((So, this has been haunting me for more than half a year now. It’s essentially the line out for a fic that I desperately want to write but probably never will. I’ve got the idea from this story (it’s lashton), so there are probably some parallels between my layout and that story, but everything down there has been carefully built up by me. I’ve left some crossed out things and notes for myself in this, to remind me of the development, and I was too lazy to delete them, so please just ignore it.))
Soulmate AU: when you touch or get touched by your soulmate, you get a
tattoo sign called “the soulmate touch” there (the tattoo sign could be literally anything from tribal over flowers to animals or whatever).
Michael is living a normal life
together with his two best friends Calum and Ashton, who are soulmates with some shallow friendships, but in general he’s a recluse and a bit of a loner and spends most of his time at home playing video games and fucking around on his guitar and listening to music at top volume.
One day, he’s sitting on the couch listening to the radio (cause his mum turned it on while getting ready to meet up with her girls poker round and just didn’t turn it off when she left and Michael was too lazy to get up so he just keeps listening though he doesn’t really like it that much) when they introduce some
new shining star from Australia in the singer and songwriter business local kid that’s aspiring a career in the singer and songwriter business, Luke Hemmings. It’s a radio show programme where they just present such local kids and bands and try to get them more recognition so they can have their big breakthrough.
already has some weird feelings while listening to Luke talking is instantly charmed the second Luke starts talking and he’s just the right amount of smooth and awkward (like you can see the potential he has for being a smooth talker and a crowd charmer but he’s not quite there yet, still a bit too nervous and shaky and simply missing the experience and wit of someone having performed for a long time), but when he starts singing one of his songs, it’s like something from another planet.
instantly truly, madly, deeply in love with the song and the melody and lyrics and he kinda wants to wrap that song around him and sleep in it and burrow himself in it until you can’t tell him apart from that song, until it melts into his skin and paints the most beautiful scenes onto him and he wants this voice to sing him to sleep every night, to stitch him up when he’s falling apart, to make him fall apart in only the best ways and he’s feeling hothothot and coldcoldcold at the same time and he’s got that weird burning and stinging feeling in his ears and he’s with Calum and Ashton (who are soulmates – that lucky bastards) at that time, who just stare wide-eyed and with mouths gaping open at his ears he feels them throb and itch so he puts his hands over them and curls in on himself until they stop. He’s feeling both euphoric and wretched and it’s confusing him to no end because while it was a good song, it shouldn’t evoke such feelings, right?!
But then his ears start feeling normal again and he kinda forgets about it until later, when his mum comes home, a bit tipsy and giggly and when she sees him her handbag and jaw both drop and she’s like “MICHAEL GORDON CLIFFORD DID YOU LEAVE THE HOUSE I TOLD YOU TO TELL ME WHEN YOU DO THAT AND WHAT EXACTLY DID YOU DO WITH YOUR SOULMATE THAT YOUR SIGNS ARE GROWING OUT OF YOUR EARS” and Michael’s just like “what the hell mother what are you talking about” and she just points him to the mirror and when he looks into it he’s like “SHIT FUCK FUCK GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKING HELL FUCK SON OF A BITCH SHIT FUCK” because of course he would be the odd one that gets his soulmate
tattoo touch from listening to a song. (and his tattoo sign is like music notes and daisies growing out of his ears, really intricate and delicate and somehow fluffy and soft looking)
But ok, it’s totally fine, he can totally work with the fact that his soulmate
is famous maybe will be famous and that he doesn’t even know where to find him (except for somewhere in Sydney, Australia which is really fucking precise and would you please notice his sarcasm here thanks) and that they’ll probably never meet and that he’ll be alone forever and ever and oh god curling up in bed andburrowing under a blanket while wallowing in self-pity and just generally feeling miserable sounds rather attractive right now.
His mum comforts him with pizza and cuddles him like she did when he was little and sick and he feels a bit better but still not okay, never okay.
And at first, he tries everything to meet Luke. He listens to the radio nearly every day, he follows his facebook page and his youtube channel and his myspace page (even though he’s too much of a chickenshit to actually talk to him – every time his mum says that he should just start talking to him even if he doesn’t want to just straight up tell him “hey I’m you’re soulmate let’s marry?” (like she suggested jokingly at first) he just says that he wants to tell him that face to face and that he also wants the first impression Luke has of him to be of the real him and not some words on a screen (which is only half the truth but his mum doesn’t need to know how much of a coward her son really is)) and when he plays at some event he always makes plans to go.
Sadly, he can’t make anything of these plans because there’s always something going wrong (he was too late with buying tickets cause he didn’t thought he needed one until one of his classmates who went there pointed it out to him, he didn’t have enough money for the tickets, he was visiting his aunt (for a freaking week!!!! He could have killed his relatives for making a “let’s get to know each other really well because we can’t be relatives without knowing each other’s darkest secrets” week), he was too young for the pub Luke was playing in (ridiculous, considering that Luke’s even younger than him) and so on), and when finally, finally everything works out, Luke has grown into a little popstar. Not internationally, no, but he’s already well known all over Australia and has lots and lots of teenage girls screaming his name and his lyrics and he even headlines sometimes. Michael is actually a bit sad about that (even though he’s mostly just happy for Luke) because that’s narrowing down his chances of meeting Luke and convincing him that they’re soulmates (not that he would really need to convince him – a simple touch and everything would be clear), and also there’s always that small splinter of fear burrowed deep in his heart that Luke might find someone better than him – might find some girl he could be happy with; that he will be one of those who don’t need their soulmate to be happy and choose someone else over their soulmate (like is father has done after impregnating his mother).
Still, he goes to the show and he enjoys it massively (not least because he finally got to see Luke in the flesh and especially while he was performing, which he was absolutely born to do), and he meets Ashton and Calum there, two soulmates who are really sweet and really in love and who seem to have adopted him after one look because they don’t leave his side for a second. They even stay outside with him to wait for Luke, who’s known for coming outside after shows to sign stuff and take photos.
And Luke eventually does come out, but there’s a big crowd and Michael stands at the very back and the longer it takes, the more frustrated he gets. Suddenly, Luke’s manager gives him a sign and Luke apologises and says that he can’t stay any longer and that he’s really devastated that he can’t sign everything and take photos with everyone. Michael’s heart stops for a second and then he’s yelling Luke’s name and trying to fight his way up front but everyone just starts screaming and yelling and booing and awing in that second so Michael gets drowned out and he isn’t fast enough, even though for a second it seems as if Luke’s heard him, he slows down with a confused frown on his face, seemingly trying to listen to some specific noise he just heard, turns around halfway and Michael hopes with all his heart that he heard him and that he might still manage to reach him, but then Luke’s manager calls a second time and Luke just shakes his head as if to get rid of something, facial expression smoothing out again and he turns back and walks away.
Michael just breaks down after that, crying, and as if through a miracle, Ashton and Calum find him again and take him to some 24-hours-opened Diner where they treat him to a milkshake and force him to spit out his story. He expects them to take their things and leave him after he finished, because let’s be honest – Michael himself definitely wouldn’t believe it if that motherfucking cliché story didn’t fucking happen to him and left him with brandings on his ears. But surprisingly they believe him and stay, comforting him like his mother did. (and years later, when Michael asks Ashton how they knew he was telling the truth, he just smiles softly and says, “Someone who loves just sees these things”, leaving Michael to chase him with a “stop being so mysterious you wanker!!!” or something)
And after that he just really avoids everything that has to do with the unnameable because while he knows that people like him just tend to soak up everything their soulmate says/does and find comfort in this (he did it himself), he now just feels even worse when he looks at his soulmate’s perfect face onscreen, knowing that he probably won’t ever meet him in real life, and that makes him want to throw up out of loneliness and sorrow and self-pity. (And at this point he could forget about contacting Luke online, because when he went onto Luke’s fanpages, nearly half of the comments were literally just messages of “Luke, I’m your soulmate, let’s meet up!” in various states of capitalisation and exclamation marks.)
So he just lives in denial for a few years (like four or something) until he accidentally bumps into some weird hooded kid with sunglasses (like who the fuck wears sunglasses inside?? Wannabe-rockstar much) in a Starbucks (and really fuck you Cashton for being such annoying friends, he’s been third-wheeling for them for years now, the least they could do was being considerate for once and not to drag him into a coffee shop (motherfucking Starbucks nonetheless) and make him get the coffee when he doesn’t even drink coffee) and his ears burn and sting and tingle again and the boy just clutches his shoulder and takes off his sunglasses and it’s Luke (obviously) and he just tries to say something to Michael when a girl comes up to them and asks Luke for a photo and then like fifty others follow and Michael just freezes up and turns away and runs out when Luke’s attention is on the girls for a second, Cashton hot on his heels (because “what the fuck, Michael?? We didn’t even have our coffee yet!”) and Luke can’t do anything besides watching his fucking soulmate vanish and feeling really betrayed and confused and hurt and sad, as if an ice cold hand has grasped his heart and won’t let go anymore.
In the meantime Michael has run off to some park/alley/whatevs and he’s panting and trembling and sweating and nearly dry-heaving and can’t even stand anymore so he just let’s himself fall to the ground and he feels like such a failure because he had finally met the love of his life, his destined life-partner and the person he’s been longing for for years now and what did he do? He panicked and ran away (*mental face-palm*). And Cashton followed him so they kneel a bit awkwardly next to him and they don’t know if they should touch and hug him or not so they’re just hovering and ask in soft voices what had happened and Michael spills and cries and curses himself and Cashton don’t know what to do but they hug him really tightly as he breaks down completely.
And for the following week Michael just lies in his bed in his new flat (that he moved into at some point during the few years of denial about his soulmate) wishing he had never left his mother’s house and feeling awful and only eating some bits and pieces because he really doesn’t feel like eating at all and sometimes watching awful soap operas and sometimes just listening to the silence and sometimes crying and sobbing and cursing and yelling. And after a week he decides that this mourning really needs to stop and there are only so many days he can call in sick to work and he should really stop destroying himself over the things that happened (even though a long phone call with Cashton at three a.m. might have been the reason for this change of view/heart/mind/whatevs/???) and so he showers and makes a promise to himself that he’ll go to work the next day and after looking into his fridge he notices that he has run out of things to eat and when he finds that he doesn’t even have poptarts/crumpets or cereal at home he sighs and puts on his shoes to go out.
And he gets everything he needs, but needs to hurry because it’s already evening and he’s one of the last costumers at his supermarket. On his way home he passes a newsagent that’s still open and he just quickly skims over the headlines and there’s one tabloid that catches his attention because the headline is Luke Hemmings – new tattoo or soulmate found? and Michael’s heart drops and he quickly buys it, needing to know what they’ve written about this. He’s halfway through the article and both relieved and nervous – there’s no photo of Luke’s soulmate sign, but they say they have a reliable source that told them about a weird mark having appeared on Luke’s shoulder and that it’s rumoured to be a soulmate sign and now they’re speculating who the lucky girl might be and Michael’s brimming with jealousy and anxiety and he really wants to know with whom they’d like to pair Luke off – when he runs right into someone’s chest and that someone’s a bit larger and both a lot broader and more stable than Michael, so he’s the only one who lands his ass on the floor (Michael scolds himself because obviously he knows that reading while walking is never a good idea but Luke’s distracting him that much that he just forgets everything around him). Thankfully his groceries didn’t fall out of their bags and so he just stands awkwardly again and mumbles out some quick apology and looks up and finds himself staring at Luke fucking Hemming’s face.
And he’s wearing a hoodie again to hide behind it a bit, but no sunglasses this time and Michael is so mesmerised by these eyes that he really just stares at his face open-mouthed and completely caught off-guard. And when he comes back to himself (which feels as if hours have passed, while in reality it has been mere seconds) he tenses up because it’s his soulmate standing in front of him and he just ran away the last time – the first time – they saw each other and he just feels so ashamed and his face is burning red and he feels his body gearing up to run again and he’s panicking a bit because he wants to stop running, but Luke seems to have noticed that he was on the verge of running again and just grasps his wrist and holds him in place and oh dear lord, his touch feels so damn good it should be illegal. Michael’s ears are tingling a bit again and it just feels amazing and exciting and a little arousing even and he knows now why people are always craving the touch of their soulmates.
And they just look at each other for a while, taking each other in, and then Luke says, “We need to talk” and Michael answers with “I know” and they just sit down on the pavement because there’s no other [sitting possibility in seeing range (-> possibly not correct English way of saying this, needs to be rephrased)] and none of them wants to bother go looking for one. And Luke just starts talking about how hurt he was and still is and that this is making him very sad and that the fact that Michael already has a soulmate complicates his whole life but that he’s willing to work with what’s there and that he’d love to try being friends because even if they can’t be lovers he’d like for Michael to be a presence in his life and for himself to play at least a tiny role in Michael’s life. And Michael’s just sitting there, thinking “fuck fuck fuck how do I phrase this correctly how can I clear up this mess” and in the end he solves it by just blurting out “I don’t have another soulmate, you’re my soulmate”, which Luke doesn’t believe in the beginning, so Michael just tells him the whole story.
And Luke just thinks silently for quite some time, which makes Michael a bit anxious, and then he just says “You know you could have just contacted me, I might would have needed a bit convincing but in the end I’d have met up with you and then both you and I wouldn’t have had (-> ?? Not sure that’s the correct tense, needs to be thought about) to feel the way we did”, but it’s soft and more forgiving than anything else really and Michael’s eyes are already brimming with tears again (and seriously he’s such a crybaby that needs to change) and he just throws himself into a surprised Luke’s arms because he really needs to touch him and just whispers “I’m so, so, so glad that we still found each other in the end” and Luke just laughs softly and wraps his arms really tightly around Michael and they keep sitting that way for a long time, grocery bags around them and Michael sitting in Luke’s lap, hugging. They’ll need to figure out the rest sometime, but for now it’s enough that they finally have each other.
Okay, that was it, I really hope you liked it Andie!! (and if you want to, you can publish this, I’d be okay with that. It would be giving back a bit to your smut anons who seriously give me life)