Soulmate - Viktuuri Fanfic ☆
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  • Reads 53,655
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  • Parts 13
  • Time 1h 58m
Ongoing, First published Nov 13, 2016
Soulmates,
the destined partner of one other human.
Gender, race nor age doesn't matter as long they're both born in the same decade.
Everyone has one, they can be identified by the number on the human wrist, written in black. One human has a countdown clock built into their wrist, counting down to the moment you meet your destined one. The numbers on the wrists identifies number of years, days, hours and minutes. When one human have met their destined one, they must accomplish some kind of physical contact within the next seven days. When one have met their destined one, the numbers will drawn over with a line and below it the countdown of the seven days start, written in red. When the countdown reaches it's end, misfortune will cause upon the both humans. 


↱ The cover art does not belong to me. Neither the characters. The plot belongs to me. ↲

Started: 11/17 - 16
Finished: -

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The Final Countdown

18 parts Complete

Everyone is born with a countdown on their wrist. It counts down to the time you meet your soulmate. This is how I met my soulmate. ------------------------------------------------------------ "I wanna look at my countdown," I look up in shock. He has never cared about his soul mate. "You do?" I ask. "Yep." He answers. "Me too..." "I think we should." "Wanna do it together?" I ask. "1..." "2..." "3..." We rip off our covers at the same time. They were at 1... now 0. -�-�-�-�-�-�-�-�-�-�-�-�-�-�-�-�-�-�-�-�-�-�-�-�- I know my story is crap, don't need to tell me.