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Soulmate AU- First Words (C)

(A/N) Thank you for voting! Here it is~

"Pst! Hey, Lex," Hercules harshly whispered, leaning towards the desk beside him.

Alexander hummed a tired "Hm?" in response, a mess of dark tangled hair laying on scrawny arms.

"Pencil?"

Alex chuckled and raised his head from his desk. Yawning, the small boy laid his chin in his palm and attempted an easy smile, "You lost the last one I gave you already?"

"Well, uh, you know how it goes." Hercules rubbed the back of his neck, wondering how he could manage to lose a pencil a day.

"Sorry, Herc, I only have one today."

Hercules offered a thankful smile and watched his friend's head fall back on to his arms. After a few moments of mustering courage, the linebacker awkwardly shifted in his seat to the desk behind him.

"Hey, uh, can I borrow a pencil?"

Alexander watched through lazy eyes as the French student quirked an eyebrow. "Perhaps if you show me your tattoo." His voice was smooth and skeptical, filled to the brim with a heavy accent and Alex couldn't help but notice his friend's breathing hitch.

Slowly, Hercules pulled down his shirt collar to reveal elegant, cursive writing under his right collar bone. The French student followed his lead and proudly lifted the fabric on his leg to show off bold, yet calming, font on his right ankle.

They broke into joyous and disbelieving smiles, small laughs escaping their lips.

The French student reached out to hold one of Hercules' hands in two of his own. With a smirk, he cooed, "My name is Lafayette."

A pleasant shiver went down Hercules' spine as he watched Lafayette slowly bring his hand to his lips. Gently, he planted a soft kiss on the back of his palm. "Would you like to let me know why my soulmate tattoo has to be one of the most ridiculously common phrases on the planet?"

"Hercules." A blush rose to Herc's face as he watched his soulmate pull a pencil from his bag. "You're probably not getting this back."

"That is fine, mon amour."

The two spent the rest of class passing notes and getting to know each other. After, they left hand in hand.

Alexander knew he should be happy for his friend. Yet, he couldn't help the overwhelming sense of jealousy in his chest. He was just so lonely, plagued with poisonous thoughts of "What if" and "maybe".

What if he made a mistake by leaving home?

Maybe his soulmate was caught in the hurricane.

His tattoo wasn't the least bit romantic but first words never have to be. Sure, it was a bonus not having profanities on your body for all eternity but Alex could only imagine what his soulmate's tattoo must say. For a writer and public speaker, he should really pay more attention to his diction.

Sighing, Alexander sluggishly rose from his seat and made his way to the campus cafeteria. He had two more hours till his next class and when in doubt- eat your feelings, I guess.

From outside, he heard the distinct voice of Thomas Jefferson. With a sigh, Alex shoved open the door and prepared for impact.

"They're ruining our country! Just because America was built on immigration, that doesn't mean we need to continue allowing them into our country!" Jefferson preached, his targets a girl Alex recognized as one of the Schuylers and a beautiful boy he hasn't seen around before.

As if on cue, Alexander felt his feet moving towards the disagreement. His mouth running faster than his legs, "C'mon, Jefferson!" he shouted with a dramatic wave of his arms, "You can't seriously be having this debate again."

The two both smirked as he approached, Alexander craning his neck to be face to face with his opponent, "After all, I did beat you. You should know better than to bring your shitty points to the cafeteria."

The girl scoffed and planted a gentle, yet firm hand on Alex's shoulder, "I'll let you take over here, he's not worth my time anymore." She turned to face her friend, "You coming?"

"In a second, Peg." The boy kept his eyes on Alex, something about him made him want to hear what he has to say. Peggy shrugged in response and made her way back to her table, taking her earbuds out of her pocket as Jefferson's words flew over her shoulder.

"In what world did you win? Everyone knows that immigrants are only here to reek our resources and steal our jo-"

Alexander cut it, his hands balled into fists, "Steal our jobs? They're taking the jobs that Americans are too prestige to do!" With a scoff, he turned to the taller boy beside him, "Can you fucking believe this piece of shit?"

"Holy shit, wait." The boy turned to Alex and grabbed both of his wrists, "Show me your fucking skin."

Jefferson raised an eyebrow as Alex sheepishly pulled the waist of his sweatpants down to reveal his words just under his hipbone.

John chuckled, "Glad to know my soulmate's tattoo is just as vulgar as mine."

The two laughed and glared at Jefferson, who mumbled a surprised "no fucking way".

Without exchanging a word, they nodded to each other, turned their backs, and walked away, already reading each other's body language. As John introduced himself, they heard Jefferson yell "You're welcome!" to their backs.

Alexander sat across from Peggy and next to John with a grateful smile. Maybe they can double date soon with Laf and Herc.

I'm planning on doing a soulmate AU with transAlex sometime in the future. Thank you so much for being patient with my updates and for reading, commenting, voting, and adding my (not so) little story to your library and reading lists <3