#this website would go batshit insane for Beauty

[artbyblastweave]

If I had a nickel for every time Astro City had a superhero who was the embodiment of an unattainable gendered archetype as understood by, and summoned into being by, a small child, I'd have two nickels. Which is a reasonable number of times for that to have happened, the two characters are doing fairly different things

[ohheyitsokay]

hey so i just remembered another insane soulmate au that isn’t as niche as the soulmate goose of enforcement but has the same potential for chaos 😂 so you and your soulmate have the same hair color, and when one of you dyes it then it turns the other’s hair that color too. i can’t get the thought of javi showing up to the embassy one day with neon pink hair and the desire to fight anyone that dares point it out 😂💀 do with this batshit idea what you will, hon

jj is here for the chaos and apparently so am I

wordcount: heck if I know this is more of a drabble sorryyy

warnings: strong language

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Javier Peña called in late and wouldnt explain why. He knew his voice was panicked, intense, borderline unhinged, and he hoped to god they wouldnt send anyone to check up on him.

The time he normally wouldve used to get ready for work was wasted staring at himself in the mirror. Because Agent Peña, a detective of the DEA and notorious cassanova, woke up with hair pinker than a fruity drink of a girl with a fake ID at the bar.

He had been panicked, completely short-circuiting, and angry, wondering if it was some sort of stupid prank. His hands twitched for his gun or something to throw, before he remembered, and the anger drained out of his body faster than air from a tire.

His soulmate had done this. Warmth filled him, flamingo hair to toe. Did this mean... you were looking for him? Thinking of him? Would he find you soon?

Actually, he wasn't sure how he felt about that. It unsettled him in a different way, and he shook himself, trying not to think too hard about it. Instead, he turned his attention back to the mirror and... honestly, he was kind of feeling himself. He always did, to some degree, a thick layer of pride to disguise anything untouched and unpleasant underneath, but this was new. It wasnt his normal style, didnt match any of the clothes he'd had for all those years, but... he kind of thought he looked good. Younger almost, more confident.

The rest of his unexpected morning off was spent pacing in and out of his bathroom. It was cool, he was cool. Nope this was ridiculous, he was a joke and so were you. Oh, you, his soulmate, walking around somewhere with pink hair. Bah. Pink hair.

By the time it came for him to go into work, he hadn't settled even a little bit, and it was wonderful and terrible, but he was out of options. He walked into the embassy, didn't pause and let the eyes follow him, trying to wear his confidence like a shield.

Let them judge. Let them be jealous. Let them swoon. Let them - no actually, he wanted them to leave him the fuck alone.

His glare was well practiced, if normally saved for drug-dealing lowlifes or scummy politicians. He was rewarded with swallowed smirks and ducked heads, and he knew it was far from over, but for now, he could live with that. He could live with this, especially if you were out there, looking for him.

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The neon pink had faded into a dappled cotton candy, and his normal brown should logically be poking out the roots, but the whole phenomenon really defied logic. For the most part the jokes were played out, with his tormentors either skipping out of reach, cackling, or withering under his glare, their eyes well aware of the clench in his hands.

Anyone who dared ask why he didnt just dye it back himself, learned quickly not to. And eventually, it became old news, other than the occasional comment that his soulmate must really be something.

And you must be, because Javier hadnt found you yet, an additional annoyance to the whole situation. It's not that he was looking he just... well he wasnt excited to find you that would be stupid, he was just...

Murphy wouldn't stop teasing him for the time he'd caught him trying to enhance a flash of pink in the background of a surveillance photo. He was the only one who could get away with it, the only one who was sort of right, about Javi already being chest deep in his adoration for a person he'd never met.

It was stupid, how much he wanted you, how excited he was at the prospect of finding you. He never thought he needed a soulmate, but now that he had definite proof he had one somewhere, he wanted you now. And he had no way to make that happen, except to wait.

He thought he saw you once, the most breathtaking flash of face from across a crowded street. It made him freeze, the warmth in his gut, but then he cursed himself, shoving people out of the way in hot pursuit of you. Surely the pink of you would be easy to find, surely the pink of him would draw you to him? He was frantic, but you were gone. And the image of you burned itself into both his nightmares and his dreams.

Looking back on the memory, he wondered if you were wearing a wig or a hat or something. But why would you do that? Didn't you do it because you wanted him to find you? And a fear settled into his heart. Maybe... you did it without knowing about it. Maybe you were just being independent... maybe you didnt want him, as he wanted you.

It was unthinkable. Javier laid awake at night, sometimes, wondering if he would be weak for begging the universe for something, anything. His Intel hookups stuttered to a stop.

Long nights were wasted pouring over unhelpful soulmate websites.

And then, as he stared at a box of cheap brown hair dye in the store, you walked into his life.

"What are you thinking?" It was a curious question, honest, as if you werent sure about him yet. Something a friendly person would ask a stranger, asking if they were contemplating pushing their soulmate away. Something someone kind would care about.

He looked at you, and dropped the box.

That same face, the one that he'd dreamed of losing, of kissing, of finding was right in front of him, half smiling like you were nervous. There was nothing he could do or say. Javier was waiting any longer. His hand slid over that beautiful, honey-pink hair of yours and pulled your mouth into his.

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[artbyblastweave]

This website would go batshit insane for the character of Beauty from Astro City