one shots

Scars (Brallon)

Soulmate au. Warning: cutting

Little cuts and bruises on ur body are actually injuries of your soulmate.

Dallon always made sure to hug Brendon as tight as he can whenever he saw him, to compliment him on a daily basis, to care when nobody else did. To the shorter boy that meant nothing more than a friend being, well... a friend. But Dallon was the one see what Brendon was doing to himself even if the boy hid his arms with long sleeved shirts. You see, in this world every time your soulmate gets a cut or hits their head or does anything that leaves a scar, said scar appears on your body too. And Brendon just happened to be Dallon's soulmate. Not like he knew, no. Dallon kept it secret. He wanted Brendon to properly love him, not only stick with him because some kind of prophecy declared that they are bound to be together. So he kept on fighting for Brendon's heart, kept on believing that one day he will see the truth.

The years passed, high-school ended. Brendon got engaged to a guy called Ryan Ross. Sweet guy, really except for the fact that he didn't have Brendon's scars. He would never know the weight of having someone else's pain marked on your body forever. But the boy didn't care. Because even though he had grown in age he still remained the same childish and immature man, that Dallon fell in love with.

Dallon on the other hand was left alone. Yes, he found a decent job, he had a room over his head, food on him table and a comfortable bed to sleep in. But the bed was cold and empty, just like his heart, just like his life. He hadn't found anyone else to love. Being away from Brendon just made it easier to pretend that he didn't love him anymore. That he had let go of his crush.

But the scars on his wrist got so much that Dallon had to start hiding them. He didn't know what was going on with Brendon. He couldn't even contact him, he lost his number a while ago. He blames the alcohol in his system that one night 3 years ago but really he was just sad and angry, staring at his wrists wondering what would it be like if he had ended up with Brendon.

So in order to not be alone Dallon adopted a daughter. A beautiful 12 year old girl. She reminded him so much of Brendon, even her name was Bren. She had the same beautiful eyes as him, she preferred her hair short, just like Brendon's. Dallon loved her so very much.

It was a cold Saturday morning when Bren came jumping on her father's bed. "Morning, dad" she grinned. "G'morning love" Dallon mumbled sleepily. "There's someone at the door" she announced shaking him awake. He slowly opened his eyes, not really wanted to get out of bed. Eventually he forced himself awake and rushed downstairs. Swinging the front door open, the one thing he definitely didn't expect was a shaking and sobbing Brendon Urie.

Part 2?