing himself to get attached to any of them. But this squad only cared if he was a good Corpsman, which he was.

He had gotten lucky at that, and he had also gotten lucky at Ashok being deployed nearby.

Ashok was at another base, but at least they were placed in the same housing base, able to see each other regularly if they weren't away on missions. It made long, stressful days better when he could go over to the house the military had set up for Ashok and to be in the presence of his soulmate.

The thought of his soulmate made him look down at his wrists, feeling the invisible red strings that connected him to his soulmates. The right red string felt shorter, since he had gone overseas for the deployment, but still farther than where Ashok was.

His other soulmate was in the city, but he couldn't tell where. And he had no time to go searching still. But at least he was closer than he had ever been.

He unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the car, locking it once he was out. He made his way to the main building, needing to sign in before he could go to the training center to find his squamates.

Vikram merely grunted in response when the receptionist greeted him, simply picking up the pen to sign in. He was about to leave when the receptionist called out for him.

"Stone!" she called out, using his callsign since that's what most people only knew him by. When he turned back around to face her, she continued, "Captain Karev told me that when I saw you, I should tell you that the entire squad is being debriefed soon. They're in Conference Room 220."

Vikram nodded to signify that he heard her, turning slightly to go down the long hallways until he reached where the conference room. Thankfully, they hadn't started until he got there, so he sat down and waited for the captain to tell everyone what their new mission was.

He tried to listen, he really did, but all of a sudden, the red string on his right wrist gave a little tug. He would've sat up straight if he wasn't already doing so, his excitement giving way and flooding his brain.

A tug meant his other soulmate was here. On base.

Finally, they'd meet.

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Hehe, and I'm going to end it there. Just Stone's luck that he'd feel Sylvester in the same base just as he was about to go on a mission.

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physically unable to stop thinking about teeneger!sylvester pulling this sorta shit on his dads

that is just the sorta energy he brings to the table i guess. because pre-coming-out!teen!sylvester is cackling evily in the back of my head rn

I saw this and was like "Didn't you send this to me before?" And you did, I just didn't respond to that one because Idk. I just never felt like answering it. 💀

Anyways, Stone would 100% react like this to Teen!Sylvester coming out like that. His mind would immediately go to Sylvester being pregnant.

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"butchers muscular back"

butcher, who, when off the job only wears the baggiest goddamn tshirts, outta comfort, or just hella loose tanktops because he cant be fucked to bother with sizes: what.

me: uh.... teehee.. *puts him in a bodysuit shirt for. whatever reasons*

god his back is so pretty too ngl... hes pretty in general <3 and in anything <3 (case and point, i drew him in a cocktail dress and thigh-high boots earlier today and. hes slaying it. so hard)

i need to learn how to draw people's backs. especially with muscles :(

ough.. thinking of him stretching and the amount of joints that pop are *insane*. probably does one of those old man groans that are just like "aughhhhhhhhhhhhh fUck" cuz. look at him. hes an old man (well, not really, but shh)

Stone is saying he can give Butcher back massages. He might not be a professional, but at least it’s free.

No, he definitely doesn’t want to feel Butcher’s muscles. (Lie.)

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HI GOOD MORNING !!! happy holidays :33 heres the best boys <3 as a little gift for u cuz ily >;3

I was spending time with my dad today, but I’m pretty sure it’s now morning for you so good morning and HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!!!

The best boys!!!!! They look amazing!!!!! I love this so much, thank you.

Kali’s floral shirt!!! The red string connecting them!!!! Stone’s belly!!!!! Their smiles!!!!!

I’m mostly focused on Stone’s big self though, because I do love me a big man. But also Kali’s smile.

Ugh, they’re cuties!!!!

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honestly im just flattetred you love the drawing THAT much aarhgadghgbh

also taking this as a sign that welp. guess thats a canon design for him, so i can finally get smth to reference instead of floundering about lol

Yes, take it as a sign that's a canon design for him. Because I'm obsessed with it.

Giggling and kicking my feet at the thought of seeing more of that design of Stone.

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pardon the shitty image stitching, but i just remembered scientist!sylvester (who had the 1 cat leg) and i had the thought of "hey. what if he could shift, but when he did, it reversed?" and now i have this on my screen

Cursed image.

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gonna keep working on my slowly increasing amount of drafts later (aka theres now more. and. ow. why did i make more. this time its elias, dominic and jasper themed)

but. those 3 disasters aside, im back to thinking about any and all soulmate aus i can get my grubby little claws on. more specifically, amything king!stone related because. hello. heyyyyy.... twirling my hair <3

i love the idea of historian!sylvester, after getting the bodyswap with kali, kali basically resigning himself to being a seeing eye dog. is that accurate? no. but theres a reason sylvester doesnt go out into the city that much (its people. he cant predict masses of people walking as quickly as he could in the castle. too much noise and scents that it all blurs)

sigh. kali and sylvester in general,,, my babies <3 step aside stoneXsylvester, theres an even cuter ship in town /lh

Stone: But.... Sylvester...

Kali, pushing Stone aside: I'll love him, don't you worry.

Knight!Kali will in fact be Historian!Sylvester's seeing eye dog and he will do it without complaint. He just wants his soulmate to not have to worry about bumping into things and people.

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anyways, throwing a request back your way and: ehehe;; red string au part 3, maychance?

the fact that you (if i understand correctly) are doing every other chapter for a different soulmate pair is driving me insane /pos;;; love love love the multiple povs!!! they all deserve so much love !!

imagining kali maybe telling stone all about this random fucking guy who happened to be his soulmate, (butcher) and stone being appalled at how easily he not only gave out his full name *and* phone number;;; sure, theyre soulmates, but what;; the fuck;; stranger danger much????

or stone being antsy and unfocused and too distracted thinking about his soulmate to be any good for the mission, his mind drifting constantly, just imagining what the mystery man could be like;;

Not it taking me roughly an entire month to finish writing this. 💀

At least Stone can finally meet Sylvester now. He can stop pouting in my head.

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"You did what? Tell me you're joking," Vikram said to the soulmate he had met years ago, giving his boyfriend a look of disapproval before going back to making dinner.

At least Ashok had the decency to look bashful about what he had done. He gave Vikram a sheepish smile, trying to curb his soulmate's disappointment in him.

"Baby, it's not that bad," he said, trying to convince Vikram. He walked forward to put his hand on Vikram's shoulder, but the taller man shrugged it off.

"Okay, yes. I gave my other soulmate my full name and personal phone number, but I doubt he'll do anything bad with the information. There's a reason he's my soulmate, remember?"

Vikram crossed his arms before remembering he was cooking. "You and fate… It's going to bite you in the ass one day," he replied, chopping the vegetables. "You're too trusting when it comes to soulmates. What if he's a serial killer who hates soldiers?"

"Who would kill soldiers?"

"The anti-military crowd."

"Okay, well serial killers are very rare nowadays. Serial killers only happen in the cop shows most of the time. This is just your paranoia talking, as usual."

Vikram growled at his boyfriend, angrily putting the chopped vegetables into the gravy. He really didn't like when Ashok dismissed his paranoia, which wasn't all that common actually.

Ashok was the only one who didn't dismiss his paranoia. Which meant this man—he was still disappointed Ashok hadn't even gotten the man's name—was already liked by Ashok despite having just barely met him.

There was a rising feeling in his chest that told him Ashok was going to leave him for this mystery man. He had never felt this before since he knew he and Ashok were soulmates, but he couldn't help himself from thinking that this new man would be better than him.

There were so many reasons why it was a miracle Ashok even dated him in the first place, even with the fact that they were soulmates. He was too paranoid and he had to learn so many things, like how to show emotions or to let himself have hobbies. When they had met, Vikram was just a mindless soldier, just as his father taught him.

And that was another thing that people didn't like about him: he didn't have a family. Everyone had abandoned him, since he was not good enough for someone to stay.

He was not good enough for someone to stay. Everyone left him eventually. He was born to be tossed aside.

Why did he think Ashok was different? It was only a matter of time before Ashok would—

"Hey, hey." Ashok's soothing voice came in Vikram's ear, the shorter man's arms wrapping around his waist. He pulled Vikram's back flush against his chest, soothing him with the contact.

"I can tell you're spiraling, baby. That you're thinking I'll leave you now that I've met my other soulmate. It's okay, I understand why you spiraled into that line of thinking. But I won't leave you. You're too important to me, no matter how paranoid you are."

Vikram melted into Ashok's arms, his eyes pricking with tears. He turned his head to bury it in his boyfriend's shoulder. "I don't deserve you," he said, his voice sounding like a croak due to his crying.

Ashok reached up to cradle his boyfriend's head, turning his own head slightly to kiss the top of Vikram's head. "None of that, baby. We're soulmates, which means the universe thinks we deserve each other." His thumb caressed the back of the head on his shoulder. "You believe in the Christian God, baby, so think about it. Do you really think He would give us soulmates if we didn't deserve each other?"

It took Vikram a few beats for him to shake his head, believing that God wouldn't do such a thing. Unlike other Catholics, he believed in a God who was kind and loving. It was all he had been taught when he got into Catholicism when he was on the streets.

"We deserve each other," he murmured in reply, saying it so he can believe it. He didn't have faith in a lot of things, so having faith in soulmates was certainly a leap. But it was one he was going to have to make.

He grumbled, sniffling and pulling his head away from Ashok's shoulder. "I guess if you and that man are soulmates, it won't backfire on us that he knows your full name and your personal phone number." He moved to go back to cooking. "I still think that was a move I wouldn't have done, though."

"Well, if your soulmate is still working at the base you're stationed at, you'll be meeting him soon," Ashok said, chuckling at the way Vikram would be meeting his second soulmate the same way he met Ashok: on base. He moved away from Vikram, letting him cook without anything restricting his movements. "What are you going to do when you meet him?"

"The first thing I'm going to do is ask him his name."

"You're so funny, you big oaf."

Vikram's lips twitched as a sense of giddiness washed over him, his first instinct being to hide the smile that wanted to pull at his lips. However, he remembered he was safe here with Ashok and he let the smile show on his face.

The result of his vulnerability was satisfying, seeing Ashok grin at him at the sight of his smile. The small moment between them made him relax, made him feel warm and fuzzy on the inside.

"You're making me soft, my moon."

"You deserve all the love in the world, my sun."

Vikram finished cooking finally and plated the food for him and Ashok. He was just about to sit down at the table with his boyfriend when his beeper beeped with a message.

He cursed, ignoring Ashok's raised eyebrow at the beeper beeping because Vikram didn't hand out the number of the beeper to just anyone. He took out the beeper and decoded the message on it.

"I'm sorry, Ashok," he said, getting up. He pocketed the beeper, internally cursing whoever decided to interrupt his dinner. "I have to go, the base hospital is flooded with patients and they need me to come in."

"Go," Ashok replied, understanding why Vikram had to go. He got up to give his boyfriend a sweet, but quick kiss. "We can have dinner together another time, if we don't get sent out on missions any time soon. I love you."

Vikram had no time to say it back, but he gave Ashok an air kiss, which he only did when he couldn't say the words back. He quickly grabbed his car keys, rushing out of the house while putting on his shoes.

It was a shame he'd be missing dinner with his boyfriend, but that was the life they both chose.

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Vikram's head was pounding, having had only a few hours of sleep for the past four days. Just as he had finished up at the base hospital, he had been sent out on a mission with his squad, unable to have enough free time to rest for more than a few hours.

He was currently back in the base hospital, it being full of patients still. Thankfully, there were no critical patients, just patients who were still healing from their injuries.

However, this meant he had to do the paperwork that had been piling up over the four days. He didn't remember what it was like outside the four walls of his office.

Vikram was working on inputting the paperwork he had done by hand into the computer, the military insisting on digitizing patients' medical files despite him asking if he could do the patients' medical files when taking them on as his patient by hand. It was tedious and everyone told him it would just be easier to only use the computers and tablets used in the base hospital, but he didn't trust those devices to not crash when he needed access to patients' files.

Just as he was grumbling to himself for having to do this, he felt a tug from the invisible string that was wrapped around his right wrist. He perked up, knowing his second soulmate was close.

"Let me introduce you to the Chief Hospital Corpsman who runs this base hospital since he's the senior ranking medical officer," General Cunningham said to the mystery soulmate, Vikram hearing it through the office door. He laughed as he continued, "He is likely to accidentally kick you out without questioning who you are if he sees you around, so it's best if you get introduced to him so that doesn't happen."

Vikram stood up when he heard the footsteps draw closer and he decided to meet them outside, leaving the office. He almost ran head-first into General Cunningham, but the shorter man had thankfully stopped short instead of walking into Vikram.

General Cunningham didn't seem bothered by almost walking into the taller man, instead he smiled. "Ah, you came out of that office on your own! Good, now I can introduce you to the man who is going to make sure all of the tech in the base hospital is updated," he explained, gesturing to the man beside him.

The man was shorter than General Cunningham and was so skinny, Vikram was worried the wind outside would snap him in two if he stepped out there. His long oval face was handsome, his light blue eyes had slits as pupils like how cats have and they were framed by rectangular glasses. He had graying brown hair that was put up in a ponytail, hair that Vikram wanted to run his fingers through and feel how soft it was.

"You're even more breathtaking than the stars."

The man who had extended his hand out for Vikram to shake raised an eyebrow. "What?" he asked, confusion laced in his voice.

Vikram didn't respond, simply staring at the man with a blank face. He didn't know how to explain what he just said, what he was supposed to only say in his head.

"Okay. I'm Sylvester," the man—Sylvester—said after realizing Vikram wouldn't repeat what he had said.

Vikram grunted in reply, not bothering to shake Sylvester's hand. "They call me Stone." His voice was cold, remembering that he couldn't let his guard down just yet, even when it came to his second soulmate.

Sylvester dropped his hand, probably thinking how weird Vikram was.

Vikram wouldn't have blamed him for doing so, everyone thought he was weird at one point or the other. It was a crucial part of meeting him.

General Cunningham looked back and forth between the two men before he said, "Stone, Sylvester's first order of business is to upgrade the computer in your office. I trust you'll allow him to do his job?"

Even if Vikram had wanted to say no, and he did want to say no, he had no choice. The general had only asked to make sure he would be cooperating.

He did have a history of not cooperating with people. At least he stopped biting people.

"He can do his job," Vikram answered, turning towards his office. He stopped Sylvester before he could follow him inside and he turned to the general. "But I'll have to make sure there's no medical information out where he can see, paper or digital. HIPAA laws and all."

"Of course. Do whatever you need to do, just allow him to do his job afterwards," General Cunningham replied.

Vikram didn't say anything else, going inside his office and making sure all of the physical medical files were in the file cabinet he kept in his office. He also exited out of whatever software he was using to digitize the medical files before letting Sylvester come inside.

He watched the shorter man sit at his desk, secretly amused at the sight of the chair making Sylvester seem smaller since it had been made specifically for Vikram's taller stature. He stayed silent as he watched Sylvester do whatever he had to in order to update the computer.

"You keep the computer updated on your own usually?" Sylvester asked after a while, seeing that the computer had been updated to the last update before this new one.

Vikram nodded before answering verbally, "It's expected of us. The military prides itself on being more technologically advanced than the civilians. And the soldiers are expected to stay on top of all of the advancements in technology."

"General Cunningham told me you're known for hating technology."

"Can you repair the printer after this?"

Sylvester seemed amused at the abrupt change in conversation and he nodded. "The printer's not working?"

"Yeah and I hadn't had time before this to ask you if you could fix it. So, I had to try and fix it myself." Vikram then waited a few beats before admitting, "I kicked it a few times in frustration when it wasn't working despite how hard I was trying."

Sylvester was about to respond when another corpsman burst into the office, which caused Vikram to glare at them.

"Chief Hospital Corpsman, I'm sorry to interrupt—" the corpsman said, before he got cut off.

"Don't waste time with apologies, spit it out," Vikram said with growl, his eyes narrowed at the corpsman.

The corpsman gulped at the taller man's tone and replied, "Two squads got injured and we need your help. There are two soldiers who are in dire conditions."

Vikram muttered something in Hindi before dismissing the corpsman. He turned to Sylvester, eyeing him warily.

"I have to go and help, but just know I have access to the camera in here. I will know if you move from the desk, so don't move. Being my other soulmate won't mean shit to me if you tamper with anything."

With those words, he left Sylvester in the office, uncaring how his words might've offended his soulmate.

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Oof this was longer than I thought it would be. It got so much longer than expected.

Sylvester might be OOC here, dialogue is hard to write today.

Anyways, I hope you like this!