Summary: Y/N is dead and she left three soul mates lost in their life. Word Count: 8040 Pairings: Clark Kent x Reader, Barry Allen x Reader, Bruce Wayne x Reader. WARNINGS: LOTS OF ANGST, swearing, making something against someone’s will (don’t know if that counts as a warning, but just in case) A/N: Sooo sorry for keeping you waiting, but ‘Good things come for those who wait!’ and here you have a little over EIGHT THOUSAND WORDS. I’m so proud of myself. ENJOY THE ANGST, DEARIES!
couldn’t keep your voice out of his head, just repeating time after time:
trust him, you didn’t think he would be there, you lost the faith you once had
on him… and it hurt like hell to know that you were right to lose your faith in
him. The video of your torturing and… eventual death had really affected him.
When he saw your death… he couldn’t stop crying because he had saved thousands
of unimportant girls falling off buildings but he wasn’t there to save you, the
love of his life, his true soulmate.
you and that was so clear at the beginning of your relationship, he just
couldn’t understand how it stopped to be clear. He used to show you much he
adored you, how much he loved you… until Lois appeared. He didn’t blame Lois,
of course he didn’t; he blamed himself.
You were a
miracle, that much he always knew. He used to think that he would never find
his soulmate in this world since he was from another one; no matter how much
Martha had insisted on how the color of the heartline clearly stated that his
soulmate was alive, he didn’t believe it. He thought he was condemned to be
alone for the rest of his life, until you came into the picture. One day you
just fell in the middle of the street and no one but him, offered to help you
get all of your papers back into their folders.
“Thanks” you smiled to him when he gave you the
“No problem, miss” he answered with a smile, too.
“I’m on a bit of a rush now, but I feel like I should really give you something
in exchange for your help, so would you like to go get a cup of coffee
sometime?” you mumbled this under your breath, afraid of him rejecting you… but
there was no way in hell he could reject someone as cute as you.
“Although I don’t think you need to thank me anymore, I would love to have a
cup of coffee” he smiled, hearing to your heartbeat going faster.
“Oh!” you answered surprised and then smiled the way he would soon just love
“Well, the name is Y/N and…” you said while placing down all of your papers
carefully just to take a blank sheet of paper “Do you have something to write
with?” you asked and he desperately searched in his pockets for his pen, to
finally give it to you when he found it a minute later “Thanks!” you said
whilst you scribbled something down on the paper. When you finished, you gave
him both the paper and the pen. He took them a little bit confused and watched
you as you took your folders from the floor “And that is my phone number… um,
sorry, but what’s your name again?” you asked a little embarrassed. He found
you to be extremely fascinating.
“Clark, my name’s Clark Kent” he stretched his hand as a reflex.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you Clark” you said while grabbing his hand.
The moment your hand touched his, you both felt like an electric current going
down your bodies. You both looked down to your laced hands and saw how one of
your heartlines from your right hand illuminated, while his left one shined as
bright as yours.
“Seems like the pleasure is all mine, Y/N” he smiled, still holding your hand.
“It also seems like that coffee is going to be moved to right now” you answered
with a glint in your eyes.
“I thought you were in a hurry?”
“I was just going to meet my publisher, no big deal. We can meet tomorrow after
I learned everything about my new found soulmate” your smile was making his heart
“I would love to tell you everything about me, if you correspond” he said being
a little flirty. In reality, he would wait a couple of months to tell you his
secret. After all, he wouldn’t want to scare you.
“You just got yourself a deal” you winked at him while grabbing your phone to
tell your publisher you wouldn’t make it.