All the Ways to Love You

The Soulmate Mark (Part 1 of 2)

Summary:
Will Solace was a hopeless romantic. And he got a soulmate mark that ruined what supposed to be a fun part of his life.
Nico di Angelo could not care less about anything romantic. And he got a soulmate mark that sounded like a cheesy line in a typical romance movie.

Notes:
Based on a Tumblr prompt. Set in an Alternate Universe where the first things that you would hear from your soulmate were tattooed on your skin

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 Will Solace was a hopeless romantic. That was why this whole thing about soulmate was quite a big deal for him. He could not wait until he turned 14, the age when he supposed to have his soulmate mark. But until the day he got the tattoo, he kept himself content by asking people he knew the stories about their soulmate marks. Until the day came, he kept himself content by daydreaming about what would be the words printed out on his skin, dreaming about how this person that was destined to be him would say those words to him.

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Nico di Angelo did not want anything to do with feelings, or emotions, or whatever. Feelings and emotions confused him. That was why he could not care less about this whole stupid idea of having someone destined to be with you together. His half-sister, Hazel, was the one who got those dreamy eyes whenever someone started talking about soulmate. But Nico? Nope. He didn't give a damn about it. There were even times when he was half-hoping that when, no, if he got his soulmate mark, it would be something funny like 'get the fuck off here' or something like that. Hazel got upset at him when he told her that, but Nico thought it would be great.

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Will could barely sleep at the night before he turned 14. He toyed with the idea of staying up until midnight, but the fact that he had school the next day forced him to put the idea aside. Still, once he opened his eyes in the morning, that was the first thing that crossed his mind. He quickly sat up on his bed, and instinctively checked his left arm.

His heart did a backflip when he saw some black patterns were imprinted on the inner side of his left arm. He rubbed the remaining sleep away from his eyes with his hands, and brought his arm closer to have a closer look.

His heart beating like crazy as he read the small letters, tattooed neatly on his skin.

He blinked, and read it again, half-hoping that maybe, he was still half-dreaming.

When the words didn't change, his heart plummeted into his stomach. He jumped from his bed, and ran out of his room.

"Mom!" He shouted as he ran down the stairs.

"Will!" Naomi Solace looked up from the newspaper that she was reading and turned her head to Will, who was standing by the doorway to the kitchen, half-panting. "Happy birth-"

His mother stopped mid-sentence when she saw Will. Her brows furrowed down with concern as she asked. "Will? What happened, honey?"

"Mom," Will said, still half-panting, and his heartbeat was still racing. "Mom, do you know anyone named Dumbledore?"

Her brows shot up in confusion. "What?" She asked, like she didn't really catch what Will just said.

"Dumbledore. Do you know him? Or her?"

Naomi shook her head, still look confused. "No. Not as far as I can remember. Why, Will?"

Will let out a small groaned and looked at the black letters on his arms again.

Sadly, the words stubbornly stayed there without any change.

Man, I can't believe Dumbledore died.