Commissioned by @unashamed-shipper! Here’s a soulmate!AU for you Audrey! With permission, I think I might actually want to continue this! As a longer one-shot or a mini-series! Free of charge, of course! (it was hard to stay within the word count and this seemed like a good cut off lol)
Natsu thinks that buying flowers would be a whole lot
simpler if he could actually see what
he’s buying. Sure, the flower looks nice, but he has no idea what color it is.
Not that knowing would matter much. He can’t see color, after all—no one can,
not until they meet their quote unquote soulmate. Natsu thinks that’s just a
load of crap that his parents made up to make him feel better about being
colorblind. He wishes they would just tell him the truth about it, instead of
lying to make him feel better. Sure, having someone be his other half—his
better half—sounds wonderful and thrilling, but it’s all just a big lie. He can
handle seeing in shades of gray for the rest of his life. What he can’t handle
is holding out hope for someone that doesn’t exist.
Huffing to himself, Natsu releases the flower he’s been
looking at—some sort of rose, he thinks—and runs a frustrated hand through his
hair. He doesn’t know why he makes this so hard for himself—why he spends so
much time weaving the isles of Nova, the little flower shop only a few blocks
down from his apartment. He always ends up buying the same flowers for his mother
anyway. Hours and hours of walking through this shop and he always buys the
same damn thing.
If he could see in color, this shop would probably be rather
cozy. There’s greenery everywhere: vines hanging from hooks on the walls, row
and rows of bright flowers, a galaxy painted on the ceiling in great swirls and
littered with stars. If only he could appreciate all of it. Instead, this shop
is dark. The shades of gray are too much and the smells hurt his nose.
Today is different though. He walked into the shop expecting
to see Sorano or Yukino sitting up at the front—maybe even Loke, on a good day—but
the first thing he saw upon entering the shop was someone new. A small, pretty thing
with a smile that lit up the room when she saw him. For a moment, he lost his
breath, unable to even think as her eyes met his and her lips curved up at the
edges beautifully. Something bright had flickered across his vision for just a
second and he stumbled, careening into a shelf of flower pots and nearly knocking
them to the ground.
By the time he looked up again she was back to watering a
small lemon tree sitting on the front counter.
Heading over to a row of large flowers, Natsu looks for the
familiar shade of gray that he always gets. It’s a decently light color,
probably something yellow or pink. His mother never seems to complain about
them, so he thinks he’s been doing a pretty good job. After four years, he’d
like to think his mother would tell him if she didn’t like the flowers.
Though, maybe that’s her trying to spare his feeling—just
like his colorblindness.
Natsu sighs and grabs the pretty flowers, cradling them
gently in his palm. Casting a quick glance towards the girl at the register,
his grip tightens on the stems unconsciously, his palms suddenly feeling clammy
with sweat. As if she can feel his gaze, the girl’s head snaps up, her eyes immediately
locking with his, her lips twitching.
There’s another flash in his vision, this time accompanied
by a shock of pain in the base of his skull. Natsu rips his gaze away from
hers, eyes squeezing shut tightly as he grits his teeth, hissing through them.
The girl gasps in time with him, but he can’t bring himself to look at her and
find out why. He’s not sure what’s happening to him. Nothing like this has ever
happened before—not even once in his twenty-two years of life.
It shouldn’t physically hurt
to look at someone.
The pain is gone just as suddenly as it was there, almost as
if it never happened.
Natsu releases a shaky breath, the sound oddly loud in the
silent shop. Swallowing thickly, Natsu steels his nerves and shakes away his
confusion. He can worry about it later. A moment later, he finds himself
standing in front of the register, a dirt speckled counter the only thing separating
him from her.
She doesn’t look at him as steps up to the counter, her gaze
focused on the flowers in his hand, and something tugs at his gut
uncomfortably, his throat tightening with some emotion he doesn’t understand.
“Peonies,” she says suddenly, glancing up at him. Her eyes
lock with Natsu’s shocked ones and suddenly his heart rate skyrockets, the
muscle trying to tear straight from his chest. He holds her gaze, the back of
his head beginning to throb with pain unexpectedly. This time he doesn’t look
away. The girl winces, but holds his gaze with hers, her eyes suddenly brighter
than they were before.
The pain travels to his temple, but he ignores it. “What?”
he murmurs back after several long seconds, his tongue feeling heavy in his
Her lips quirk up into a smile that drags the breath from
his lungs. “Peonies,” she repeats, nodding to the flowers in his hand. He doesn’t
look away and neither does she. “They mean good fortune and a happy marriage,”
she explains to him. He can barely hear her over the blood rushing through his
ears, his heart beginning to beat out of control.
The pain behind his eyes is burning him and he can feel
tears beginning to gather in the corner of his eyes. He bites his tongue
harshly, attempting to ignore the intense feeling. Her eyes are glossy as well,
but doesn’t have the faintest idea why.
“It’s my parent’s anniversary,” he blurts, sucking in a
ragged breath as the pain doubles it’s efforts, nearly driving him over the
She exhales a shaky little breath as she reaches out for the
flowers to wrap them. “Well, I’m sure they’ll love this.” Her fingers brush
against his, barely ghosting over his skin and there’s a sharp sting behind his
eyes—almost like a shock. He grits his teeth to keep from crying out, his eyes
slamming shut as the sting tears through his almost violently. She gasps, a
strangled sound leaving her throat, and Natsu forces his eyes to open—to make
sure she’s okay.
Soulmate edit I made where klaus sees her in colour first, and for a long time, and then Hayley does. And then they finally gave in and look each other in the eyes and everything is colour…… If only…. Btw would be grateful If someone wrote a one-shot about this…..
OTP: “Hello we are best friend.” Shipper: “SHIP.” OTP: *complimenting each other* Shippers: “OMG THEY MUST BE FUCKING.” OTP: *making eye contact* Shippers: “OMG SOMEONE’S GONNA GET PREGNANT.” OTP: *wishing each others to find a soulmate soon* Shippers: “SHUT UP AND KISS ALREADY.”