Eugene Oneshots | Dangerous Fellows | Eugene x Reader(MC)

Together at Last - Eugene x Reader : PART I

Word Count: 1,014

Soulmate AU / General / Fluff

Warning: Profanity

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Pursing your lips, you blew out the 16 candles that decorated the gorgeously rustic cake your mother had made for the occasion. You beamed brightly as your family and friends cheered and clapped with delight.

“So, have you seen anything appear?” She whispered; nudging the side of your ribs gently, a hopeful tone in her voice.

You giggled at your mother’s eagerness as you handed out slices of cake to your guests, “Mum!”

EVERYONE had a soulmate; whether they were younger, older or the same age, you would eventually become connected through script written on each other’s arm. This would only begin to appear once you have BOTH become of age, and that age was 16. So, if you happen to be older than your soulmate, you would not feel or be able to write a message to them until they are also of age. The connection itself is subtle, yet sudden with heat radiating throughout your limb. You would know if you have been linked to them only when the script on your arm vanishes, thus materialising on your soulmate’s.

Your (e/c) eyes lingered on your forearm.

It has been feeling oddly hotter than the rest of my body but…

“What if they’re not 16 yet?” You questioned her, raising an eyebrow knowingly - a smirk on your face. Secretly though, you were just impatient and didn’t want to wait so long to develop a connection with your soulmate; plus, you would much prefer if he or she was older than you - or at least the same age.

Your mother shrugged and gave you quick peck on your temple, “We’ll just have to wait and see now, won’t we?”

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Ooh BED! So comfy! So good!

You snuggled under your plush duvet and turned off your lamp. The silver rays of moonlight shimmered romantically, illuminating your bedroom as you stared curiously at your bare arm.

You glanced over at your bedside table where you had placed your brand-new silver quill.

I should really activate that thing.

You softly traced your finger around the outline of the solid metal tool, intrigued by its beautiful feather-like design. It was about the length of a teaspoon; portable, durable and light. Finding the small oval-shaped imprint, you placed your thumb over the top. Your quill lit up and you felt tiny little pricks hooking into your skin - drawing blood to activate and connect with you.

Maybe I should try writing.

Just as you were about to put pen to skin, you felt an unusual ticklish sensation on your right forearm. It was like someone was gently running their nails against your skin; soothingly pleasant.

You watched in amazement at the neat writing appearing before your eyes.

E: [ happy birthday? ]

They’re left-handed!

E: [ well, obviously it’s your birthday because I can FINALLY write to you ]

You giggled to yourself as you readied your quill, thinking of something to write.

E: [ hello? ]

You: [ hi :) ]

E: [ that’s it? that’s all you have to write? ]

Rolling your eyes, you shook your head in slight disbelief as you sat yourself up - finding comfort on your pillows.

You: [ how impatient are you?! my name is (Y/N), by the way ]

You: [ what’s yours? ]

E: [ you don’t even know me and you’re already dishing out the insults! ]

You laughed, smiling at the thought that this person is going to be interesting to get to know.

E: [ I had to wait a whole year to write to you! ]

So they’re definitely older.

E: [ my name’s Eugene ]

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You and Eugene wrote to each other every day.

The both of you talked about your love of food (instant noodles being your definite go-to, cooked or dry), music, what school life was like, and the type of friends you both had.

You discovered that you didn’t live so far away from each other, a few train stops away in fact; but decided to wait until you had finished high school to meet - you were a year younger after all.

Career-driven, you had your whole life mapped out. Education was key and you didn’t want to stray away from your future goals, not even for your soulmate.

Eugene felt the same.

He aspired to become a world-renowned performer; however, his family had disapproved of his ambitions. Annoyed, you scoffed at the thought and encouraged him to continue pursuing his dreams, regardless of nay-sayers - you were going to be there to support him every step of the way.

Eugene had become your best friend - your confidant. You couldn’t ever imagine being without him now. Even though you have never met face-to-face - you had both grown fond of each other. Eventually, as time went by, the novelty of writing became tedious and somewhat… lonely. Your heart began to crave for physical connection; a handhold, a tender hug, a gentle kiss. You wanted all of this to be a part of your high school memories, and for him to be your first.

Days became months, and the seasons soon changed. The crisp winter blew a frosty breeze through your town as you reached the end of your sophomore year.

You: [ I don’t think I can wait any longer… can’t we just meet now? ]

E: [ We can’t yet! We made a promise, remember. A year will fly by before you know it! ]

You: [ I’m surprised that it’s actually you being positive! You’re normally the cynical one. ]

You: [ I need to see you… ]

You threw yourself onto your bed - a stabbing ache in your chest. Stillness engulfed your trembling body; no signs of writing upon your skin. There was a falter in your sigh, and you began to weep from his rejection. You wanted to scream, to shout out your emotions; you wanted to declare your undying love for him. However, he left you with nothing; with no reply…

That was until your arm began to tingle once more. Your eyes lit up with hope, the corner of your lips curling up into a joyous smile.

E: [ Want to meet tomorrow? ]

But tomorrow never came.