(I don’t think anyone’s done it yet, and it feels like a bit of an injustice that it doesn’t exist. If it does, I’m sorry.)
Person A and B are the children of different kings/lords/chieftains/general rulers.
Both their kingdoms are at war with a common enemy, so to ensure that they both have a chance at winning, A and B are arranged to be married to ensure peace between the two lands.
Neither of them are overly against it, because they know they’re screwed without this alliance and are deeply loyal to their people, but they’re both hesitant about their spouse because they’ve never met.
They hit it off immediately after the marriage
Or they take things slow and start off as friends (if you’re a slow burn type)
They find out they have the same quirks and complement each other
A might like to practice fighting while B might like medicine and study
A helps B sneak out and away form the guards always following them and causes the whole alliance to panic
They snuck out for something silly like a picnic or a hike
B is a little more hesitant about sharing a room with A, but has insomnia or something and wanted to talk to A until they got tired
One thing led to another, and they’re both cuddling by morning
“I’m just saying, most people have it figured out by 18.” He complained. Connor rolled his eyes but kept quiet. He’d had this argument too many times.
“Larry.” Cynthia tried to shush him to avoid a fight. “Let him be.”
“But Cynthia, he’s 18 already, he should have found his soulmate by now!” Larry continued on. “It’s just how it goes! I don’t understand why he has to be so different!”
That’s when Connor had enough.
“Unbelievable.” He muttered as he got up from the breakfast table. “Sorry to disappoint you, Larry, but this stupid thing isn’t exactly a map.” He half-yelled while pointing at his soulmate tattoo. “You got off easy! You guys have halves of the same picture! Zoe’s been dating for years because so many people have stars and she convinced herself they’re all the same, but now she figured out there’s a person who has the same styled stars she does! The font! The freaking font is the same! Good for her! But this?” Connor points to his arm again, “I’ve never seen this damn tree in my life, except on my arm. I’m not sure it even exists! Maybe it’s a fluke! Either way, I can’t change it, I was BORN with it! If anything, be mad at the universe. Just get off my back!”
Connor finally finished his rant, grabbed his jacket and walked out of the house. All of the things he told Larry, were all things he’d tried to explain to him before. He just wouldn’t get it.
The societal pressure to find your soulmate, the person to complete you and make you happy, was… A lot. And Larry was right, most people met their soulmates in their teenage years. Of course there were exceptions, so Connor being 18 and without a soulmate shouldn’t be the end of the world, but in Larry’s mind, like always, Connor not being exactly who he wanted him to be, was disappointing.
When Zoe found her soulmate, only 6 months ago, Larry was happy for her and then immediately questioned how come Connor, the older brother, hadn’t found his.
Connor kicked an empty beer can as he stomped towards his high school. He didn’t want to admit it to Larry, but the constant nagging got to him. He started getting nervous about his soulmate too. Maybe they didn’t exist? It would make sense. Connor’s soulmate tattoo was strange compared to most’s.
Most soulmate tattoos were either halves of the same picture, similar by design or soulmates would have a tattoo representing the other.
Connor’s tattoo was the most unreal looking tree he’d ever seen. The concept of a tree as a soulmate tattoo alone was quite unusual, and the tree on Connor’s arm was indeed strange. It looked almost cartoon like, with a too straight of a trunk and strange little twigs holding all the strange little leaves above the whole tree.
All his life, Connor would be on the look out for a tree like that, but he’d never seen one. He started to believe that this kind of tree didn’t exist and therefore his soulmate wouldn’t either.
Great. It was barely 8am and Connor was in a foul mood. Maybe being at school wasn’t such a good idea.
“Hey Murphy, looking murderous as usual!” Came an annoying voice somewhere in front of Connor in the hall. Kleinman…
“What the fuck do you want now, Kleinman?” Connor murmured a reply.
“Nothin’. Just making conversation.” Kleinman smirked back.
“Well go do it somewhere else.” Connor shot back. Kleinman got on his nerves and he seemed to enjoy it.
Kleinman lifted his arms in a defensive manner.
“Geez okay, no need to make me the first target of your school shooting!”
Connor saw red. He knew he wasn’t a nice guy, but fuck did Kleinman have the nerve to call him a-
“Jared, stop…” Came a quiet, frankly scared sounding voice.
Surprised, Connor lifted his head to see a nervous looking boy standing slightly behind Kleinman.
Hansen, was it?
“What? I’m just saying-”
“Fuck off, Kleinman. I mean it.” Connor spit out before he could stop himself. It had been a bad morning and it wouldn’t take much to get him angry enough for physical confrontation.
Kleinman rolled his eyes and then turned around to walk the hallway to the opposite direction. “That is why you shouldn’t do drugs, kids!” He screamed, pointing at Connor while he went.
“Fucking asshole…” Connor muttered under his breath to not particularly anyone.
Connor felt a presence and turned his head to see Hansen still standing there, a step closer to Connor than he was before, looking extremely nervous. That seems to be the kid’s branding.
“What are you looking at?” Connor asked, immediately regretting his angry tone. After all, the kid had defended him, if you could call it that.
“I- uh, I just-t wanted to ssay sorry.” Came the reply.
“Why?” Connor asked, genuinely confused.
“F-for Jared, I mean. He- he can be…” Hansen tried to explain but Connor cut in.
Hansen blushed. “I- well, uh, yeah, but see, he-he’s not t-terrible, he’s just…” Hansen struggled to find a word and then finally settled for: “Jared.”
Connor huffed out a small laugh. “Sure. Still, it’s not your problem, you don’t have to apologize for him.”
Hansen blushed again. Another thing he seemed to do quite a lot.
“I know, I just… It was, you know, un-uncalled for. So… Yeah.” He mumbled.
“Well, it’s all cool, dude.” Connor replied, trying to reassure the visibly nervous boy.
Hansen seemed pleased by this. “Okay. Well. C-cool?” He replied, turning away from Connor, but he seemed hesitant. After a few seconds he turned around to face Connor again.
“B-by the way, I uh, I like your tattoo.” He finally said.
That made Connor freeze in his spot. He glanced at his arm, where the tattoo on his forearm was visible, since he had his sleeve rolled up.
“You… You do?” He asked, completely unsure how to react.
“Yeah.” Hansen said, now seeming a bit more confident in his speech. “Dragon’s blood tree is one of my favorites.”
Connor felt like he couldn’t breathe. “The what?”
Hansen took a step closer to Connor and pointed at his tattoo. “Dragon’s blood tree? Dracena Cinnibaris. It’s one of my favorite species. It naturally only exists in one place on the earth. Some say it looks alien, like it doesn’t belong on earth, but I… I really like it.” He explained with weird passion in his voice.
Connor couldn’t find words. Never had anyone commented on his tattoo, other than to ask what the hell it was. This Hansen kid actually knew what it was and it meant something to him and it seemed like his love for the tree wasn’t very trivial either. Wait… It meant something to him…
“Well, anyway… I should- I should get to class. So, uh, bye.” Hansen mumbled before finally walking away. All Connor could do was stare at his blue shirt disappearing into the crowded hallway.
The bell rang. Connor still didn’t move.
Finally, as the reality of what just happened dawned on him, he found his words again.
“Holy fucking hell.”
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