star boy ; gerallon

ink ; one

warnings : none

ink ; one

it was 11:58 on april eighth, and here gerard was, standing shirtless in front of his mirror. he was young, only seventeen - well, in two minutes, he was going to be eighteen - and he studied himself, as he didn't look that young. dark, stringy hair fell around his defined cheekbones which crowned above his thin lips. bright hazel eyes stared back at him.

he let himself fall backwards on to his bed, hair splayed around his head in a halo - like fashion, and sighed deeply. would they ever come ? would it be a pretty girl ? what color would it be ? questions filled his mind like smoke filled lungs and he closed his eyes, letting the light from his fairy lights fade to black behind his eyelids.

it was 11:59 on april eighth. gerard rolled over on to his stomach and looked at his hands. they were marked, lined, and ink smudged, contrasting greatly with the rest of his pale, unmarked skin. everything on his body was pale - well, at least almost all of the skin. the space under and around his eyes were an exception, as they were darkened with time and sleepless nights in which he would stay up, thinking about this coming moment.

he moved so that his body was once again visible in the mirror. he gave his slightly chubby body a once - over and sighed again, glancing at the blue numbers on his digital clock. one minute. one minute until his future was decided for him.

it was the night before gerard's birthday, and he was desperately awaiting his marks. he had an earlier birthday, which meant he was going to be one of the first to receive them.

on the eighteenth  birthday of every child on planet earth, two marks would appear. the locations would vary. much like tattoos, you could say. except, they had  incredible meaning, unlike many tattoos.

the marks of each child  were all different. there would be two of them, and they were both names, names of people who were to be  extremely significant in your life. one, the name of your 'soulmate' or  something along equally as cheesy lines, and the other, the name of the  person who could potentially ruin your life. next to the name was a  word : a word that tied together your relationship.

for example, gerard's  parents. donna way had the name of gerard's father on the inside of her  thigh - donald - along with the word paint. donald had her name  on his bicep with the same word. they met at an art gallery in new york. see? it was incredibly perfect, pairing together the people who were  perfect for each other in ways they could actually understand. or, at least pretend to understand.

it was 12:00 on april ninth, and gerard bounced on the balls of his toes, hands clenched into fists, the skin of his fingers turning white with the pressure. he bit his lip, studying his body in the mirror. he didn't know what to expect, or what it would look like, or how it would feel. hell, he didn't know how to tell apart his enemy mark and his soulmate mark.

he didn't have enough time to worry, as suddenly, everything became blurry. the mirror swirled in front of his eyes, and he reached a hand out to steady himself on the edge of his dresser, but missed and went crashing down to the floor. he curled into a tight ball, eyes screwed shut, head pounding with pain. blood roared in his ears until finally, everything went dark.

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oh hey

i have too many fics going on right now but whatever theyre all pretty sick [i think?] so like im okay w it

also read the a/n on northern downpour it's v important

so yeah ? this is like the longer version of my gerallon one shots in my one shot book ? a lot of you wanted a full version so here we are ?? [also sorry if it sucks oops not in a good place]

ilysm

-urie