#kingcals

I love soulmate aus and mashton is a pairing I’ve been wanting to explore, just needed the right inspo 🥰

Send me an “I wish you’d write...”

Just like everyone in the world, Michael awoke on the morning of his 18th birthday with a brand new tattoo. He rushed to the bathroom, going to look in the mirror. He smiled at the “to the moon...” tattoo he’d gotten the year previous before turning his attention to the portion of his skin that was currently tingling. He pulled his brightly colored hair away from the side of his neck, twisting and turning trying to see the image on his skin. He tried taking a mirror selfie, but even then he couldn’t really see the new ink clearly.

So he ran through the band’s London apartment, pouncing on Calum to wake his best friend. “Mike,” Calum groaned, “I know it’s your birthday and I can’t get mad at you, but it’s too fuckin early.”

Michael whined, laying down on Calum’s chest, “Please, I just need you to tell me what my tattoo is, I can’t see it. I promise you can wake me up in a couple months on your birthday if you can’t see yours.”

Calum hummed, fixing his fringe before sitting up, slightly to look down at Michael, “Where is it?” he asked after rubbing his eyes.

Michael smiled, sitting up slightly and moving his hair out of the way again, waiting impatiently for Calum to take a look. His hands moved Michael’s away, humming as he looked at the skin. “It’s a smiley sun,” he yawned, reaching for Michael’s phone so he could show him. 

Michael grinned, still half on top of Calum as he stared at the photo of the line art tattoo on the side of his neck, just below his ear, excitement coursing through his veins as he now could at least have an idea of what to look for on those who could potentially be his soulmate, the other half to his sun.

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The years went on, the band continuing to grow up together and enjoying each new level of success as it came. They were working on their fourth album, Luke had recently found the other half to his tattoo, and had been floating around the studio all month. Michael was doing his best to hide his moping, to be happy for his best friend, but Ashton saw through it. He chewed his lip, deciding to wait until the next day when he and Michael had a writing session together to voice a theory he’d had for several years now. 

He sat on the couch, iced coffee in one hand while the thumb of the other traced over the smiling half moon on his wrist. He’d tried recently to hide it by getting the massive series of blood moons down his arms, but a soulmate tattoo couldn’t be covered, the red and black ink staining his pillow the next morning after having stubbornly told the artist, ‘no, it’s not my soulmate tattoo, it’s just something dumb I got as a kid that I want to make better now.’ 

There was a break in their conversation about writing and he slowly moved closer, right next to Michael, rehearsed beginning of this conversation at the forefront of his mind. “Michael,” he said slowly, serious tone attracting the younger man’s attention. “I know you’ve been down ever since Lu told us about his soulmate, that you’ve been searching anxiously for yours ever since your tattoo appeared six years ago...staring at anyone who had a sun until you realized they’d paid for it or it didn’t line up with yours, but what if...he was in front of you the whole time?”

Michael frowned, head tilting to the side as he replied, “What do you mean, Ash?” His green eyes glimmering as he stared into Ashton’s hazel.

“Remember a few years back when I referred to you as my opposite end of the battery? I didn’t think anything of it in the moment, but afterwards, I began to wonder...” 

The blonde tenderly pushed Michael’s hair out of his face, wrist coming to rest next to the sunshine on his neck. They both gasped at the slight electric sensation as their tattoos touched. Ashton staring before taking his phone out and getting a picture of where the sun and moon lined up, perfectly. They both stared at the image on the phone, eyes wide before looking up at each other, grin spreading across Michael’s face as he understood. 

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Ok honestly HOW has that NOT happened?!?!

Their harmonies? 🥺

those damn plaid pants are CURSED that mf hasn’t worn them in SO LONG why does he hate us

The blonde buzzcut and belt with the sensation shirt wears on my loyalty to the Maine shirt. I nearly considered pulling a Benedict Arnold for it. As an entire look? Supreme. Top tier. Godly. In contention with all of Calum’s best looks. Truly a moment to remember, cherish, and reflect on constantly in his fashion history.