Soulmate AU Oneshots

Branded

WARNINGS: SWEARING, MENTIONS OF HOMOSEXUALITY, (I don't think that needs a warning, but just in case) SELF-HATRED, MAINLY FLUFF.

My name is Michael Dunn. I'm 23 years old. I'm about 6'2" tall, and I have blond hair and blue eyes. I, like many people, still haven't met my soulmate yet. My necklace is still firmly in place between my collar bones. When I touch my soulmate's skin, my necklace will fall off, and a brand of my soulmate's name will take its place. I've heard from my parents that the process of their name branding your skin doesn't hurt- it's just a warm tingly sensation in your chest.

You're supposed to meet your soulmate at 25, and my 24th birthday is next month. I'm almost worried that I won't find mine- or if I manage to find them, they'll reject me. It's rare- rejection from one's soulmate- but it has happened.

I'm sitting in my university's library and attempting to work on my project for computer sciences while I keep zoning out about the whole soulmate thing. So many people are really particular about their soulmate. 'I want mine to be a guy.' 'I want mine to be a girl.' 'They better like Harry Potter.' 'If they don't like Doctor Who, I'm rejecting them.' are some of the phrases I've heard. I don't care if they're a guy or girl. I don't care if they like Harry Potter or Doctor Who. I just want them to accept me, and I'll accept them.

I finally focus long enough to get a few slides done and then notice the time- 6:49PM  is displayed at the bottom of the screen. Shit. I'm late. I was supposed to be at Gabe's by 6:30. I think to myself. I look at my phone and see a bunch of texts and missed calls from him. I log out of the computer quickly, and I head to Gabe's dorm. I try to text him as I walk, and that's when I bump into a shorter girl with red hair and kind grey eyes. She bumps off of my chest and falls to the floor with a dull thud. Her stuff falls out of her hands.

I look up quickly with wide eyes and begin to apologize.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm so clumsy that I run into everything- everyone apparently." she giggles.

I kneel down and help her pick up her fallen items- noticing as I do so that her necklace is still in place. She's super pretty. I think as I gather up her things. I place her things on the table next to me and stand up. I then reach my hand out to help her up.

"Here. I'll help you up. It's the least I can do since I kind of knocked you down." I chuckle at the last part.

"Alright. My name's Amelia, by the way." she says with a smile as I pull her up.

"Michael." I respond, smiling.

I notice a warm tingly sensation radiating from my chest, but dismiss it as butterflies from touching this incredibly beautiful girl. I gasp as I watch her necklace fall off, and I feel mine do the same.

"Holy shit." we both whisper at the same time. I look at the space between her collar bones, and there stands the word Michael. I cautiously reach out to brush by fingers across the brand of my name, and she does the same. We both shiver involuntarily at the contact.

"I can't believe that I found you." she breathes.

"I can't either. I would absolutely love to stay and talk with you for hours, but I'm already super late to meet my friend. Can I give you my number and -I don't know- pick you up at 7:00 tomorrow night?" I ask her.

"Yeah, that sounds great." she says excitedly.

I take out a pen and write down my number on a piece of paper in her stuff, kiss her on the cheek with a quick 'bye, text me later', and go to Gabe's dorm. The walk there was short, and I knock on the door once I get there.