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“I uh, look I know we’re not good friends or anything but do you think I could crash just for the night with you? Please? I’ll do whatever you want in return.”

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Flynn wasn’t sure if the blood on his shirt was his, or someone else’s. It was hard to see through the thick rain, even when thunder lit the street. He couldn’t remember. He couldn’t remember anything. His name, yes. Flynn. Flynn something. When he tried to remember his age, who he was, nothing came to his mind. Like hitting a wall at high speed, and it made his head hurt but he remembered the apartment door. And the man who lived in it. Maxim. Beautiful, tall Maxim.

He knocked on the door hesitantly, blinking a couple of times. He hadn’t expected the door to actually open. Flynn stumbled forward, into the house, because apparently, his memory loss had affected his etiquette. “I’m- Sorry.” Words were hard. “I’m... Lost...” He touched his forehead, hazel eyes searching frantically, until they met with those green eyes, those familiar green eyes. “I can’t remember...”

Marcus knew that it was Lock's birthday, had known for weeks now and had already started planning something - then he went and fucked up in typical Marcus fashion and now he hadn't even really seen Lock.

Gathering the supplies, three small gift bags, a small cake that he'd ordered so that it looked like grafitti art all over it and his brain before he headed out to his truck. Lock didn't live too far away so it was an easy drive.

Reaching into one of the bags, he pulled out one of those stupid little party hats and put it on before he got out, grabbing everything and walking to Lock's door, knocking. If looking ridiculous didn't make Lock at least smile, then Marcus was fucked.

A Bash Soulmate AU

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Barrel huffed, as he set Shea down on the bed. The man was drunk out of his wits, completely wasted. And he couldn’t stop himself from helping him. his hand rubbed absentmindedly over the left side of his chest. The first time he has seen the name written on his skin, Barrel had panicked. He always enjoyed walking around shirtless, but now that he had Shea’s name on his chest, he rarely took his shirt off, at least, in front of him. Knowing your soulmate’s name came with some cons. First, there was no real certainty that Barrel was Shea’s soulmate, even though Shea was his. And then, really, how was Barrel ever going to give the demon what he needed. He was not cut otu for relationships.

a barren soulmate au

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Barrel made his way to the couch, sitting near his brother, with his legs folded underneath himself. “So, I was talking to Chip.” He started, as he raised his eyebrows. “And apparently, everyone is color blind until they meet their soulmate, but no one ever told me.” 

He tipped his head other side. “He says he started seeing color when he met Fitzy. But... I’ve always seen in color, and honestly, I’m a bit freaked out. Does that mean I don’t have a soulmate, or does it mean I’ve known them since I was born?”

“Okay, but listen,” Xander said, filling the other’s glass back up to the brim with the whiskey and setting the bottle off to the side. The bar was a little lazy that evening, the night flood not having come in yet. 

Xan had been talking to them for a while now, couple weeks at least from what he can remember. Maybe longer. So he was comfortable enough. “I have the entire weekend off. I get paid today. Why don’t  we just take that road trip we were talking about? Let me take you to the beach like I promised.”

"It's a horrible idea, but let's do it anyway." Sure they were being watched like hawks on school property but they weren't on school property or in a classroom.

Besides, school was almost done and then this wouldn't even be a problem.

Finally being able to kiss July was pretty much exactly what he thought it would be like. His hands fell onto the other's hips while he kissed him back. If this was the only time that this happened, he was planning on enjoying it.

Nico: Hi.