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Soulmate trash is best trash

soulmate meme ;
▸ post your character ◂
▸ you're now in a universe where destined soul mates exist! ◂
▸ rng for the type of au and for the ~situation~ ◂
▸ tag around ♥ ◂

type of au;

1. tats, your character has a tattoo of the first words the love of their life will say to them
2. familiars, your character has an animal tattoo representing their soul mate on them
3. glow, the first time your character sees their soul mate, their chests glow!
4. world in color, life is literally black and white, until you see your soul mate for the first time
5. choose your own, i'm definitely missing a milly because i'm lazy, pick your own

situation;

1. first meeting, you've never met this person before.
2. childhood mates, you've always known this person -- but on one particular birthday, everything changes.
3. together, you've been in a relationship for awhile now! happily wed or not, you decide.
4. not together, you've known you're soul mates for a long time, and yet have avoided a relationship.
5. choose your own, self explanatory c:

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[ Okay, she’s bringing up, you know. Details. Stuff that, in his current state, he doesn’t really care about.

So what if he brought it up first? Like, that’s whatever, he thinks, because now, now he’s not so sure. He knows he’s terrified of everything this could mean, but he’s even more terrified by what it might do. Because he remembers what it did to Mom, how she wept and shuddered and laughed so helplessly when Dad’s emotions overtook her. So often that sadness crossed her face – so terribly startling on a woman as sunny as she was – and she never knew why. Just had to cope with it, knowing there was nothing she could do to help.

He’s a mess, he knows that much. He’s always a mess, but this added complication is like the universe dumped lighter fluid on top of everything, dropped a match, and cackled as it all went up in flames. He doesn’t know what to do with a problem as big as this, except to hide. To run, as fast and as far as he can.

But that’s the problem. He doesn’t want to do that. He doesn’t want to be that same fucking asshole, who left his soulmate behind in the dust, no matter how loudly his instinct cries out for it.

Frustrated, he huffs out another breath, shoves his empty glass forward along the bar. It skitters, spinning a little but settles before it can fall. ]

I don’t want this to be shitty. [ Another quiet admission, and he shifts again, resting his cheek against his palm. He flicks the glass again. Sincere instead of articulate, still, as evidenced when he says,]

I mean, I don’t want it in the first place, but. I don’t want this to suck, now.

[ Alec is still stewing around in his own thoughts, still trying to puzzle out just why he can’t let it fucking go if it’s supposed to be so meaningless. He just wants to be alone. He’s better off alone.

The door on the side of the building swings open, and thank God he had his camouflage up, because it actually startles him enough that he jumps. How unprofessional can you get? Jesus.

He does feel a flicker of admiration that Peter managed to get the guy out here so easily, and even as they exit the building he’s keeping up the act. If Alec didn’t know any better, he’d be fooled himself, and he is notoriously difficult to fool. It's short-lived, however, in favor of the task at hand.

He slips around behind them as the door swings shut, keeping to the shadows as he does. His camouflage isn’t true invisibility, after all, and anyone looking hard enough will be able to see a vague sort of movement as he goes.

And then, because he’s in a shitty fucking mood and would so love to take it out on someone, he grabs Kove’s arm, forces it up behind him, and twists. ]

[ It had been a while since they had been working together as the Voltron Paladins, having finished saving another planet from the Galra. Keith was tired, sore, and not in the best of moods. Add to that the fact that they had almost not won the day, he was on edge.

He shouldn't have been so irritated, really he shouldn't have. Still, seeing Lance flirt with one of the aliens, possibly a girl but it obviously didn't matter much, after nearly getting himself killed again. It all added up and soon Keith was having to bite his tongue, keeping himself from berating the other. He hated it so much, he hated watching Lance flirt with others when Keith was the one with the tattoo on his arm.

It all boiled over when, at dinner, Lance started talking about how awesome he had been during the fight. It started as a scoff with a roll of his eyes, only to be called out and he finally snapped. ]

You were so focused on looking 'cool' you almost got yourself and the rest of us killed.

Not wanting your life to suck seems like a totally bad reason to date a person. Just saying.

[ or maybe that's why people date in the first place? to push back some of the loneliness otherwise plaguing their existence?

fuck if brae knows; she usually quells those empty moments with booze and sex. that tends to work just fine without any of the...complications.

she watches his glass, because it's something to stare at that isn't peter. she needs that for a second, since looking at him makes her stomach flutter in downright stupid ways. she's never been like this around someone before, never had to try so hard to quash the rising feelings that just threaten to slam into her around every new thought, and she doesn't like being out of her own control like this; sure, she's drunk, and that tends to make control harder on its own, but this is different. ]

And fuckin' anyway— how the hell would we even make this...a thing? You have all'a your stuff and I have mine, and like...we've got different lives.

[ she waves her fingers around like that illustrates the different spheres of their daily lives. he has the guardians, she has fallon and pamela; they run into each other occasionally, sure, but the bulk of what they do and where they go is completely separate. ]

Excuse me?

[It wasn't exactly shocking to hear something like this from Keith, no, but it still managed to sour his mood nonetheless.]

Just because I'm a better pilot than you and actually managed to get something done, I'm suddenly the reckless one? At least when I do something cool and instinctive it actually works!

[His words are a little meaner than he means them to be, but it really does honestly hurt when Keith snaps at him.]

Oh please, the only reason that even worked without you getting killed was because Hunk knocked you out of the way in the last minute.

[ Keith recoiled a bit, Lance's words only slightly stinging. It was more his tone and the fact that he had worried about the blue Paladin more than anything else. ]

You may have 'instinct' [ Yes he even did air quotes with that. ] But you have zero self perseverance. What would the team do without the Blue Paladin?

We can't exactly form Voltron with four pilots, idiot.

Like you actually care beyond that if I died!

[He huffs. Shiro is speaking up, trying to tell them to settle down, but Lance ignores him.]

That's all I really am to you, isn't it? Just a butt in a pilot seat? I'm actually trying to protect you all, but noooo, you have to complain about that because you might be inconvenienced! Heaven forbid you can't form Voltron till you get another paladin you wouldn't be a dick to!

[ That had Keith on his feet, for once he completely ignored Shiro. Didn't even realize the older Paladin was even talking to them, hell he seemed to have completely forgotten they were at the dinner table.

Hands slammed against the table, rattling dishes and the table itself as Keith fumed. ]

You're so stupid! If I didn't care if you died because of something stupid like that, why would I be so upset?

You aren't just a member of the team, we're a family damn it! Everyone would be upset if you weren't here, including me! If I'm a dick to you it's only because you are always pushing me! You just have to have this stupid rivalry that I never wanted to be a part of! You always have to be better than me at everything and then when you are you rub it in my face. If' I'm a dick it's because you never give me a damn reason to be nice to you!

[ Keith doesn't even notice when his vision is blurred by unshed tears, he doesn't notice that he's gripping his right arm, right where his tattoo is under his armor. He can't even look at Lance now, he's all emotion and zero rational. His voice quiets a bit and he's not screaming anymore but he's still upset. ]

If you really think I only want you around here for Voltron then you really are an idiot. And your blind as hell.

[For once, Lance can't think of anything to say. He has no comebacks, no snappy remarks, no quick insults.

Because Keith has a point. Maybe he really had given him no reason to like him.]

You ever think--I might push you, might want this rivalry because I just wanted you to notice me--

[He didn't mean to blurt that out, not out loud, and especially not in public. Lance gets up from his chair, quickly making his way out of the room before anyone can stop him. There are tears in the corners of his eyes but he can't cry, won't cry. He doesn't want to think about how badly he's fucked this all up from the get-go.]

[ As Kove ushers him out, he murmurs little, quiet things. Sympathetic things. “I know this must be hard. Whatever you’re dealing with must be terrible. Don’t worry, I have just the thing for it, though it’s expensive…”

Peter nods along with him, lets his head hang between his shoulders as he rubs the back of his neck. He lifts his head to reply, lips parting, though he stops when he sees a sort of blur just over Kove’s shoulder. For a second, Peter wastes time blinking, but then Kove’s whole body jerks, arm yanked painfully up behind him. His eyes bulge face turning a darker shade of pink, and his lips parts to scream—

But Peter’s hand whips up to grab Kove’s jaw, clamping his mouth shut, and he slaps his other hand over his lips.. ]

C’mon, man. [ This, directed to the vague shape behind the pharmacist. He has to assume it’s Alec – who or what else would it be? His brow furrows with frustration. ] Warn me before you do shit like that.

Lance!

[ Keith is shocked but nearly as much as he probably should be. It sort of made sense, sort of like a kid who acted out He may not have understood why exactly Lance wanted him to notice him but--

Wait. No, that's a lie.

He can think of why. The same reason he had started to distance himself from Lance when he realized who exactly his soulmate was supposed to be. Lance wanted him to notice him because he had figured it out too, that had to have been why, right?

It didn't take long for Keith to all but volt over the table, ignoring the others trying to stop him. They probably thought he was going to start a fight, granted it was the exact opposite of that. He had to stop Lance and get him to talk. Luckily it wasn't like Lance had a lot of places to go so when Keith was able to catch up to him he was quick to try and get him to stop, even reaching out to try and catch others arm. ]

Damn it Lance would you just stop. You can't just say shit like that and walk away!

Ever since Connie and Wash rose through the ranks of the Freelancer leader-board Things had changed. Not only in the way the lower ranking freelancers spoke and acted to them, but properly meeting the single digit ones face to face. Normally it wouldn't be so much of a drastic change but it had happened so suddenly and there was no way she could have braced herself for it. Suddenly...colour. Bright, vibrant purples, greens and yellows, the deep rich brown of her own armour. The blood was pumping loud in her ears in the wake of their first meeting as a group. Sweet Jesus she did not need this now.

Perhaps the worst part of the awakening or whatever it was really called, was that she had no idea who had triggered it. Not Wash, or else this would have happened already...but who else in that meeting was only now seeing colour too?

And why not?!

[Lance stops in his tracks, even though his mind is screaming at him to just run away. He doesn't want to deal with this right now, if ever. Keith's probably figured it out after what he just said.]

Look, I get it, alright? You don't... I mean, you didn't even remember who I was when we met again! Even though it was before I realized--that I figured out that--it still hurt, okay?

What, disappointed you can't run it through a Game too?

[ Subconsciously, he must have known. Or at least thought he knew. Kids get crushes, but maybe he was just young, stupid, and didn't really know any better. Carl grew up hearing stories about how his mom and dad met- that meeting your soulmate was this magical experience that most people go through that completely changes your life. The chances of finding a soulmate now? Probably a thousand to one.

It's hard not to have a crush on an older girl- especially one as nice as Beth. She went through a lot- just like he did. Their friendship grew as their cobbled together family made its way to the prison. Everything happened quickly after that. The others in the prison, clearing out the courtyard... Mom.. Judith. Thank god for Beth and Maggie taking care of Judith the way they did. The two of them grew closer while caring for her. Things start to be okay.

Everything gets completely screwed up between when the Governor attacks the first time and when he comes back.. It's all chaos and most of them get separated. They eventually meet up, but not without their losses. That's all their group seems to do anymore. Lose people. Carl's glad to have Beth back- he didn't know if he'd see her again after they got separated. It feels more like home with all of them together. Not quite so broken.

He had yet to actually see her, but she was back with them. Carl is on his way to relieve Tara on guard duty when he spots Beth, and he wonders if this is what it feels like when time stops. It feels like everything is muted, except for her. Her chest is glowing like the sun- bright and warm, and Carl is dully aware that his own is doing much the same.

Beth moves before he does, grabbing his hand and dragging him into the space between two vacant houses. He had all but pushed aside the possibility that he even had a soulmate, anymore. This is.. startling? Amazing? They were soulmates. With his hand on her chest, his fingers curl lightly into her shirt and he smiles a little disbelievingly. ]

It's really good to see you, Beth.

[ Getting his to stop was a step in the right direction at least. Letting Lance speak Keith let out a breath before he shook his head. ]

Really? It took me a moment to remember who you were yeah, but I had been out of the Garrison for how long? Besides I was sort of preoccupied with getting Shiro out of there. So I-you know what no...

[ Keith ran a hand through his own hair agitated, he hadn't realized something that small could effect Lance. ]

Look, that's in the past okay. I would think all the shit we've been through would trump that.

And yeah, I get I'm not exactly what you probably expected but I mean...

[ Shit, he was all full of fire and emotion and now here he was not sure what to say. What was he supposed to say now? ]

Never mind just....don't say stupid shit like I don't care. I...I do...I just...

[ He just didn't know how to show it. Not when Lance was always hard edges and sharp barbs with him. ]

Every time I try and be nice to you or try and show that I care you blow me off...or I get over shadowed by something else. I get that I'm not what you want but that doesn't mean you have to be such a dick. Even to get my attention...I mean...it's sort of hard not to notice you.

[ He scowls at the question, though he directs it at the glass. He finds that a lot of his problems end up getting solved at the bottom of a glass, but this time, he doesn’t seem to have any such luck. It made things dull, indistinct around the edges. Made things blurry, muted the feelings Brae is broadcasting out to him, but otherwise – they’re still in that first square. Still haven’t passed Go. ]

I dunno.

[ He doesn’t know a lot, though he bullshits his way through it, most of the time. Apparently that’s not in the cards today. ]

Keep tabs on each other? Vid calls? Meet up every couple months?

[ The words are half grumbled. This whole mess has him frustrated, has him wound up in weird, intricate knots that even the booze has failed to loosen. He spins the glass this time like a top. ]

‘S not like I’ve got a much better handle on this than you do.

Sorry. [ Alec doesn’t sound sorry at all, dropping his camouflage in mid-shrug. ] I’m having a rough morning.

[ Well, now he’s done it. He should have warded the alley against sound while Peter was inside. One more stupid mistake to add to what is becoming an aggravatingly long list of mistakes. What’s done is done, or what’s not does is not done in this case, and they’re just going to have to do this the old fashioned way.

To Kove, he says, ]

My friend here is gonna take his hand off your mouth. If you even think about screaming, I’ll set you on fire and you can spend the last couple seconds of your miserable life screaming.

[ With his free hand, he reaches around so Kove can see, and with a snap of his fingers, a small flame flares to life in his palm. ] Sound good?

[Lance is a lot more sensitive than he lets on. Something that small to anyone else is huge to him, especially when it's from a guy he used to have a massive crush on, even before he knew they were soulmates.]

Not what I...what do you mean, not what I want? I just... I always figured you didn't even like me, so at least if you didn't like me, I'd still get some kind of attention from you. And if that's all I was going to get in life, then so be it.

[He rubs at his left arm. It feels like his mark is on fire.]

[ Listening Keith's look went from confused to dead pan. Why, why was his soulmate such an idiot? Sighing Keith rubbed his face, catching the way Lance rubbed at his arm through his fingers. ]

I did't know you well enough to like you or not Lance...I...

[ He didn't let people close, but that was sort of a lie. Sure he'd noticed the joker in their class. The guy who tried so hard to be liked and tried just as hard as a pilot, no matter how terrible he was. It was endearing. ]

How long have you known it was me?

For a while. A long while.

[He can't quite meet Keith's eyes.]

I put the pieces together not long after we formed Voltron for the first time. Remember, when Allura had us do that training exercise with those weird psychic crown things? For us to focus our minds and open them up to each other?

[He hears the guy before he sees him. Loud footsteps rushing into the lobby area. Looking up Hunk raises a curious eyebrow as his new roommate comes to a sudden stop in front of him. First impression?

Probably going to hear him rushing around, late for something all year.

Second one?

He was totally Hunk's type when it came to guys.

Shit.

Absentmindedly scratching at his tattoo, Hunk grinned in amusement, swinging a set of keys around a finger before holding them out to their new owner.]

The RA had a meeting to go to, so she left your set with me. Name's Hunk.

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[...Hunk is right. A fitting name. Yes, a very fitting name.

Lance clears his throat before taking the keys, giving him a little grin.]

Lance. Good to meet you, my new buddy.

[Hunk has it right, though--he definitely will end up hearing Lance rushing about in the mornings. He never really was a morning person.]

Horribly so. It was on track to be a fine Reaper, too.

Yeah, I remember.

[ How could he forget. It was uncomfortable for him to know that there were others looking into his mind in some weird way. But at the same time not having secrets was nice, it meant that he could trust the all. ]

So you somehow figured it out then?

[ Keith shifted, hand scratching at his right arm. ]

What...what does yours look like?

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