Ok, soulmate!AU with Slash and Axl where when your soulmate sings, you can hear the song in your head. Axl keeps singing November Rain before it's even properly worked on and one day he hears Slash muttering it under his breath.
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When he finally found his soulmate, Axl was gonna strangle them.
Ok, not really but, Jesus Christ, would it have killed them to give him any kind of hint about themselves? Most people had at least some idea of their soulmate's voice, their gender, the languages they spoke and their taste in music. But Axl? He didn't have any of that because he had never once heard his soulmate sing.
He'd come to accept it by now. It was just... lonely sometimes. Lonely and quiet. Honestly, he just hoped they were okay.
As for Axl, he figured that the more he sang, the easier it would be for his soulmate to find him. He may not be able to search for them himself, but if he played enough shows, recorded songs and sold albums, there was no way they wouldn't find him, right? All he had to do was make it big, and he was pretty sure that he'd finally found the right band to do it with.
They hadn't been together long, but the chemistry and talent were incredible. They already had a full setlist of songs they could perform live, and Axl still had a few more in his back pocket that he'd been tinkering with for years now. He'd been busy with the new band lately, but he really should dust some of those off again when he got the chance...
Just as he was thinking about it, he heard a quiet melody coming from down the hall. He hadn't even realized that anyone else was home, but he followed the sound to Slash's room. He was strumming his guitar, as usual, but between the chords, Axl could hear him humming a very familiar tune.
Slash's voice was soft, an absentminded murmur as he gave the acoustic guitar his full attention. He didn't even notice Axl in the doorway, at least not until he blurted out, "How the hell do you know that song?"
"The song you were singing, November Rain."
"Is that what it's called? Who's it by?"
"It's by me, dumbass, but it's not even finished yet, how did you hear it?"
For a long, silent moment, Slash just stared up at him, wide-eyed and frozen with his lips parted in confusion. Axl realized that he was glaring accusingly down at his bandmate with his hands on his hips, and awkwardly tries to relax his body while he waits impatiently for Slash to explain.
"I, uh. My soulmate sings it sometimes." Slash confessed. "I was... working on a guitar part so that when I met him, I could play it for him."
Slash had been hearing Axl sing in his head his whole life, but only when he sang with his natural voice. The first time he heard Axl singing with Hollywood Rose, there was something familiar about his voice but Slash couldn’t put his finger on it. At some point, Axl tells him that he never once heard him sing (the fact of it is, Slash just doesn’t like singing), but it doesn’t bother him anymore – as long as he gets to hear Slash play his guitar every day, it doesn’t matter that he doesn’t sing.
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