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bukojuiice · 3 years

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— genshin boys as your late night study buddy

ೃ ft. childe, diluc, kaeya, zhongli, xiao and albedo x gn! reader

ೃ 200-299 words per character! (they are your bfs in this! bc MAN do i desperately want one of the genshin boys to cram school works with and shower me with luv and affection.) ♡

ೃ tags: college au, modern au, and lots of fluff.

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ZHONGLI:

– Zhongli would be a very chill study partner. He will always keep his cool and focus, never letting his attention stray away from less trivial things. If he can focus, he’ll focus. There’s always this sense of comfort surrounding him that brightens up your mood and productivity. The both of you are sat in this long table, papers, books, and cute matching pencils are sprawled about. You lean your head on his shoulder, as he serenades you with his deep and butter voice, explaining all the formulas to you. Being able to study in peace and quiet with him is always a blissful experience. He never fails to brew you green tea (as it helps the brain function) even if that meant going down to the kitchen at 2 in the morning. He always brings a small humidifier and some essential oils with him that can help brighten up the study mood and that emits a wafting vanilla pinecone scent to keep you happy. (He’s just fancy like that.) When he doesn’t understand the concepts right away, he’d turn to you, his sharp amber eyes gazing at yours with nothing but innocent and love, and asks: “(Y/N)... what reference is this supposed to be? pepe the frog? kermit the frog? here come dat boi? aren’t they all just amphibians? what are the differences between them? I am very intrigued.”

CHILDE:

– Childe loves a challenge. An academic challenge. He loves the thrill of finishing school works the night before the deadline, he loves studying for a pop quiz twenty minutes before the bell rings, and most importantly, he loves to pretend he doesn’t know how to solve point a to point b if that means getting to spend time with you as you tutor him on how to do so. He’s at the top of the class, He’s popular and friendly, He’s the captain of the Archery Team, and one of the vice council members of the Fatui Club. But, no other title will ever come close to being your study buddy. You and Childe always chill on the bed whenever you study. Especially when the both of you have the sudden urge to just laze around. Well, it is the wee hours of the night, so just lounging around and trying to resist the urge of sleep is pretty understandable. Sometimes, the two of you would take power naps in between study sessions. This meant cuddle times! Childe will always cuddle with you, (he’s the big spoon and you are the smol spoon) and often times you would be immersed into your textbook while he’s scrolling through his phone and looking for some of the current and popular memes. He’d poke you on the cheek and show you what he’s found. It was quite annoying sometimes and you would reprimand him for it, but it never fails to make you laugh. You jokingly suggested one time that the two of you sneak in the library after closing hours, and your chaotic boyfriend turns to you with the biggest smirk plastered on his face. “Let’s do it baby. I know the law.”

DILUC:

–You and Diluc are the cutest pair of night owls. So, studying late at night is never a problem with him because with the help of each other, the both of you are unstoppable. An actual power couple. Batman and his love interest who? I only know (Y/N) and Diluc. Mondstadt University should be giving you the title of #NoSleepGang for the “Campus Cuties” awards because the two of you are able to ace every test still despite lack of sleep. You and Diluc are very very organized. The both of you own matching couple planners (that the both of you had gifted to each for Christmas) and have your entire study schedule planned out already. Since the two of you prefer to study at night, your dates are usually done during the day. Which meant never having to worry about the upcoming finals whilst you’re at a cute little café with him. The both of you have respective desks whenever you study together, but you never fail to gaze at your crimson-haired boyfriend with the cutest pout and biggest puppy eyes. He always gives in and next thing you know, your swivel chairs are practically glued next to each other and the both of you are cuddling in your seats. One thing that Diluc never fails to do is pamper you with comfort food or little gifts that you love after a long and tiring week of hell (aka exams) It’s such a sweet gesture and the blissful relationship that you have can’t get any better than this.

“I got you some boba and that necklace from Pandora that you’ve always wanted. I-I’m so proud of you (Y/N). You did great, my love.”

KAEYA:

- You are the Lawful Good to Kaeya’s Chaotic Evil. Kaeya is always tempted to ask for answers from your professors. He’s quite the teacher’s pet, but with good intentions. That’s just how he rolls. Every time he jokes about going to the faculty to help out and the answer sheets are just out in the open, waiting to be snatched, you always glare at at him and punch him softly on the arm, every time he tries to bring up the idea. To which he would always reply with, “I’m kidding. Just kidding my love.” You and Kaeya have amazing study hacks. He is always able to find a movie that is somewhat related to the topics that the both of you are currently studying about. For example, when the topic was an introduction to different branches of science, Kaeya chose Big Hero 6 as the “Educational Movie Of the Day.” He is always able to find something fun and informative for the both of you to watch. Well, Kaeya does find fun and interest in everything. Another effective strategy that both of you do is every time you or him get an answer right, you reward each other with either a kiss on the cheek or a bear hug. Both of these affectionate gestures give you butterflies in your stomach anyway, so it doesn’t matter which is which. With the ideas that Kaeya constantly makes up every single day of your study sessions, there’s a high chance that you’ll never fluke a test ever again.

“Oh. That’s pretty cool of you (Y/N). You got 30 correct answers! If we count everything, so I basically gave you 15 forehead kisses and 15 bear hugs. Congrats! I know we’re going to ace our finals!”

XIAO:

– Xiao is extremely intelligent and talented in a myriad of things. However, he lacks self-confidence. You’ve sworn to your boyfriend that you’d help him gain confidence in his academic abilities. Which is why you became study buddies in the first place. It served as dates with him too! Although he stubbornly refused at first, his reasons being that he can do things by himself and he doesn’t need any help. You continued to encourage him that this was going to help the both of you and it was a way for the two of you to bond, and Xiao hesistantly agreed right after. As the captain of the soccer team, “The Liyue Adepti”, The only free time that Xiao has was during the evening which is the reason for your scheduled late night studies with him. This brought so much more intimate and sweet moments with him though! It meant sleepovers with him, midnight snack runs, and casual early morning strolls in the park. It became sort of a routine. Your hand interlaced with his, the crisp morning air, the little chirpings birds, and the tranquil swaying of the trees brought so much comfort to the both of you. Xiao would be the type of student to not speak up unless he’s called. Even if he knows the answer. The both of you sit on some floor pillows whenever you would study. So, whilst you read aloud, Xiao always hugs you from behind, resting his head on your shoulder.

“I don’t deserve the patience and love you give me, (Y/N). I am eternally grateful for everything you’ve done for me. I hope you know, that I’ll always be here for you.”

ALBEDO:

- Being the university’s library assistant has it’s perks. Access to infinite knowledge, quiet solitude within the library walls, and being able to hang out with your boyfriend. It was truly a perfect deal. After classes, Albedo would be heading straight over to the library to do his work. You’d meet him there and wait until he gets his work done, and then the two of you head home together or have dinner. Albedo likes to plan things in advance. He’s quite busy, being a part of university’s alchemist group and as a library assistant, but, he will always study with you. He even brings Klee with him at times too! She’s always an energetic and cute addition, + she tattles on and on about how in love Albedo is with you and how he would never shut up about you at home. Albedo puts a lot of effort into creating review materials for the both of you. He makes very intricate drawings of modules, dioramas of certain science models, and has all the formulas memorized for him to list down. He’s a genius after all, and although you’ve constantly told him time and time again that he doesn’t have to make a review paper specifically catered to you, he still insists. He always gifts you one whenever it’s exam week (he adds extra detail to them during your finals) The cutest thing about these papers are scribbled about in all of the pages. The cutest doodles of the two of you with hearts and flowers drawn all over. Albedo + (Y/N) is even written in the last page, along with a heartfelt message:

“I put all my faith and belief in you, (Y/N). I know you can do this. I’m proud of everything you’ve reached so far, my beloved. and I know you’ll reach greater heights. Let’s continue to excel and thrive together. I can’t wait to spend the rest of this journey with you.”

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bendywackyadventures · 5 years

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SOL AU Fain and Lawrence Chap.1

Hey got another Bendy SOL AU story! With Dark Revival coming soon I figured now would be a time to work on some SOL AU lore. I got Joey and Henry’s story, but what about characters like Sammy Lawrence, Susie Campbell, Allison Pendle, etc. I have so many ideas for SOL AU that I need to share and to start I would like to write about the musician Sammy Lawrence and Jack Fain! Once I get done with their story I’ll move on to other characters. Not saying who since I don’t even know, but you’ll see!

Yes before everyone is surprised, Sammy and Jack are cousins. I know its not confirmed but I’ve seen AU’s and content of these two being close I had to make them relate somehow! Its my AU let me have fun!!

Before being the strict famous song writer for Joey Drew Studios Sammy Lawrence was a quiet and sweet kid. He wasn’t the kind of kid who would play with other kids; he would be the kid who would be cooped up in his room reading books as music played through the room.

Though music was only when he was never home. That’s because the man of the house, Sammy Lawrence’s father James Lawrence was a strict man. He didn’t agree with many of the relations of people in their little quiet town. James was a serious businessman who worked for a new company that just opened up. He never had time for his son or his wife and when he would have the time it was to teach his son horrible things.

This caused his mother, Rose Lawrence a stay at home mom didn’t like the treatment her son was getting from her husband. There were days Sammy would hide in his room as his he heard his mom and dad yell at one another downstairs. Tonight was one of those nights!

“James, he’s 8-years old! He doesn’t need to be learning that crap!” Rose yelled. Sammy turned to his door listening to his mother and father arguments again.

“Rose he is old enough to know this stuff!” James yelled back. Sammy blinked as he stared at the door some more. He didn’t want to come out of his room and yell them to stop. He never did! He thought the worse could happen if he were to barge in to his parent’s arguments.

The screaming continued for about 10 more minutes before Sammy heard a loud door slam shut making him flinch. Sammy’s body froze as he heard footsteps come upstairs to his room. The door slowly opened and to Sammy’s relief it was his mother; tired and was ready to cry.

Sammy never saw his mother cry before. Usually after an argument she would get frustrated and head to the bedroom to sleep it off. This argument was different, that’s what Sammy sensed. “Ma, are you okay?” Sammy asked. Rose didn’t respond just held her knees close to her chest. Sammy frowned at sat next to his mother and gave her a hug.

A few days later, Sammy’s father left on a trip leaving Sammy and his mother alone. It’s when Sammy woke up he saw two suitcases in the middle of the hallway as Rose put stuff in them. This confused the young boy as he walked into his parents’ room. Sammy peaked and saw his mom opening drawers and grabbing a few clothes she stopped giving a smile to her son.

“Morning Sammy. How did you sleep?” Rose asked.

Sammy nodded telling her he slept well. Rose sighed and put the clothes in the suitcase. “Ma, where are we going?” Sammy asked.

“On a trip. We’re going to visit your aunt.” Rose replied as she put the last of her things in a suitcase.

Sammy was confused. He didn’t know he had an aunt or any other relatives. He did have grandparents, but he remembers his father telling him they died when Sammy was a baby. “My aunt?” He asked.

Rose nodded. “Yes. Now go get changed and pick out some clothes that would be good for two weeks.” She insisted. Sammy stepped out of the way and nodded. He did what his mother told him and got changed in a red sweater vest and brown pants. Sammy grabbed some clothes that he thought was best for two weeks and put them in the empty suitcase.

Rose zipped up the final bad and looked up at her son with a smile. “Okay we’re ready to go.” She said. Sammy nodded and grabbed his bag as they went to the bus satiation and waited for their bus. Rose kept a glance on her son just not looking at his mom.

Rose smiled and decided to bring something up to her son. “You know.” She started getting Sammy’s attention. “Your aunt has a son around your age. Your cousin I should be saying.” She explained.

Sammy was surprised! He never knew he had a cousin and it was a boy around his age. “What’s his name?” Sammy asked.

“Jack.” She replied. Sammy nodded. By now the bus was ready to board people in and it was time for Sammy and his mom to get on the bus to see Jack and his aunt.

The bus ride was long and quiet. It was going to be a 2-hour drive till they get to the house. Rose tried to think of conversations to talk about with her son to not get bored, but Sammy wouldn’t respond or if he did it would be a small answer.

“So looking forward meeting Jack?” Rose asked.

Sammy shrugged. “Don’t know. I never met him.” He replied. Rose gave a fake smile she wished her son was social and kind. Even as a kid Sammy was kind of a stick in the mud kind of kid. If he were outside, he would just doodle on the ground with a stick not glancing at any kids passing by or even asking to play with them.

“I know you two are going to be friends.” Rose said.

Sammy narrowed his eyes at his mother. “How would you know?” He asked.

Rose giggled. She was finally get somewhere with her son. “Well your Aunt Lucy tells me so much about him.” She explained. “You two have the same interests and are the same age.” She explained.

“That’s specific.” Sammy replied.

“Well I want you two to meet before I explain more.” Rose responded. The two shared a laugh and were both happy to see the other cheered up after the low couple of days. Their conversations as well as a quick lunch made this bus trip quick and they made it to the town where Sammy’s Aunt Lucy and Jack were.

Once the two got off the bus Sammy saw a woman around his mom’s age standing there waving at them. She had long curly brown hair and hazel eyes like him and Rose. Sammy had to guess this was his aunt.

Rose took Sammy’s hand as they walked over to the woman. “Hi sis.” Rose said giving Lucy a hug.

Lucy giggled and hugged her sister back. “Rose. It’s been so long since I’ve seen you.” She replied.

Rose chuckled. “It has.” Rose stepped aside to introduce Sammy to his aunt. “Sammy. This is your aunt Lucy.” She introduced.

Lucy looked at her nephew and smiled before ruffling his hair. Sammy hated his hair being ruffled, but this was family he couldn’t snap or say anything horrible to them. He just had to get used to it. “He so cute! He looks just like the picture you sent me.” She commented.

Rose laughed before giving her sister a playful push. “That’s when Sammy was 4, Lou!” She laughed. Sammy blushed in embarrassment looking away from his ma and aunt. Sammy and his mom followed their aunt in a carriage as they ride off to the house.

Once they got to the house a tall man greeted them with brown hair wearing a bowler hat caring some vegetables to the house. “Dave!” Lucy yelled. Sammy turned to the man, Dave who he assumed to be his uncle. Dave smiled seeing his wife and helped her out of the carriage.

“Lucy!” Dave called out hugging his wife and giving her a kiss. Rose came out of the carriage next and Dave smiled seeing his sister-in-law again. “Rose! Long time no see.”

Rose giggled. “Hi David. It has.” She said with a smile. Sammy came out of the carriage next holding the suitcase close to him.

“So this is little Sammy Lawrence.” David chuckled. Rose giggled. “Yep.” She replied. David kneeled down and got a good look at his nephew. He gave a roaring laugh before hugging Sammy tight and ruffled his hair.

Sammy thought this was going to be a long trip if this is what his aunt and uncle would do to him on a daily basis. “Well Sammy. I’m your Uncle Dave. It’s a pleasure to meet you!” He held his hand out.

Sammy looked at it and took it. “Nice to meet you too.” He mumbled shaking his uncle’s hand.

“Well you two come on in, and Sammy.” Sammy looked up as his uncle said his name. “Jack’s been waiting too meet you.” Sammy sighed and walked inside. His aunt and uncle’s house was a bit different then his home.

For starters it was two story like his own, but very clean and organized. There was furniture that looked brand new then old furniture that looked like it belonged to the 1800’s. Sammy also smelled food that was cooking in the oven; it smelled very sweet and chocolate.

Sammy heard footsteps running downstairs and saw a young boy, which he knew had to be Jack. Jack, like his mother mentioned looked to be around his age with messy brown hair and hazel eyes. He wore a fancy blue dress shirt, pants and shoes like he was going to some fancy tea party. Sammy and Jack stared at each other and blinked at one another.

“Mom. Dad.” Jack spoke. “Is that?”

Lucy nodded. “Yep. Jack. Meet Sammy Lawrence your cousin.” Lucy introduced.

Sammy swallowed and held his hand out. “N-nice to meet you Jack.” Sammy said. Jack smiled and took Sammy’s hand shaking it very fast.

“I’ve always wanted to meet you Sammy! Mom and dad told me you were coming and got myself dressed up for the occasion!” Jack said really fast. Sammy tried to wrap his head around what Jack said since he spoke fast for his age. Jack quickly took Sammy’s hand and dragged him up to his room. The adults laughed seeing how excited Jack was.

“He looks excited!” Rose pointed out.

Lucy giggled. “He is! Since you mentioned you wanted the two boys to meet and were visiting today he got so excited he has everything set up for today.” She explained.

“It’s been a while since Jack had a friend.” Dave pointed out.

“Same with Sammy.” Rose added.

Jack opened the door to his room letting Sammy to go in first. “Welcome to my room Sammy!” Jack yelled. “You and I will be sharing a room here!” Sammy looked around the room and saw a spare bed next to Jack’s bed. He also saw Jack’s room looked like a toyshop with toys and stuffed animals all around the room. The only thing that stood out was a record player in the corner near the window.

Sammy was a bit jealous like most kids he liked toys and wished he had some stuffed animals, most notably a stuffed lamb he sees everyday at the toy store back home. However, his father didn’t want him to have any toys! He thought that toys are for girls and that “no son of his should have any toys!” Sammy was surprised his cousin had a bunch of toys.

“So what do you want to do today Sammy?” Jack asked. Sammy looked around the room, but nothing caught his eye. Since he never had toys before he didn’t know how each toy should be played. All Sammy did was shrug and sat down on his spare bed.

Jack frowned and walked over to Sammy sitting down next to him. Jack’s eyes looked around the room as he waited for Sammy to respond. However, his cousin was still silent. “So what do you like to do?” Jack asked again.

Sammy turned to his cousin and thought. “Uh not much.” He replied.

Jack thought for a second and left the room. Sammy was confused and waited for Jack. He hoped he didn’t bore his cousin to death. Jack came back with some records, which surprised Sammy. Jack took a record from its case and put it on his record player as it played some Billy Murray.

Sammy looked up and saw Jack’s record player working. He just thought it was for decoration. “You like music?” Sammy asked.

Jack nodded. “I love music!” He beamed.

“Me too.”

“Really?”

Sammy nodded. Jack smiled widely and went to the door to make sure their mom’s were around. When the cost was clear he motioned Sammy to follow him. Sammy followed his cousin as they went to a guest room. Jack went into one of the drawers and unlocked with a key he held on. They key clicked and the drawer opened, inside was a notebook.

“This is my song book. I’ve been writing poetry and song lyrics in this book for almost a year!” Jack explained.

Sammy gasped and smiled. “You write music too?” He asked. Jack nodded. Sammy dashed back to Jack’s room and went through his suitcase and found his notebook. “I write music, but more the melody and rhythm.” Sammy explained.

Jack smiled and got a great idea. “We should write music together! I’ll make the lyrics and you make the melodies!” Jack explained.

Sammy smiled. No one has ever asked him to make music with him before. “Sure!” He agreed on. Jack smiled and two head back to the formers room to get ready to start their music career.

From downstairs the parents heard their sons conversation smiling and laughing to one another. “I guess those two are getting along.” Rose pointed out as she and her sister clinked their mugs filled with coffee together.

“Yep.” Lucy laughed.

To Sammy and Jack this was a start of a wonderful friendship and soon to be work partners.

#SOL AU #Sammy Lawrence #Jack Fain #Slice of Life AU #Sammy's Parents #Jack's Parents

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spacelion-loveshermulletson · 5 years

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Luca hc’s / AU Part 5

The officers on the Atlas, as well as the Altean Princess, kept on coming and they kept asking Luca their questions. That didn't stop. But Keith kept his word about not pushing her whenever he'd come to visit. Their time together were mostly spent making small jabs at each other while playing with whatever Keith'd bring with him for her. Sometimes they'd talk about trivial things, stuff they liked doing before all this, and sometimes they'd read books or comics in silence, but still enjoying each other's company.

Once, Keith brought with him an item that played music. That day had been mostly spent listening to different kind of songs and Luca had enjoyed it imensely.

He would also bring her different kinds of food that held more flavors in them than the ones she'd gotten in the beginning, saying something about his friend refusing to make her only taste the bland store-bought meals when he could easily make something himself now that he'd gotten access to the kitchen. Luca didn't get why he would take the time to cook for a prisoner, but she wouldn't complain about it. Last week, Keith brought her something called ”pasta” and Luca had loved it. She couldn't rememebr the last time she'd eaten anything that good.

Keith had laughed, saying that he would tell Hunk that she liked it. That the Yellow Paladin would be happy and perhaps she could get more pasta meals.

Luca sure hoped that would be the case.

...

Luca appreciated Keith's effort in giving her things to do when being bored.

While she had never really been fond of drawing, she kept the sketchbook Keith gave to her and filling the pages mostly by just mixing together different colors.

It looked good enough, in her opinion.

Keith would draw. He'd draw sketches of different sceneries and animals, showing them to her. Luca felt absolutely freaked out over the long necks of the ”giraffes”. How do they balance themselves? Wouldn't a crick in the neck be such a pain? (Keith: ”That is... actually a really good question. *mumbles* Do giraffes even get cricks in their necks?)

Luca liked looking over his drawings. Keith'd always look sheepish and a bit unsure of himself when showing them, but Luca thought they looked amazing. She could see the care and effort being put in and while she hadn't seen it for herself, she believed that the sketches of the landscapes were realistic. On the other hand, when they played a game of finishing sketches of different objects the quickest, the works of both of them came out really messy. You almost couldn't tell who had drawn what.

One time, Keith made a sketch of her in his sketchbook. It had been one of those days when they didn't really feel like talking, so they both sat and did their own thing. Keith sat in a corner and sketched while Luca continued reading some comics. By the time she had finished 2 of them, Luca looked over to Keith and her eyes met a rather intense stare. Luca blinked, a little taken aback and Keith imidiately turned his gaze down again with an awkward look on his face.

Luca: Is...something the matter?

Keith: No, sorry. I got lost in thought.

He went back to his sketchbook and Luca decided to shrug it off. The more time that passed though, the more curious she became. She had went from reading to listening to some cd's at this point and yet Keith was still sitting in the corner, pen glued in his hand. Luca wanted to see what he was skecthing.

Luca: Is it finished soon?

Keith looked up, startled.

Keith: Uh.. Yeah. Almost.

Luca: Can I see it?

Keith hesitated. He glance down at his sketch and fiddled a bit with his pen.

Keith: It's just a doodle. I don't think you'll be that impressed by it.

Now, Luca really wanted to know what was going on. Keith had never hidden his drawings before, so she knew he was keeping something from her. Well, Luca wasn't known for giving up when she wanted something.

She stood up, quickly walking toward him. Keith felt his body tense up.

Luca: Come on, let me see it.

Keith: It's really not that impressive. If I can get more time to fix the details-

Luca grabbed hold of the sketchbook and fixed her gaze on Keith, challenging him. Keith gripped his book tighter and met her in the staredown. They both sat like that for at least 10 minutes before Keith finally yielded and loosened his hold.

Keith: Fine. You can see it.

Luca gave him a victorious grin and then she snatched the sketchbook, eager to see what he had worked on.Her grin quickly slipped off once her eyes fell on the page. Keith rubbed his neck in silence.

Keith: I'm sorry... I know I should have asked for permission, but I just...

Luca stared down at the sketch. The sketch of herself. Her long hair, the shape of her face, her pointy ears, her Altean marks, her eyes... Luca took in every last detail.

Keith: Are you okay..?

Luca gave a short nod, her eyes glued to the paper. She looked so.... beautiful. Luca didn't know she could look like that through someone else's eyes.

Luca: Can I keep it?

The question came out in a soft voice. Keith blinked in surprise, but soon found himself smiling.

Keith: Of course.

…

The more they spent time together, the more Luca found herself enjoying herself. She wanted to know more about the Paladin.

Where did he grow up? What was his childhood like? What made him become a Paladin of Voltron?

She had so many questions.

When Luca learned that Keith was considered the best pilot of his generation, she imidiately grew enthusiastic to talk about their training and what had made Keith want to become a pilot in the first place.

Luca too was considered the best when it came to piloting the mecha. She had found something to personally bond over with the other.

Keith had told her that he had always wanted to leave this place. To fly among the stars. He had wanted to prove himself greater than what others made him out to be, to be more than the hopeless orphan who nobody expected anything from.

Luca could relate to that. She had lived a good life in the colony, but she had always wanted to leave their hiding place, to go out and explore the universe and become part of something bigger. She had never felt like she'd truly fit in with the other Alteans. Not since her parents left. Others had tried, of course, but her intense personality had made most of them turn away at some point. Except for Merla. Merla had kept coming to her to spend time together even when Luca would lash out in annoyance.

Merla hadn't grown tired of her.

The thought of the other girl made Luca's heart grow heavy. She missed talking to her.

Merla had been the only one Luca would truly call her friend. She was the only one who was perssistent enough to stand by Luca's side. When bringing this fact up to Keith, she thought the other would call her a lonewolf or something similar, which he did, but he said it so fondly that Luca was unable take it as an insult.

Keith: Honeslt, the only reason I even got the chance to become a pilot is because of Shiro. He got in a good word for me and even when I messed up, he didn't leave me. He took on the role as my mentor. Now, he is my best friend.

Luca had listened to him in interest. It was amazing, really, how alike the two of them were.

Luca: I guess we both used to be lonewolves then?

Keith laughed.

Keith: Yeah. It's a good thing we both found someone to build a pack with, though. It's hard to survive when you're all alone.

Luca agreed with that. Without Merla, she probably would have worked herself to death before even getting the chance to leave for this mission. Merla had made sure she'd gotten enough rest and had forced her to go and eat together with the others. She had slowly dragged Luca further into her own pack of wolves. Luca might not have appreciated them as much as Merla, but she had been less alone.

Looking over at Keith, Luca realized that here, she always felt less alone whenever he was around. The fondness that were starting to build up in her chest felt close to the same she felt when Merla would refuse to leave her and Luca decided that she didn't mind it.

Keith was someone she was happy to call a companion.

Luca smiled, mournfully.

If only he could have been part of her pack.

#voltron #vld #au #hc #luca #vld luca #voltron luca #writing #fanfic #fanfiction #voltron season 8 #vld keith

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pillowfluffs · 6 years

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Soulmate!Wonho // Chapter 1

Pairing: Wonho X Reader (female)

Genre: Soulmate!AU, fantasy, fluff, slight angst

Summary: You’re a first year at Mapnerry Academy of the Arcane, in a world where everyone has a soulmate. If you draw on your skin, it show’s up on your soulmate’s skin and vice versa, how magical.. You’ve learned many things growing up, but it seems you’ll learn something pivotal to your life one day while being at home..

Author’s Note: This honestly was supposed to be a short story for my english class but I just couldn’t help myself and I decided to polish things up on my own accord. This is my first official series! I know there’s pigtails!Hyunwoo but I didn’t finish and that was an unintentional “series” I will be posting a new chapter on Saturdays 5:30pm Eastern Standard Time (U.S. Time) ((4:00pm Central Time // 2:00pm Pacific Standard Time)) Please Enjoy part 1!

The small lines appeared on your skin as you sat in the library, studying for a somewhat challenging class you took. Everyone, well about ninety five percent of everyone born is destined to be with a soulmate that fits them perfectly spiritually, personally, physically, every way perfect. Those paired had their skin connected so if you drew on your skin, the drawing would show up on your soulmate’s in the exact same place as you drew it. Luckily for you, you were shown at an early age that you indeed had a soulmate; your soulmate had been drawing on their skin since the moment they could pick up a pen. When the drawings first appeared on your skin, you drew in response, making your presence known because there were also others, the five percent who were born and unfortunately paired with no one. Their fates were destined to be alone, so their abilities as mages were not as full as paired ones. No matter how long it would take to meet your soulmate, everything was destined since birth and even before. The only thing to be let done was time.

You sat comfortably in your seat for who knows what time it was now as your ancient runes textbooks and notebooks sat open in front of you. You needed to focus but the whimsical lines which kept appearing, fascinated you. You’ve been here since the doors opened for the day, first no one but you, but now a good amount of people since it was around the middle of your first year. Since the the library was filled row after row of neatly lined up books with their spines facing outwards and considering how spacious it was, you barely heard any noise, if there even were any being made. The books ranged from centuries old to months old; some more worn out than others. The large windows filled the grand room with a cool light. Archive mages flowed through the aisles, making sure no one was squandering their powers and were returning books to their rightful places. Archive magic allowed the user to convert information to magical data, which can be stored, enabling the mage to gain access to previously stored information, such as magic or in this case, books.

It was your first year at Mapnerry Academy of the Arcane, a school created by the government to enhance the skills of young and promising mages such as yourself and ranked one of the highest and most challenging school to be accepted. It was always your parents’ dream for you to attend this school the moment you were born, so, when you received an envelope saying that you got a full scholarship, they were ecstatic. You applied like millions of others, hoping but also accepting the fact if you didn’t make it, it would be fine. You wished, however, to not go to school; all you simply wanted to do was travel the world, meet your soulmate, do whatever you wished without following any of your parents’ or anyone’s orders on how to use your gift. The way the school’s acceptance worked was based on your level of skill and power. To be honest, you didn’t think your power was all that strong or powerful; it was simply imitationis. You had the ability to mimic the power of anyone else, no matter who they were and how powerful they were. Mages born from paired ones usually have their abilities stemmed from their parents’ abilities. You guessed the only related aspect of your ability to your parents’ were your father’s ability to absorb and redistribute energy and your gift to copy others’ power.

“Holding this power means holding great responsibility,” your parents had always told you, but you saw no problems with your power, as long as you didn’t misuse the powers of the ones you absorbed so far, no harm done. Growing up, your parents weren’t as fortunate as you to be gifted with such a singular and robust power. Your mother was gifted with the power of sanitatem, meaning she could heal others, herself, anyone and anything at any rate she wished, which especially came in handy when it came to health insurance. As for your father, he was given the capability of effusio, the power to absorb any force, elemental or energy, and use it in various ways by changing it throughout their body, and if they were against an enemy, they could use the absorbed energy as an advantage. Your father was often out on missions, which were the only way for mages to make a living; taking on missions put out by less powerful mages. Of course with your father’s power, your mother was his partner in business and life so she tagged along. To be very honest, both your mother and you believe that if she hadn’t gone along with him, he’d be dead by now.

You were often left alone as a child but not completely as your soulmate kept you indirect company and you turned out fine, evidenced by where you were now. The moment you could activate your power, your parents had you mimic theirs so now you could absorb energies and heal others and yourself, which came in very handy when you were left home alone and had to make food for yourself for the first time. Growing up, especially in elementary school, you unintentionally absorbed the powers of almost everyone you made contact with; teachers, friends, family, everyone. The other end never felt anything when their power was mimicked, but for you, it was like a chill running down your spine. Your powers weren’t in control until the end of elementary school as your parents started training you to finely tune your new powers, training you on strategies for defense and offense, preparing for the worst no matter the situation.

Here at the academy, you had a good amount of friends but you never saw them and they never seeked you out so you didn’t really mind. Plus you were one of those kids growing up who got their work done than make friends, so you didn’t really mind having friends or not. School and academics were your number one priority and it showed how well it worked in your favor. Like mentioned earlier, when your parents were out on missions mostly, you had to learn to take care of yourself and not depend on others. Yes, you admitted, it was lonely and you wished your parents were there more often for you, but you were blessed with Wonho, though at that time you didn’t know his name. You didn't know how he did it or if he could feel how you felt but at the very moment you felt your worst, something new would appear somewhere on your body entertaining you. You laid in bed, sat in the kitchen eating, or just doing whatever around the house as you watched as if your life depended on it. It was so intriguing how almost everyone’s skin worked like this. You were captivated with how he chose to draw something; the style, how the ink spread through the minuscule wrinkles in your skin, how he was so creative behind every drawing and doodle.

At this point in your life, you had a good number of powers but you mainly trained the ones you deemed the most essential. The first was demoniaco from the headmaster of the academy, the ability of demonic possession. He, and soon you were able to allow malevolent creatures take over with their own abilities and powers your bodies, allowing you to be a living nightmare in combat. When you received your acceptance letter, you also received an additional letter, requesting a meeting with him alone. Headmaster Voeks, or Jeremiah Voeks and even also known as the legendary prodigium (monster in latin), wished to meet you in person to have a special presentation of your powers. He was a middle aged man, dark black hair with a few light streaks of gray hair showing, but that’s normal for anyone if they were running an academy. His face was stern and serious, slight wrinkling here and there, but that was simple aging, but despite this dark aura, his silver eyes glinted with intrigue. He, as long with all professors at the academy wished for every student to enhance their aptitude profoundly.

Your heart was calm but filled with anxiety as you slowly neared the academy, towering over you as it was immensely larger than you imagined or saw from afar. You remembered visiting this school once, when you were very young. Some things looked familiar and different but it all didn’t matter. The first and last time you were here was when you were about three years old or younger. You easily could’ve teleported to the front gate, but for some reason you couldn’t bring yourself to do so. You pulled your phone out of your pocket, peeking at the time. “11:34 am,” you tucked it back in to your black jeans pocket. You took a deep breath before the gate, your hands clutching on to your black trench coat sleeves, your hands in front of you as you took a step toward the black iron gates. You could practically feel the energy radiating off the gates themselves, most likely acting as a security. You looked around, seeing no one in sight, no one to ask for help. You didn’t know what else to do but to simply trigger the alarm. You slowly raised your left hand, prepared for whatever the security mechanism would do to your body. You pressed your hand slowly against the invisible barrier, instantly feeling jolts of electricity surging through your body, but easily adapting to it due to your electrical ability from your aunt on your father’s side. You were able to promptly absorb almost all of the energy of the electricity, allowing the gate to open with ease. You stepped in as your short heeled ankle boots clicked against the pavement, closing the gate behind you, only to turn around to multiple security mages ready to restrict you, their hellhounds ready to pounce and rip you to shreds. A pang of fear shot through your body as you instantly raised your hands in surrender.

“WHO ARE YOU?” bellowed a mage, his pyrokinesis ability showing as his fists were beginning to glow red. He stood tall, more built compared to the others and even had a different pin on his silver uniform. You assumed he was the leader or captain or something, but pushed this thought aside.

“This doesn’t matter right now,” you thought as your voice choked in your throat. You could see other people looking out through windows, most likely students trying to see what was the commodity occuring outside.

The mages which stood next to him showed their different abilities as well, a blonde one with blue eyes with the ability of toxikinesis, you could see the poisonous gas fogging around his hands, two dark skinned officers with vision abilities, one with heat and the other with freeze. The officers’ grew tenser by the minute; the longer you didn’t respond, the more suspicious you looked to them.

You were afraid, helpless but this was an abnormal feeling. You noticed a smaller officer between the visions. He didn’t visibly have an ability but now it was clear; he was amplifying your emotions and feelings and you filled with fear was not a good thing. Your heart raced heavier and heavier by the minute the longer he stared at you. You felt the electricity beginning to spark in your hands, threatening them as if you were about to attack. They stepped closer, ready to end you as you stood there frozen.

“ANSWER, NOW!” A black haired officer with green eyes whose voice boomed in your ears. His voice was a low deep baritone, powerful for a small built person. His voice made it feel as if an earthquake occured, yet the guards who stood around him seemed as if nothing happened.

“A sonic,” you shrunk to your knees, covering your ears as everything around you rattled. You should have known the moment you saw him open his mouth and how strong it was when directed at you. The guards saw this as a chance and made their way to you, holding you down. They swiftly deactivated their abilities, surrounding you in just a few short seconds.

“End this at once,” a low authoritative voice resonated between the guards. All movement stopped as the guards all looked up as a figure stood at the end of the staircase. Silence filled the atmosphere and all that was heard was a gust of wind and birds chirping in the nearby pine trees.

“Prodigium,” your voice barely above a whisper choked out. A heat of embarrassment washed over you as now you realized how bad it must look; a promising student he believed to be is about to be arrested and most likely thrown off of campus forever.

“Release miss Y/L/N, immediately,” his eyes glowed from a dark brown to a red. A cold shock ran down your spine as all hands released you. You fixed yourself up, your once tucked white shirt had got pulled out as you made your way up the stairs, following the headmaster as he wore a black suit shirt with black pants and shoes. You followed behind on the stairs, watching the steps until you approached the top of the stairs. You were stopped by a figure as you bumped into it, almost pushing you back down the stairs. The figure stood firm. You caught yourself as you shyly looked up to make eye contact with the headmaster.

“Thank you,” you shied away as your hands reached for your sleeves once again. You bowed in respect to who you considered in this moment, the strongest you’ve ever gotten near. He seemed much taller this close than before when you were almost pinned on the ground. He gave off an aura that you could not notably describe; it’s wasn’t all good, but it wasn’t all bad either.

“Please, there’s no need, and follow me.” He turned once again, walking swiftly, hidden doorways and hallways appearing which made it a much faster trip to travel from the front entrance to his office. He wore shoes which clicked against the marble floor as a moderate pace. Despite his long legs, he could’ve easily walk at a pace which you would have to jog to keep up, but fortunately he did not.

You felt tickling lines beginning to appear on your left wrist as you followed behind through the grand hallways with the intricately detailed pillars and doorways, but you were much too captivated by the unique architectural designs in this antediluvian building. Light filled the hallways from the extensive windows, open as some weren’t able to open but they were filled with beautiful stained glass. The ceilings held world renown paintings such as the Sistine Chapel ceiling but with a twist. From what you gathered, it was a history and a summary of the world; how there are the paired ones and the lone ones. Your mouth hung slightly agape your eyes wandered around the sumptuous victorian styled building as students were around every corner, talking amongst themselves, in classrooms. A hum of chatter filled your ears as you tailed behind. The walls a cream color and were decorated with meticulously painted paintings of mages from the past. You walked by the individual portraits hung in dark wood frames which complimented the walls. The walk was silent as your senses were slightly on edge due to the fact that you were in the presence of the Prodigium himself. You made a right turn, passing what seemed to be a way which lead to what you assumed was the library as there were signs on the doors warning those to enter to remain silent. Passing it, there were now only a few students here and there occasionally. You made a left turn into a doorway which appeared in a wall before the headmaster which led down a somewhat dark hallway and led to a broad darkwood door with a single silver doorknob in the center of the door, which seemed rather peculiar to you, but you pushed the thought away as it must have been in fashion when the academy was built.

You stepped forward, but was stopped as an imperceptible barrier blocked you from entering. You looked in awkwardly, unsure of what to do next as you stepped back. Despite you feeling very nervous this morning as thoughts from the night before plagued you the night before, you felt quite tranquil. Some of the thoughts were hypothetical situations such as what if the academy overestimated your ability/ abilities and you were just a disappointment. You got an insufficient amount of sleep the night before one of the biggest moments of your life.

“Please, won’t you come in,” the headmaster made eye contact with you as you stood in the doorway. He waved his hand which a thin black fog surrounded his right hand, deactivating the barrier. You were able to feel the strength and power he held from simply removing the barrier from your way, which was a rare occurrence as you were rarely ever able to feel the power behind the mage.

You stepped once again up to the door, now able to stick your foot through, following your body. A smell of the fresh earth filled your nostrils once the barrier disappeared as the room was much darker than the hallway that led up to this area of the school. You pushed the door closed behind you, a dark aura swallowing you, but candles and lamps around the room lit up immediately once the door shut. The left wall was a bookcase which reached the ceiling, filled with books of all sizes, their spines reading in latin texts such as Possessionem and Mentis Imperium.

“Possession and mind control books.” You walked past, looking at as much as you could. In all your life, you had never really seen a true magus liber (mage book) until now, and they were truly beautiful. The magus libers in bookstores were all simply modern ones that always taught basic skills and training routines; they were no use to you at all.

“Intrigued?” the headmaster stood to your right as you stared at the books in awe. “These books are centuries old, even older than the academy itself.” He looked down to your eyes shining with appeal.

“I’ve never seen real magus libers.” you turned to glance at the professor. “The current ones are too modern and if they do sell authentic ones, they’re much too expensive.” A feeling of disappointment bloomed within you as you looked at the books. You wished so deeply that you could have all these books at home for yourself, but if you did and brought them today, it would cost your life as they were that expensive.

“I see.” he looked back up to the shelf, a sense of nostalgia washing over him as he recalled every exact moment his eyes met these books. “Now, we shall begin what you were truly invited here for.” He gestured to a black leathered arm chair in front of his desk, inviting you to sit as he made his way around his desk which was littered with papers you assumed were other application forms and sat in his own large black leather seat.

You nodded and sat down, ready for anything to he would ask your way. You peeked down to your wrist, seeing small lines creating small flowers and meager shapes. There were about three flowers, two with a stem and one without, but the one without was drawn in a black pen as the other two were drawn in red pens. The shapes were unclosed, not completely finished but you assumed they had a reason for it. You peered up as the headmaster pulled your application form, along with numerous recommendations from multiple teachers, tutors, parents, everyone who was able to write a recommendation.

“You my dear, sound gifted and powerful for your age division of eighteen to nineteen. Never in my time have I ever received an application with as many recommendations and support for a mage as you did,” he sat against the back of his chair, his voice as flat as the papers spread out before him. “You hold the ability of imitationis, mages who hold this gift are one in ten million. Tell me,” he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his desk. “What gifts have you mimicked so far? Please demonstrate the most powerful ones you have so far.” He held his hand palm up, insisting you to exhibit your abilities.

“Um, the most powerful ones in my opinion..” You stood up thinking about which ones you really considered the most powerful. “One which I’ve copied are my grandfather’s aciukinesis when I was eight years old.” You pushed the chair you sat in further behind as you quickly scanned his desk and around to see if there were any sharp objects. “Do you have a blade of some sort perhaps that I may use?”

Without any response, the headmaster snapped his finger, summoning a blade of black steel before your eyes. It was a dagger with a white rose engraved into the handle. You picked up the blade, feeling the aciukinesis essentially turning on as if the ability and the others were a switch inside your body. Your eyes glowed a light blue as you focused on the sharpness of the blade, making it as dull as you could. You rolled up your left sleeve, bringing the blade to your wrist and pulling it across as if to cut yourself. But no damage had been done. Your aciukinesis faded away the less you focused and you placed the dagger back onto his desk.

“Next, from one of the guards earlier, pyrokinesis, but due to the fact that I already had hell’s fire ability, these two simply merged, increasing that power.” You raised your hands up, palms down and fingers spread out, closing your eyes and feel all the space in the room. Silence was the only noise in the room, not a single breath was heard. Suddenly your eyes opened glowing a bright orange imitating the colors of fire. You set the room on fire all around, releasing the hottest flames ever felt, but they had no effect on you as you walked around sticking your hand the flames. The headmaster sat still, observing in silence as not a word was spoken from him since the beginning. You closed the palm of your hand, suffocating the burning flames causing them to die. “With my gift, I am able to control any flame and create any flame.” You walked back to where you stood before the professor at his desk. “And since I can create the flames such as I did just now, I controlled the temperature so if you look around.” You looked around the room, as nothing was burned. “Nothing in this room burned. The flames and the heat had no affect on me so it allowed me to reach my hand in and not feel any pain.”

“But you also said just moments before that these flames did not actually burn anything, so how may I believe your true statement?” His voice remained flat, but you heard there was a hint of interest.

Without speaking, you sat back down in the chair, pulling it back to its original spot and raised your left palm. You opened it causing a flame to spark to life. “If you feel yourself, you can feel that this flame is very hot and if I sparked this earlier, the room would have burned down.” The headmaster reached his hand towards the flame, feeling the heat radiate out of your palm, proving it was lethal. Once you saw that he had evidence, you stuck your hand in and you sat there without flinching for about forty seconds before killing the flame and pulling your hand out. Since it had no affect on you, your hand had black ash on it even though it did not burn anything.

“See? Nothing happened.” You gave a small shy smile, feeling better about this interview. “Now my nex-”

“Enough,” the headmaster’s voice now cold cut you off as he sat back. “Like I said before, you my dear are very powerful, but I strongly believe the abilities you are holding as I’ve seen so far could be much stronger. I hereby accept you into the Academy.” The headmaster stood up and made his way around his desk to shake hands with you. “But I also request you do something for me as I’m sure it will increase your power.”

“Thank you sir, but what is it?” Your curiosity piqued as happiness filled your body. Your head tilted slightly to the side as you looked up into his eyes. Your hands’ stopped shaking as he insisted you to sit once again and he sat on his desk.

“I request you to mimic my demoniaco, with it, I will be your personal mentor which no other student has ever had this privilege. Remember my gift is somewhat rare as well, one in seven million.” He stared into your eyes as his voice made you feel he strongly hoped you would accept. You had always heard stories of the legendary Prodigium eliminating those who stood against him to nothing, how he had immense powers far beyond anyone’s mind, but those were days of the past. And like he said, this would be a very big leap in your power level.

You stood there mouth agape in shock from what you just heard. “Did.. Did I hear that right??” you thought to yourself as you sat there speechless. “Wait but, will be mimicking your ability and you being my personal mentor, does this mean it’ll be like a class?” Your voice raised a frequency as you asked.

“If you would like, I could make it a class but only for you. But if you wish to continue your current studies, we can meet every weekend and practice for about a whole school day.” The headmaster offered. This was a bit to take in, but enough where you could process slowly. “What would you like?”

“Uhm, I don’t even know what classes I will be taking yet. I haven’t applied to any classes nor do I know what they offer.” You’ve only heard about some classes from your cousins, but they were always complaining about how easy it was, but then again, they were really smart. You meant to look up some of the offered courses on the website too, but you wanted to spend this summer before school to yourself, before you were officially on your own at school.

“We can easily fix that right now.” The headmaster stood up, sitting back down in his chair and pulling out a syllabus of the school. “From your records, it seems that you exceled promisingly in the basic necessities of life such as mathematics and language. As you enter this academy, you will be focused on the more advanced classes of somewhat complex subjects such as runes and increasing power capacity. I suggest making our meeting as a class period than a weekend. You would like to explore and make friends, correct?” He spoke so fluidly, as his voice was monotone. He was a living statue as he barely moves any facial muscle when he spoke.

“I guess that would be the best..” You sat and thought. A blossom of worry bloomed as you wondered. “Could I handle it?” The worry died down a bit once you felt lines being drawn on your right thigh now; you couldn’t see it but you had a vague idea of what was being drawn. You placed your hand over the slight sensation.

“I assure that you will be academically fine, and as for your powers, the capacity will increase dramatically. For your classes, you may look over this syllabus tonight, fill in the form at the end for your first year classes, and then return this to me tomorrow. If you mimic, you must come in tomorrow to begin the basics for they are difficult to adapt to.” He slid the brown leather syllabus towards you.

You took the syllabus in your hands, studying it making up your mind. “I’ll do it.” Your eyes locked with the professors and decided you were ready and the only way to be successful in this world was to be powerful. A gentle smile grew on his face as your hand clutched your pants.

“Excellent.” He stood up shaking your hand. You stood as well taking his large hand in yours. You mimicked his ability, instantly feeling a heat wave wash down your spine than a cold one which you normally felt. Your eyes instantly glowed a dark blood red as block fog started forming around your feet. The headmaster was surprised with you at first, unknowingly how fast you mimicked, but now it was clear how you mimicked; by physical touch. A vast amount of power surged through your body as you were becoming unstable.

You felt a darkness taking over and no matter how hard you urged your body to stop, it was no use. It was as if you were beginning to drown, the water entering your mouth and filling your body. You felt a slight pain spreading through your veins, a warm subtleness.

“Y/N,” a demonic voice called your name, pulling you out of the darkness. The fog faded away as your eyes returned to their normal color. You realized your body had gone numb, frozen similar to a statue, your muscles sore. You felt all over your left wrist new lines forming and just knowing the presence of your soulmate through your skin calmed you, physically feeling them appear on your skin was enough to make your day.

“What happened to me?” your voice quivered, fearing that if that were to happen again, how would you come out of it? You wondered if it happened again, what would actually happen and what you could possibly do if you lost control.

“The ability activated immediately. You were beginning your first process of completely mimicking my abilities. This is why you will need the classes as I will be your mentor.”

At that time, there was only about a few weeks of Summer before school began. In those few weeks, you were with the headmaster fine tuning your abilities, learning the additional powers that came with demoniaco. Every few days were new lessons for you as a few days after each new lesson were for your to fine tune the best you could.

Once school began, you moved into your down and due to the low acceptance level, almost everyone had their own dorm room to themselves. Your dorm at the end of the hallway, had a lovely view to a courtyard with a small pond filled with rainbow koi fish, pine trees which were almost taller than the school. Your room was filled with essentials from home such as pictures, pillows and blankets, but they were also filled with your own magus libers, the cheap ones from local bookstores, but also some authentic ones, gifted from the headmaster himself. Stress with the classic schoolwork and testings were somewhat more difficult that you imagined, resulting in the balance of your abilities to be off. You were excused from absences but during those times, you would lay in bed. You laid there for hours throughout the day, eating very little but eating when they told you so. You would talk with your soulmate as you drew on your arm and they would reply seconds later. Though you have not them them face to face, the longer the two of you talked, the longer you felt a stronger connection growing and growing between you two. You realized in those times how you were truly cared for especially by someone you’ve never even met. You were happy as you were fortunate enough to be born paired with someone. As the school year was coming to an end, a few months left exactly, you began feeling a weight lifting off your body, more and more so that you did not need to be sent home. The stress were simply vanishing, but you figured it was most likely because of testing ending. As the year went by, you began feeling dramatic changes with your abilities, gaining more as you made new friends, but to your friends, they just knew you as the mage with the powerful ability of pyrokinesis. The headmaster made it clear that your true ability of imitationis must not be revealed as his reasons were simply because “you never know who you could trust” were his exact words so you did not object. As spring break came along, your arms and legs were filled with new pieces of art on a daily basis. For some reason, bodies connected were also restricted. An example would be that you could not write direct things such as “my name is..” Those types of messages would not show up on the skin but you could spread letters out. Bodies paired are like this because soulmates are supposed to meet each other at the right time they were destined when they were born.

One day as you read in your home basement, the air cold enough for you to have an oversized white hoodie on with a blanket. Your parents had left a few days ago to go on a mission, dealing with thieves in a different country. Most missions were from those in third world countries, mages too weak in ability or lacked the knowledge to train, defend, and use their ability properly. You suddenly felt a peculiar cold tingling on your legs and you placed your book down on a glass coffee table, sliding the maroon furry blanket off of your legs to reveal white flowers painted onto your thighs and calves. As long as it showed on your skin, it would show up on your linked half as well. As you stated at your legs, the white paint showing up, you were able to see some letters forming, unsure if it was coincidence or not, however.

“Is that a..W?” Your head tilted left and right, eyebrows furrowed. The paint stopped until you felt two new marks on your right arm. “O-N.. W-O-N? Are they spelling out their name?” You thought to yourself as you scanned your body for more new letters, awaiting for new ones. There was about a brief pause before you felt more scribbling on your arm. You studied your wrist as you brought it closer. “H..O..” Then the writing stopped as you sat there for a minute or two, a smile creeping on your face. “Wonho?” you said aloud as you sat before you reached for a black pen. You opened the cap, writing on the back of your left hand, “are you ready?” It wasn’t long before there was a checkmark drawn next to the question. You moved the blanket off of your legs, revealing your thighs. You took the pen, drawing out five letters of the alphabet before you wrote out the next five a row below. You reached for a red and blue pen off of the coffee table next to your homework and circled the letters “I” and “S” in red. You spelt out the sentence “Is your name Wonho?” from your leg, switching pen colors after every word. You sat there waiting for a response for a moment or two until he responded “yes” on your knee. Even without knowing this person, your heart felt bubbly inside. It was as if it was swelling even though you did not know your soulmate well.

You sat in the bathroom for who knew how long, writing and drawing back and forth on while also scrubbing things off your legs to make space for more writings. He learned your name and many other broken small details, cause again, you couldn’t straight out facts about yourself to your soulmate, which was the only thing you found strange in this world. The topic of where you went to school did not come up until you were about to pass out from exhaustion. The last word you saw appear on your skin was Mapnerry.

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