Solangelo Soulmate AUs

X Marks the Soulmate

First, I would like to apologise for not updating this in ages. It was homework, then I procrastinated some more... Second, over 150 people have read this! I honestly did not expect people to actually read this. Thank you so much! Anyway, back to the story at hand. This is @ShannonMcClure3's idea, where you have an X on the palm of your hand and only goes away you touch your soulmate.

Not 'school'. Hell on Earth. Or at least that's how I view it. Teachers are tormentors, just itching to punish you for crap you didn't do. The head is Hades, over seeing everything, with a cold indifference. Well, that's how he treats his own son anyway. That's me by the way. Prince of the Underworld. Boy, does it make me popular.

Unfortunately, not quite in the way I would prefer. Nope. I attract those individuals who take pleasure from inflicting pain on others. Well, technically, there are only three. They consider themselves the fates, or I think they do, they probably haven't the foggiest what the fates are. But personally, I think of them as more of an angry Cerberus, guarding the gates of Hell. And I'm their new favourite chew toy.

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Fuck the Rest by Falling in Reverse in blasting through my earbuds as the bus stops at the school. You'd think that I'd get a lift with my father, but I really prefer not to, for some obvious reasons. It's not like he's complaining, anyway.

'...wearing black on black...' That, right there, is the perfect description of my dress sense. Can't go wrong with black. Matches the little cross my palm, as well.

Being right handed, it's on my left. The symbol that proves I haven't met 'the one'. Well, I could've. They might sit next to me every day, but I wouldn't know it. I'm not a very 'touchy feely' person.

Anyway, I hop off the bus and approach the gates, trying to blend in with the crowd. Alas, the 'fates' have a different idea, and spot me.

I try to duck behind other people, but they've seen me now.

Percy Jackson, a black-haired, green-eyed boy, who is admittedly quite cute. And he knows it. Not my type, though.

Jason Grace, blond hair, blue eyes, pain in the neck. Quite literally. He hit me there once.

Finally, Will Solace. Golden curls, and sky blue eyes, with a bright and sunny personality to top it off. Well to everyone but me.

I have to admit that I might have a wee crush on him. Tiny. So minute it's not even worth taking about. Nope. Not all. *awkward cough*

And back to the scene at hand.

They strut up to me like they own the place - which they pretty much do - and Percy roughly grabs my collar, dragging me behind the bike shed, Jason and Will in tow.

"So, you actually came to school after our little 'chat' on Friday." Percy says in a low, threatening voice.

Ah, yes. Might've forgotten to say that they'd beat me up if I did... Again.

Long story short, I might have kicked Jason where the Sun doesn't shine when he punched me in the face. Honestly, you'd think they'd at least have a bit of common sense when it came to where they bruised me.

"It must've slipped my mind..." I'm an idiot. Why on Earth did I say that? Just make it worse for yourself, Nico. Bravo.

"Well, we're gonna make sure that what we say doesn't 'slip your mind' again."

"Ohhh, look at me. I'm quaking in my boots." I'm just going to hid my head against a wall and save them the trouble. Why can't I just shut up?

My snarky remark sends the first fist flying, impacting my stomach. I hunch over and groan as the assault continues.

"C'mon Will, don't you want to hit him?" Jason sneers. Technically, Will has never touched me. He's kicked me when I'm down sure and thrown verbal abuse, sure, but he hasn't actually punched me or any of the sort.

A torn look crosses his features. Huh, he doesn't actually want to hurt me.

"Go on, give him a slap. You know he deserves it. Or are you just too weak?"

"No." With that, he steps forward and raises his right hand, bearing a black cross on it. Weird. Percy and Jason have both met their soulmates, so I assumed he had as well. Guess not.

His hand is shaking as he draws it back, and I make eye contact with him. He flinches, but the look I give him must tell him to just bloody well do it already. So he does.

I'm expecting a sting on my face, but the searing pain that is flowing through my veins drowns it out.

Gasping, I fall to my knees, hoping the pain will fade.

Must've hurt him to, because he goes down too, staring at his hand in what I can only describe as utter disbelief.

Percy and Jason are also starting in shock, looking between us. What the hell is going on?

Then I remember what my sister, Hazel, told me about when she held Frank's hand for the first time. 'Pain. It was so painful. I couldn't think straight. But it was worth it.' And then she proceeded to say some mushy stuff.

But back to the point.

Slowly, very slowly, as the pain begins to recede I look at my palm, to see the cross that has plagued my thoughts for a while, fading.

Holy-

My thoughts are cut off by Will grabbing me and hugging me, making me wince in pain. He quickly eases off, and takes my face in his hands.

What is he doing?

Then he kisses me.

The end. Again, sorry about the ridiculous waiting. Hope you enjoyed!