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wherearemyglassesbro · 4 years

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Mha style quirks for h/etalia characters :) shhh....SHHH...quiet down...SHHH this is a secret

Francis: I think he’d have a quirk similar to Monoma’s where he can copy and use quirks as he fights after touching someone. He can use only one at a time but can ‘store’ five for 5 minutes each. I like to think of him pretending to be hurt in order to touch whoever he’s sparring with *cougharthurcough* to get their quirk. It’s kinda cheating but who cares! The only classmates that can really beat him are those who have quirks where they can shoot things at him or where they can fight from afar to do damage that way otherwise he’ll use their powers against them :0 the worst thing that could happen to him though is that he runs out of time with all of his ‘borrowed’ quirks and now he has nothing to fight with at all...uh oh. If a teammate lets him touch them then he’s fine :)

Alfred: Uhhh Al can hulk out kinda but his quick is called ‘rodeo’ cause he becomes like...a bull. Like his upper half gets huge and he just fuckin bulldozes people down with no mercy. He holds back in training just cause he doesn’t want to hurt his friends cause he WILL cry if he does lmao but if it were a real fight he could easily knock someone out. He can carry his classmates with ease, lift heavy things without breaking a sweat, that kind of stuff! Pretty much the ultimate himbo of his class :) but he isn’t stupid he’s very good at coming up with strategies. You better go see him play football. It almost isn’t fair that he even gets to play cause he’s so strong but he tones it down to ‘play fair’...as fair as it can be :)

Laura: Laura is pretty much made of rubber! If she jumps off of a high surface she’ll bounce, if you hit her she’ll bounce back, if you shoot her she bullet will bounce back too but leave a bruise. She is definitely hero material! She can easily save people from crumbling buildings or from things falling on them cause she absorbs the blow. Her speed and punches arent fantastic but when whoever she’s fighting with gets tired after trying to punch her over and over, she can win with a few well aimed blows! Her weakness is heat for sure, she’ll start to melt kinda which is pretty painful so if fire is involved, she keeps her distance and works on crowd control

Vlad: (tw blood) Vlad can manipulate blood and wounds, which is a very scary quirk to have. If you don’t have wounds he can’t really do much other than lower or raise your blood pressure which is scary either way it if you have a cut or scrape he can manipulate it to turn into a huge gash that’ll bleed out quick. At the same time, he’s good to have on your team cause he can close wounds too and stop bleeding from occurring, it goes both ways. The only downside is that he has to be within a few feet of the person he wants to damage/heal so he has to get a bit too close for comfort. With his friends, he’s very kind and nurturing though!!! If you got a paper cut he’d fix it right up for you!! At the same time, he’s also gotten in trouble for widening other people’s paper cuts or skinned knees on purpose just cause he didn’t like them lmao

Arthur: Art is also dangerous, his quirk is that he can shoot acid out of glands on his wrists. (Yes Spider-Man is my inspiration here). He can shoot it a few meters! And it’s potent too like it’ll give you chemical burns if it touches you. He keeps his wrists bandaged up at all times unless he’s training or fighting just in case acid leaks out by accident. He’d feel terrible if he hurt someone like that, he did it to his mum once and flipped out even though it wasn’t a big deal to her. Art’s little brother Peter made him thick, fabric cuffs for his wrists with minion fabric...he wears them when his family comes to visit. When he fights or spars with classmates he is always annoyed when Francis borrows his quirk cause he’s terrified that he’ll hurt someone by accident. Art himself took a long time to effectively figure his quirk out cause it’s so strange, he knows that that frog slurper has no clue how to use it!!! Ugh!

Michelle: Michelle can essentially melt herself or parts of herself down into a liquidy sludge. She can move around as the sludge too. She can go through cracks in the ground, under doors, through the tiniest crack in a wall to get into a building, through vents, you name it! Her quirk is very helpful!! If an enemy stepped on her while she was in goop form, they’d slip and fall! Or if she gloop-ified her hand and stuck it in their eyes or face they’d be blinded and she could fight like that!! Her quirk isn’t really something she can use for hand to hand fighting but she’s still a useful teammate!! A scary looking side effect of her quirk is when she cries, her tears are just goopy green sludge :0 yuck. I mean- not yuck!!! Cool!! Haaa...

Antonio: Toni is pretty much Mrs Incredible. He’s stretchy and go a big ass so. Uh huh. He is a fantastic fighter, he knows his abilities well and the way he maneuvers himself around in whatever shape he’s taking always looks so practiced even if he’s literally a triangle or a parachute. He tangles enemies in his arms or sucker punches them from meters away (uh huh we’re using meters) and gosh dang!! He’s a hard hitter!! He is excited to be a hero :) he’s also a fantastic friend cause he can reach high places, unlock your car from the inside by sticking his hand in there, he can be a trampoline, dude whatever. His favorite pass time is tapping Arthurs shoulder in the hall from alllll the way down the hall from him with his long elastic arms lol. The amount of pranks this guy can pull is unlimited

Lovino: Lovino inhereted laser eyes from his father. His laser eyes are super powerful, he can cut through metal like cars or a person if he wanted to. He has the potential to be a great hero he’s just afraid of losing his freedom cause as a hero, the public eye is always on you. He joined the hero course with his brother because of the pressure from his grandpa so he’s very cold to his classmates cause he doesn’t really want to be there. Of course there’s a few that grow on him and he makes friends...shocker. Eventually, and you can already see it starting, he’ll have scars around his eyes from his quirk. His grandfather has it and his father had it too. The heat his quirk generates burns his own skin when he uses it so he tries not to use it outside of training and fighting. He wears sunglasses inside so people don’t look at his eyes...He’s a bit self concious about it even though he has very beautiful eyes :(

Feli: Feli did not inherently laser eyes instead he inhereted hypnotism. His quirk is weak compared to Lovi’s but as he’s gotten older, he’s strengthened himself a lot. If you look him in the eyes, he can make you do what he wants for a few minutes. He can only control two people at a time and he has to be close to them to do it but wowie, it can be scary to fight against him cause either you have to close your eyes or you just can’t look at him while you fight. Feli isn’t much of a fighter himself but if he can make others do it, he feels better about it lmao. He also wears sunglasses inside to avoid accidentally hypnotizing someone, he’d feel pretty bad about that

Roma: ^^^ Feli and Lovi’s grandpa who raised them. He was part of an original European pro-hero group. He, and his sons, all have eye related powers. Roma has laser vison, which Lovi inhereted. His other sons had some variant of laser vision amd X-ray vision. Feli’s hypnotizing eyes are a mix of his fathers eye related quirk and his mother’s hypnotizing quirk. Roma trained Lovi a lot but became frustrated with his grandson’s temper so he focused more on Feli. He loves his boys very much because they’re all he has left. All three of his sons are deceased and they didn’t have kids. Feli and Lovi’s dad was the eldest and his wife fled after his death. Roma is always smiling for his boys and the press but inside, he is still grieving. His laser vison is very powerful but it’s given him scars around his eyes, which itll eventually do for Lovi too. Lovi’s power is strong like his grandpas but Roma believes that his grandson is lazy and that he just isn’t training hard enough.

Yao: An original pro-hero who teaches young heroes now. He is more of a college level teacher but he does stop in to highschool level hero academies to substitute teach. His quirk is manipulating the dead. He can bring back three ghosts at a time and get them to use their quirks in a fight however, Yao becomes somewhat powerless as he controls the ghosts and admittedly, it takes a lot out of him to fight. But he’s still insanely popular cause watching him fight is mesmerizing, his skill and technique is so clean and practiced! He does demonstrations at hero academies to encourage students to be confident in their abilities as well as to never hold back in a real fight.

Gilbert: I envision Gil and Lud having quirks similar to Tenya and Tensei Iida. Gilbert has engines in his arms, making his punches bone breakingly hard omfg. He is Ludwig’s biggest fan, he’s always pushing him to be better, to train harder to fight harder. He’s always proud of him no matter what. They’re only 3 years apart and Ludwig is like a foot taller than him but he’s still a big brother!!!! Gil is very reckless so a hero career may not be something attainable for him just because he doesn’t listen and he often makes split second decisions that can/will get himself and others hurt. The plan is to start a hero trio group with Fran and Toni once they graduate but again, who knows how that’ll go

Ludwig: Like his brother, Lud also has engines but his are in his legs, making him insanely fast. He isn’t a fan of fighting hand to hand so he’s more likely to kick the shit out of someone or run around grabbing people to get them out of a dangerous area. Ludwig is only in the hero course because of his brother and he’s slowly coming to terms with the fact that he may not want to be a hero. That’ll change once he gets more experience in the field though! He’s never had so many friends before now, being surrounded by so many wanna-be-heroes encourages him more than anything! As he grows, he gets stronger and TALLER than most of his friends which is a shock to everyone. Ah yes...a growth spurt. Congrats nerd.

#shhh...I’ll come back to this eventually #I just wanted to get some ideas out #I know this is a messy post lol I did this in like 6 minutes lmao #hetalia #aph #aph france #aph america #aph england #aph Seychelles #aph china #aph prussia #aph spain #aph Rome #aph romano #aph germany

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sanders-specs · 6 years

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Heart-Bound: Logan

Summary: Logan and Patton live two different lives. Logan has two loving parents, a best friend and his best friend's loving parents. Patton comes from a broken home, with a father who resents Patton for being like his mother, and a mother who left when he was a baby. The one thing they have in common, though, is the mark over their chests, connecting them by the heart. Their soul-marks. After years of both of them going through hardships and grief, they find each other. They tell their stories. However, there are yet more obstacles for them to go through, this time, though, they have to figure them out together.

A/N: So this is my soulmate AU that I’ve been talking about! It is inspired by @ipizzalover2003s prompt which is amazing and i love it and just had to write it, even though it took literal months. I played around with a different way of writing, so hopefully it flows. I hope you guys enjoy! big thanks to @honeyglazedchicken for being my editor on this. thanks for putting up with me! Love ya

Parings: Logicality, Princxiety

Warnings: mentions of death, mentions of injury, loneliness, hints of abuse, bullying (let me know if I need to tag anything else)

Also on Ao3

Tag list: @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @dan-yuna @tripleaaaqueer @lilbeanblr @helloisthisusernametaken @justanotherpurplebutterfly @alwaysmy-lilith

Soulmates are a rare thing.

For two people to be born at the exact time on the exact day that are the exact match for each other was almost a myth. There was no indicator of when a person would be born with a soul-mark—a mark set over the person’s heart, a mark that matched with their soulmate. It wasn’t genetic. It wasn’t anything anyone could control. The chances of a soulmate meeting another person with a soul-mark that was not their own was slim to none, though not unheard of.

It was up to fate, most people said. When, where, and how two soulmates meet was not something that could be predicted or planned. It just...happened.

As for soul-marks, well, they could be anything. Most speculate that they reflect the pair of soulmates. Sometimes they were simple, like a star or a flower. Other times, though, they were intricate and specific, like a fountain pen dripping ink in the shape of a heart.

Logan was born with a small mark on his chest. It could have easily been mistaken for a strange birthmark. Too many times, though, had Logan cried as if he were hungry even if he’d just been fed more than enough just a few moments prior. He’d wince as if in pain, even if he’d only been lying sleepily in his mother’s arms.

It scared his parents at first. After multiple trips to the hospital, the doctors and his parents came to the conclusion that Logan did indeed have a soulmate. They had been told that the only way to help Logan’s soulmate was to keep Logan as healthy as possible.

Logan's parents did everything they could. They made sure Logan was always careful, fed him food that was supposed to be good for his heart, held him when he cried from confusion due to emotions that he didn’t understand.

Logan was five when his parents explained to him what a soulmate was.

He’d been teased and picked on at school for crying without reason, his elbows and knees suddenly screaming with pain. His mother had come pick him up early, letting Logan cry as much as he’d needed to. That night, his parents sandwiched him on his bed, like they did every night when they were going to tell a story.

“Have you ever wondered what this little mark over your heart is?” his mother asked, pointing to Logan’s heart.

Logan pulled down the collar of his space themed shirt to reveal the pen and heart that had been on his chest his whole life. “Virgil says that it’s a birthmark,” Logan said. “He’s got one too. His looks like a rose with thorns on it.”

His parents exchanged a look. That was news, but it was something to be talked about later. “You’re almost right,” his father said. “It is a mark that you’ve had since you were born, but it means so much more.”

“You see, starling,” his mother said, “there is something called soulmates. They are a pair of people who were born on the same day at the same time and who have a very special bond. It’s called a heart bond, where two people share the same heart.”

Logan’s brows furrowed. “How does that work?”

His parents chuckled. His mother took his hand and put it over his heart. “Do you feel your heart beating?” she asked. Logan nodded. “Somewhere out there, someone with the exact same mark has a heart that is beating at the exact same time as yours. Every beat you feel is in time with someone else’s.”

Logan’s eyes widened. “That’s so cool!” he exclaimed. “Who is the other person?”

“We don’t know,” his father said.

Logan pouted at that, and his parents laughed. “Don’t worry, little star,” his mother said, and ruffled his hair. “You’ve got a lifetime to find them.”

Logan nodded, but frowned. “Is that why I feel owies when I don’t do anything wrong?”

“Yes,” his father said. “You see, the heart bond is so close, so personal, you can feel when your heart-bound, too, is hurting. You can feel their pain and they can feel yours.”

Logan eyes widened even more at that before they started to tear up again. “Why are they always hurting?” he asked. “I don’t get hurt as much as they do during the day.”

“Oh honey,” his mother pulled him into her arms, and his father wrapped his arms around both of them. “We don’t know,” she said. “We wish we could stop the pain. For both of you.”

“The best thing we can do,” his father said, reaching up to brush away Logan’s tears, “is to take care of you. That’s why you have to be careful and eat healthy, and when you do feel pain, try not to do anything that might make it worse. Never be afraid to ask Mommy or me for help.”

Logan nodded, sniffling. His mother brushed his hair back and kissed his forehead. “And remember to take care of your heart, starling,” she said, tucking him back into bed. “That is the most important thing.”

Logan nodded, smiling a little as his parents kiss his cheeks and turn his light out. He snuggled into bed as they turned to leave, but sat up again when a thought occurred to him. “Mommy, Daddy?”

His parents stopped and turned to him. “Yes, starling?”

“If my soulmate has the same heart as me, does that mean you love them like you do me?”

His parents were silent for a moment, but they smiled from the doorway. “Yes, Logan,” his father said. “We love them like we love you.”

“Good,” Logan said settling down again, putting his hand over his heart, his eyes slipping closed as he yawned, “because he deserves alllll the love in the world…”

When Logan was six, his parents decided to move.

After months and months of Logan and Virgil getting teased and bullied by peers that didn't understand, their parents got together to discuss moving. The boys had been friends since they were born, and their parents knew that separating them wasn’t a good idea. Besides, it would be better for them to have someone around who understood. Someone who could help the other out in a way their parents couldn’t.

Throughout the conversation, Logan and Virgil sat on the staircase in Logan’s house, listening in. Virgil felt terrible, Logan knew. Virgil blamed himself for making his parents move, but Logan had to reassure him, somehow.

“We’ll still be going to school together, though,” Logan whispered to him. “That’s good right?”

Virgil just nodded. “And we’ll be at a new place, so the kids won’t know us. They won’t pick on us,” Logan went on. Again, Virgil only nodded. This time, though, he grabbed Logan’s hand and squeezed it. Logan let him, knowing that it was a form of comfort for him, and Logan wanted to do as much as he could to keep Virgil calm. They stayed like that when their parents eventually called them down to tell them the news.

They moved far enough away that it would be a fresh start for all of them. Logan and Virgil were put into a class together at a new school and they made a silent agreement to never saying anything about their soul-marks. It wasn’t something anyone but them needed to know, their parents had told them. Most kids would just be jealous, anyway.

It was better. Not perfect, but better.

By the time Logan was eleven, he’d learned to deal with the pain. He knew how to hide when it happened, slowly being able to tell when it was just bruises that he could ice later, or if it was something dire. It only ever happened during school, so he had to learn to push back the pain. He forced himself to focus entirely on his school work. It was easier than having to think about what kind of hell his soulmate was going through.

That was the year, though, when Logan learned just what happens when one heart-bound is in more than just a little pain.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Logan asked when his parents came to say goodnight. “That if my soulmate dies, I die too?”

His parents exchanged a look. “We didn’t want to risk it scaring you,” his mother said. “We wanted you to live your life like you wanted to, Lo. Not at the expense of your heart-bound.”

And remember, starling, take care of your heart. That is the most important thing.

Logan sighed, shaking his head. “I suppose you expect me to marry my soulmate too.” That had been another conversation at school; about how every pair of soulmates is expected to marry. It was like it hadn’t even occurred to anyone that they would do anything else. Logan was glad that Virgil had been absent for that particular conversation. He was already anxious about having a soulmate, not to mention how often his soulmate seemed to get injured (in more severe ways than Logan’s at least).

“Logan,” his father said gently, yet firmly, “We want you live your life. If that means you don’t want to get married, then we’ll support you. There is nothing wrong with that.”

“Just because everyone else has these ideas that all soulmates are meant to be in love with each other doesn’t mean it has to be true for you, starling,” his mother said. “It’s your life to lead. Your heart-bound is meant to be your companion through it all, if you so choose them to be. Marriage…that has nothing to do with it.”

Logan just nodded and relaxed. His parents always had a way of easing his worries. They always knew the right thing to say.

Logan sat on his bed, absentmindedly tracing over his soul-mark as he stared up at the ceiling. He’d given up on sleep a long time ago. He’d felt a deep, unending sadness inside of him that he somehow knew didn’t belong to him. He didn’t know, what, exactly made his soulmate so upset, but he longed to be able to comfort them. He did so the only way he ever knew how; by touching their soul-mark.

Over the years they’d found that the they could only feel each other when they touched their soul-mark. They could feel each other’s extreme emotions—pain being the most common one—but otherwise they seemed to be only distantly able to feel one another. Touching their soul-mark felt almost like touching them.

It became a form of comfort. Whenever one was in pain, the other would gently trace the soul-mark. Whenever one of them was sad, not unlike that night, the other would trace the soul-mark as a reminder that, no matter what, they were still out there.

Logan felt pressure over his heart and he sat back, closing his eyes. He pressed his own palm against his heart, letting a few tears slip out of his eyes. He only ever cried in the comfort of his own room anymore. He couldn’t explain to anyone other than those closest to him why he was crying, so there was no use in letting someone else see him so vulnerable. Even then…how could he explain this deep sadness and loneliness his soulmate felt?

He’d made a big deal about it earlier, but truth be told he knew he loved his soulmate. He didn’t know in what way, exactly, but he knew he cared for them. He knew that once they eventually found each other, no matter what, Logan wouldn’t let them out of his life without a fight.

Logan was fourteen when his life was turned upside down.

He’d been over at Virgil’s house, working on a project. For once, it seemed that both of their soulmates were content. Logan, at least, had felt a comfortable happiness that he wasn’t exactly used to feeling concerning his soulmate, but he didn’t argue with it. Every now and then he’d feel the light pressure over his heart and he would return it, which would make that happiness flare.

On Virgil’s part…well his soulmate wasn’t breaking any bones or getting any head injuries, so Virgil counted it as a win.

They’d been in the middle of setting up their World War I model when there was a knock on the door.

“Yes?” Virgil called.

The door opened and both of Virgil’s parents walked in. Logan and Virgil had taken one look at their faces and knew that there was something wrong. Logan felt his heart skip a beat before starting to race, and almost immediately there was that pressure. He returned it, looking up at Mr. and Mrs. Sanders.

“What’s wrong?” Virgil asked, processing their troubled looks at the same time Logan did.

“Uh, well, Logan,” Mrs. Sanders said, slowly, looking at Logan like she didn’t want to have to say it. “There’s been an accident.”

Logan's eyes widened. “What do you mean?” Blood pounded in his ear.

“Your parents they…” Mrs. Sanders stopped, seeming to choke back tears. Her husband wrapped an arm around her and motioned the boys to get up.

“Your parents were in a car accident, Logan,” Mr. Sanders said “They’re at the hospital now.”

Logan could only stare at them. He dropped his hand, even as the pressure increased slightly.

The four of them rushed to the hospital. They sat there for hours, waiting for any sort of news. Logan could only hold his hand over his soul-mark, the pressure being the only form of comfort he had. It was the only thing that kept him from losing it completely.

They were okay they were okay they had to be okay.

It was when the doctor came in and, gently, told him that neither of his parents had made it did Logan drop his hand and let rage fill him. He yelled at the doctor, yelled at Virgil and his family, yelled at all the nurses that tried to calm him down. His parents couldn’t be gone. Those amazing, loving people who had read him bedtime stories and told him all about space and soulmates and love. They couldn’t just be...

Gone.

Virgil had been the one who pinned him down, held him, until Logan’s screams had been reduced to sobs. He clung to his friend in that hospital waiting room, feeling more alone than ever.

Remember to protect your heart, starling, his mother had told him. That’s the most important thing.

They’d raised him to eat all the right foods. To exercise and be cautious. To protect his heart from any kind if illness or physical harm.

But what about this? Logan wanted to scream. He’d never knew pain like this. Through all of the scrapes and bumps he’d endured, through all of the phantom bruises and scratches and even a few fractured bones he’d sat through with his soulmate, he’d never hurt this badly. Nothing was able to break through it. Not the pressure over his heart, not the consoling words of his friend. Nothing.

Logan was sixteen when Roman came into their lives.

He’d been a transfer student at their school. After a messy two years after his parents death—with adopting Logan, settling anything Logan’s parents had yet to settle, and generally dealing with a grieving Logan and Virgil, not to mention their own—they’d decided to move, hoping that it would help both Logan and Virgil, in any way it could.

The addition of Roman, however, was a relief, because it meant that the two of them were no longer the new kids no one knew what to do with. Or so they’d thought. Where Logan and Virgil had struggled to settle in, Roman had immediately taken over the school. He was funny and kind and so good looking…blah blah blah. Logan heard it all. He wouldn’t have ever paid attention to his new classmate if Virgil wasn’t completely smitten with him.

Of course, with Virgil being Virgil, he’d denied such accusations from Logan. Logan suspected that his friend felt a bit guilty having a crush on someone when his heart-bound was out there somewhere. Virgil refused to admit this, but Logan saw it in his eyes. He knew his friend too well at that point.

It turned out that Roman had at least two classes with them that year. He happened to sit near Virgil in both, and it became increasingly clear that there was no way either of them could have a conversation without bickering one way or the other. They bickered and argued so much that the teacher had had to separate them, though that had hardly stopped it.

When Logan asked Virgil about it one night, Virgil had told him that there was just something about Roman that got under his skin. Logan could see the crush growing though. It seemed that the only way for Virgil to feel comfortable with talking to the other boy was through half-hearted insults and nicknames.

It didn’t help that Roman’s flirting was so blatantly obvious that Virgil defaulted to making fun of the pickup lines. This, of course, irked Roman even more.

It was a warm summer night when Virgil approached Logan and his parents and told them that he’d found his heart-bound.

Virgil’s parents had been elated. Logan shocked, though he got over that as soon as Virgil said that it was Roman.

Well. That certainly made things much clearer.

After agreeing on a date for Roman’s and Virgil’s for the two families to meet, Virgil pulled Logan aside.

“Are you mad?” Virgil asked, biting his lip, uncertainty in his eyes.

“Why would I be mad?” Logan asked.

Virgil shrugged. “I…I don’t know. For finding my soulmate first?”

Logan rolled his eyes and patted his friend’s shoulder. “I am glad that you have managed to find your heart-bound so early in your life. Perhaps now you can keep an eye on him to prevent him from hurting both of you.”

Virgil snorted and shook his head. “Somehow I doubt that’ll happen.”

After that, things changed. Suddenly it wasn’t just Logan and Virgil anymore. There was Roman, who seemed to draw a crowd wherever he went. The two had decided to keep their marks a secret from others, if only because they felt that it was too personal a thing to share. Still, though, their relationship was out for everyone to see.

Many nights Roman was over at their house or Virgil over at his. Many holidays were spent with the two families together. Logan honestly wasn’t sure how he felt about all of this change, but he didn’t complain. Not where there was a light in Virgil’s eyes that he’d never seen before. Logan had overheard Virgil’s parents say that this was the perfect timing, as having Roman around was the exact thing Virgil needed. The death of Logan’s parents had been hard on both of them, and it seemed that now Virgil was starting to come to terms with it.

Logan had to agree. Virgil was much happier now, and Logan had to be happy for him. Even if he did miss the nights the two of them had spent simply enjoying the company that Virgil now spent with Roman. Even if now, Logan felt so much more alone.

He just pushed those feelings away like he did everything else. This time, though, he took a bit of comfort when his own heart-bound reached out to him.

Logan was eighteen when he went off to college.

He’d gotten a full scholarship, been valedictorian, and had a perfect GPA by graduation. No one had expected anything less. Logan, Virgil, and his parents were taking a road trip to Logan’s college, which meant that Logan said goodbye to Roman first.

“Good luck out there, calculator watch!” Roman exclaimed on the night before they were meant to leave.

Logan suppressed a small smile and nodded. “Thank you, Roman.” He glanced over at where Virgil sat on the couch, his headphones on and music blaring and his smile faded. “Please take care of him.”

Roman looked over at Virgil, his face softening the way it only ever did when he was looking at or talking about Virgil. “Of course,” he vowed, turning back to Logan. “Is this the first time you two have been apart? I mean, for more than a few nights?”

Logan nodded, still watching his brother. “Yes. We have been close since childhood. He is a brother in every sense to me. I do not think my leaving will be easy on either of us.”

Roman nodded, looking as serious as Logan had ever seen him. “I’ll be with him,” he promised. He clapped Logan on the shoulder, breaking out into his usual grin. “Besides, you might get lucky and find your own soulmate!”

Logan gave a tight smile. Roman had found out about Logan’s soul-mark after being with Virgil for a few months. Logan had told him, knowing that Virgil wouldn’t feel right keeping it a secret. Besides, Roman knew the comfort on secrecy regarding their soul-marks. Sure enough, he’d kept quiet about these past few years.

“Thank you, Roman,” Logan said. “You have…been very good for Virgil. I am glad he has you.”

Roman looked slightly surprised by that. It was rare for Logan to be so sincere.

Logan’s first week at college was a lonely one, not that Logan had expected anything less. Still, though, he found himself aching for his old room, for the familiar sounds of Virgil’s music sounding through the walls.

The only familiar thing was his heart-bound. Every now and again Logan would press his hand to his chest, and a warm pressure would meet his own. He’d let out a breath, feeling a little bit of the achiness fade away. They were the one person who knew just how nervous Logan was for this. For being on his own for the first time. Many times, when Logan’s heart had been racing, he’d felt the pressure over his chest. His heart-bound trying to soothe him.

It didn’t take long for Logan to fall into a routine. When he didn’t have classes, he studied. When he wasn’t studying, he was in class. Every now and then he’d partake in a school event, usually at the request of is roommate, Thomas, who prompted him to come see the shows that he was in. Logan had gained a sort of appreciation for plays and theater because of Roman, even if he didn’t fully understand them. So he went when he had the time, if only to give himself something to do.

On weekends he usually video chatted with Virgil and sometimes Roman. It seemed that his brother was faring well enough, though there were some nights when Logan could see that something was bothering Virgil. No matter what Logan said, though, Virgil pretended that everything was okay.

Logan didn’t push it. When talking with Roman, the other boy promised that he had things under control. He trusted Roman, and it was obvious that if Virgil wanted Logan to know, then he’d tell him.

Besides Logan had his own thoughts to worry about.

Most mornings, Logan went to a cafe just off of campus. Since it was away from the school, he usually avoided any unwanted interactions or just a bit of peacefulness before the morning rush, if he was early enough.

Though, Logan had to admit that the peace and quiet wasn’t the only reason Logan always went there. He couldn’t quite explain it, but one of the baristas—who almost always worked the morning shifts—always seemed to grab Logan’s attention. They would say little to each other, but Logan was always greeted and sent off with a wide, bright smile and they’d exchange small smiles throughout Logan’s visit.

For a while that was all it was. Logan hardly ever had a real conversation with the other man, though he would admit that he liked admiring how the other worked. His smile never seemed to falter, he never lost his cool even with angry customers. He joked around with older customers and made even the most sour looking person smile. Logan enjoyed studying him when others weren’t looking, and sometimes he’d be caught, but the other boy wouldn’t be mad. He’d just smile.

Logan supposed that he should’ve felt some kind of remorse. He did have a heart-bound after all. However he couldn’t help but think back to his mother and father, and how they’d told him that his heart-bound wasn’t destined to be his lover, but a partner. Surely that should mean that he was allowed to date people who were not his heart-bound, right?

The moment the thought had entered his mind, Logan cast it aside. He had no time for dating. School came first, and he could not risk lose his scholarship.

Still, though, every morning he went to the coffee shop.

It wasn’t until one day when Logan was having his usual coffee and studying for an exam that he ever spoke properly to the barista. Or rather, the barista spoke to him. He’d come over and sat at Logan’s table, demanding to know just what, exactly, Logan was studying.

It was such an unexpected question that Logan had stuttered over his words for a moment, the other man trying and failing to hold back a smile. Logan had answered with astronomy, which, to his surprise, made the other light up. He’d grabbed Logan’s notes and started quizzing him, telling Logan to explain certain words and lessons to him.

After that it became a routine. Logan would come in with his homework or notes and the barista would help him study whenever he got off. Logan didn’t know why the thought of seeing his new friend made him so happy, almost giddy. Or why his heart raced every time he was given that wide smile. Sometimes at night he’d feel something like fear, which he could not explain, which meant that the emotion belonged to his heart-bound. He spent those nights with his hand over his heart, feeling slightly guilty, but mostly glad that he was able to help at all.

One day, though, while they were sitting together, Logan accidentally spilled his coffee all over the lap of his new friend. He started to apologize, but before he could say anything he felt the pain. He winced at the same time that the other did, both of them shooting to their feet. The barista looked up at Logan with wide, confused eyes. It wasn’t until Logan slowly lifted his hand to his heart—he’d done it without thinking, without even considering where they were—to his soul-mark that understanding flooded the other’s face. Understanding, shock, and something like fear.

Logan was nineteen when he met Patton. His heart-bound.

Patton part 1

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