A Klance soulmate AU where anything that happens to your skin also happens to your soulmate’s skin.
WARNING! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK: Self-harm and suicide stuff. If you are triggered by these things, please don’t read it!
The first time he found a drawing on his skin, he was five years old. It is a lot of different splotches of paint, placed there by his soulmate. When Lance sees the different reds and blues and oranges and greens, he squeals, understanding that they were his soulmates doing. He knows all about soul mates. How you are meant to be.
When you do something to your skin, it shows up on your soulmate’s skin. Whether it is a drawing, a bruise, or a cut, it appears on their skin.
Lance jumped up, running to his parent, showing them the artwork on his skin. They hugged him and spun him around, excitement filling the air.
Keith is five when he saw the little stick figures. He wondered about his soul mate. Who are they? What are they like? Many different questions fill his mind, and he wondered how they would meet and when they would get married and what their life together would be like.
He showed his parents the doodles, and they hugged him.
“Your soul mate is your best friend and the person you need to protect most in the world. Whoever they are, you will love them.” His mother had said to him, smiling.
Yes, my soul mate. I will love them so much.
Lance is ten when he started to feel what his soulmate is feeling. His mama and papa told him it would happen eventually, that they would feel what they other felt. “When there is a very large emotion, a wave of feeling, you will feel what the other feels.” His papa told him.
And Lance thought that he would be happy.
But the first thing he felt was utter sorrow. Overwhelming emotion in his stomach and his chest. Lance screams and cries. He can’t help it. He knew something terrible happened, and he knew that there is nothing he could have done about it. The feeling came so suddenly, that he didn’t realize what was going on until he fell on the floor, screaming.
He doesn’t stop crying for three days. Because he wants his soulmates pain to end.
Keith is ten when his parents are killed by a drunk driver, with him in the back seat. He didn’t realize what was really going on until he saw the flashing lights, and the paramedics trying to help him out of the car.
Until he saw the blood.
And Keith started screaming.
His parents were dead. He had nowhere to go. He had to live with an American couple he didn’t know. He had to watch as his parents were lowered into the ground. He had to cry himself to sleep because his mother wasn’t there to tuck him in at night.
He didn’t have his father to play with him on Saturday afternoon.
He was alone. With only a pen, and a soul mate to watch him draw.
They are both twelve when Keith started cutting.
Lance wakes up in the morning with a sting on his wrists. When he pulled his arms out from under the pillows, he sees the thin white lines on his wrist, and he screams. His mama ran into the room, her dark brown hair still wet from her morning shower, asking him what’s wrong, why he was screaming. Lance couldn’t speak at first, he could only stare at his wrists, wondering what was happening in his soul mates life that would bring him to hurt himself.
He showed his mother his wrists, and she screamed too. She grabbed his hands, causing him to wince, and started asking him questions, yelling for his papa. He just stared at the wall, silent tears crawling down his face.
His soulmate was hurting, and Lance couldn’t help him.
Keith threw the bloody razor into the sink and stared at the ragged skin. He sobbed watching the cold water wash the blood away. He needed help. He knew he needed help.
He just couldn’t ask for it. He had two people outside of the door and down the hall, watching some movie he had never heard of. The people who called themselves his parents. He could have gone to them.
But he didn’t want to. He just couldn’t.
Keith felt horrible for bringing that blade to his skin, because of how it affected his soul mate. His soul mate didn’t deserve to be hurt. They didn’t deserve to feel what Keith felt. They deserved so much better.
They always tried to cheer him up by drawing pictures and asking questions, but Keith rarely answered. He felt like he was being selfish, but he didn’t want to burden his soul mate. Instead, he ignored it. Pulling the sleeves of his jacket down over his hands and pretending to smile. Because that’s all he had to do. Pretend.
When they were sixteen, Keith almost died. He tried to take his own life by overdosing on his adopted father’s heart pills. He waited until his adopted parents went out for dinner and he takes as many as he can, almost the whole bottle, and takes the two notes he wrote in his hand as he heads to his bed to lie down. One for his two adopted parents, and one for his soulmate, although they would probably never see it.
He doesn’t even make it to his room and he collapses onto the floor.
Keith’s adopted parents ended up having to turn around because his mother forgot her purse. They unlock the door to find Keith lying there, breathing shallowly.
And they screamed.
Lance has never felt like this before.
He was told by his therapist that whenever he felt his soul mate was sad, he should always tell someone. He ran into his parent’s room, around six o’clock in the afternoon, and cried.
“They are so sad! Something bad is happening.” He practically screamed. Lance had many scars now from his soulmate over the years. He tried asking them questions, and but he never got much of an answer. Lance wanted to help, be they never let him in.
Lance was twenty years old. His soulmate wasn’t getting better. That same thing has happened three times in the past four years. They needed help, but they weren’t getting it. Something was wrong.
Lance needed to find them. He started drawing things on his face, to see if he could find his soulmate in the crowds of people he passes every day going to school and work. He writes messages to his soulmate on his hand. Things that will make him feel like they are loved. But he couldn’t help but wonder if his soulmate even wanted him anymore.
So he wrote him a letter of sorts.
Soulmate,
I’m so sorry.
I’m sorry you have to go through whatever you are going through right now, and I really want to help you. I want to be there for you like a soulmate should. Please answer me.
I have had to carry these scars with me like you have, and I want you to know that you are not alone. If you want to, I would like to meet up. Or at least exchange phone numbers. I know I have asked in the past, but I would really like to talk to you and help you. I may not know anything about you, or even what your name is, but please answer me. Please.
I love you.
Lance McClain (XXX) XXX-XXXX
Keith wanted to ignore. He wanted to wash the ink away from his skin and just wish that his soulmate would leave him alone. But maybe he can help me.
But Keith didn’t pick up his phone. He didn’t call Lance McClain.
Lance kicked an old tin as he walked down the sidewalk, trying to make his way through the crowd to an old coffee shop he had been going to for a while now. He was shoved violently and cursed as he pushed open the doors of the coffee shop. Altea coffee. After ordering, he sat down at his usual table and pulled out his notebook from his bag.
He went to start drawing on a new page in the book when he glanced at his hand. He rolled up the sleeve of his jacket and ran his fingers along the white lines decorating his wrists. There were four new ones, made last night. His soulmate, who, after twenty years, still doesn’t have a name, was tired. Anxious.
He ran the tip of the pen down his thumb, drawing a thick line.
Keith sighed as he looked at what his soulmate, Lance, was drawing on his hand. He pushed the door to Altea coffee open as he studied his left hand. Just doodles mainly. A large black line was resting under his thumb. Keith sighed again and lowered his hand. He stepped up to the counter and waited in line to get his order. Keith looked around the room and examined the different people. Maybe different faces and colors and motions.
“Order 934, ” The woman with white hair behind the counter said in a very bright voice. He thanked her, took it, and turned around to see if he could find a seat.
The most handsome boy he has ever seen in his life.
He had dark brown skin and dark blue eyes. A notebook lay sprawled out with different ink drawings and things written. His wrists were littered with thin white scars. And he was drawing on his left hand.
A thick line on his thumb.
Lance felt a pair of eyes on him. He turned around and saw a man with dark gray eyes, almost a purple shade. His hair was longish and black, and he had a small litter of freckles decorating his nose. He was the most handsome person Lance has ever laid eyes on.
In his hand, he held a white coffee cup with the light blue Altea symbol on the side. His thumb rubs the side of the cup. A thumb with a thick black line drawn in pen.
Just like he did.
Lance stood, too shocked to do much else. Is that him? Is that my mysterious soulmate?
The coffee cup the boy was holding fell from his hand, exploding across the floor as tears fell from his eyes.
Lance walked towards him and reached out cautiously. The boy didn’t move. Lance pushed the sleeve of the boys leather jacket up and revealed harsh red cuts. They matched Lance’s. But his were deeper. And redder. Lance felt a tug in his chest. He wanted to protect this boy from the blade he was wielding upon himself.
He wanted to keep him safe forever.
Keith had found him. The person who had stayed by his side for twenty years. Even though Keith hasn’t been the most helpful.
And he was beautiful.
Keith pulled his arm away, and quickly covered his face, wiping his eyes and trying to take a deep breath.
The boy standing in front of him, Lance, smiled softly. “And what is your name, soulmate?” The cafe was silent.
Keith couldn’t even speak. He just breaths in and out, while the people in the coffee house realize what is happening. A meeting. When two people meet their soulmate for the first time.
“K-Kei-Keith. Keith Kogane.”
“Well, Keith Kogane, we have a lot to talk about.”
“W-we… Ye-eah. We do.” Keith couldn’t stop himself. He leaps forward and wrapped his arms around Lance’s neck. Lance didn’t hesitate to hug back. The brown haired boy then burst into tears too.
“I’m so sorry,” Keith whispered. Keith tucked his face into Lance’s neck and took in his scent. Lemons and honey. That was a smell Keith wanted to keep forever.
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