(Soulmate AU where you get markings on your body of things your soulmate loves. Better description in media above)

Hercules P.O.V.

A croissant, a French flag, a couple of people, and a gay pride flag. Those were my markings.

My best friend, John, had a bisexual flag, an older female, a lion, a pen and paper, and his own name written in cursive with a heart on the end. He had already met his soulmate, Alexander.

Alex had a turtle, a gay pride flag, a broken chain, and his name written in cursive with the same heart on the end.

We had inferred that my soulmate was either French, or a francophile like Thomas Jefferson. The couple was probably his parents, and we assumed he was a gay male because of the pride flag.

We shared a dorm at Kings College, and were expecting a new roommate soon. (cliche, I know)

I sighed, leaning back. Our roommate was to arrive today, and John and Alex were out grocery shopping.

I wondered what our new roommate would be like. We weren't told much about him, so I didn't know what to expect.

I heard scratching on the floor, which startled me and pulled me out of my thoughts. I groaned, finding John's turtle, Strawberry (Shhhhhhhh), headed towards the door, and right at that moment, a knock sounded through the common room.

This startled me, and I got up, rushing to pick up the turtle and answer the door. Strawberry got a bit startled and nipped at my finger as I used my other hand to open the door.

I yelped, nearly dropping the small reptile as the door creaked open. The man at the door was around my age, with caramel coloured skin and dark brown hair. He looked from me to the turtle, confused. "Can I help you?" I questioned the smaller man, halfway distracted as Strawberry continued to nibble on my fingers.

"Uh... Oui...? Je m'appelle Lafayette. Je suis censé rester ici?" Now we were both confused, and not about the turtle.

"Uhmmm.... I don't speak... French? Is that French?" He nodded.

"Oui, désolé. I call myself Lafayette. I'm supposed to stay here?" Oh, he's the new roommate. "So you're our new roomie?" He nodded. "Sure, come on in." I moved out of the doorway so he could step in. I set Strawberry down and helped him with his luggage, quickly shutting the door so the small turtle couldn't escape, not that she'd get far.

"Mind the turtle." I said and he stepped over the reptile.

Strawberry slowly followed us to the couch and I shook my head. "Sorry about Strawberry. John rescued her a while back and they're, like... Best friends now." The man, who called himself Lafayette, nodded, looking at the strawberry-loving reptile.

"The room looks nice." He complimented, and I nodded. "Alex does the cleaning and arranging and stuff. He's good at interior design. He's also OCD, so be careful." Lafayette nodded again.

"I'm sorry, but... What was your name...? I don't think I caught it..." He asked cautiously, and I chuckled. "I don't think I threw it." He looked confused for a bit before giggling softly.

"Anyways, I'm Hercules. Hercules Mulligan." I held out my right hand and he took it. I brought it up to my lips, brushing my lips along his knuckles, causing him to blush. I smirked when I noticed this, and he looked away.

I let his hand go, smiling softly. "You know, Laf, you're pretty cute." His face turned a darker shade of red, and he hid it in his hands, causing me to smirk.

Soon, the door opened, revealing Alex and John, both with a handful of bags containing food and other things we needed. I stood up to help them put stuff away.

After we had finished, we sat down with Lafayette to talk a bit.

~time skup a few months coz I'm too lazy for this~

John and Alex requested me and Lafayette leave the dorm for a bit, and it scared me to think about what they were doing.

We sat at a coffee shop, simply talking about whatever came to mind. In the few months we have lived together, I had fallen in love with the curly haired Frenchman. However, I didn't know if he had felt the same way, plus he hadn't talked to me about any new markings appearing. I did notice, however, that my name had appeared on my left shoulder, meaning my soulmate had fallen in love with me.

I studied the Frenchman's features as he talked enthusiastically about his home in France. I loved the way his eyes sparkled as he talked about his parents, or the way his hands would dance about as he moved them for emphasis on what he was saying.

I wanted more than what I had with him. I wanted to kiss him, to have him like it, to know he wants more. To call him mine. I wanted him badly, more than anyone could imagine, but only if he would take me. I wouldn't push him to do anything he didn't want.

I would give him the world, the moon, and the stars, but only if he'd take them.

"Hercules? Are you okay?" His hot French accent pulled me from my thoughts, and I nodded. "Yes, of course. Why wouldn't I be?" I questioned and he shrugged. "You just seemed to be zoning out there.." I shrugged. "Just.. Admiring the view." I smirked as his face flushed. I thought he would be used to me flirting with him by now, but I guess he wasn't, seeing as his face was redder than a strawberry.

It was cute to see him flustered like this. It made me want to pin him to the table and take him right then and there.

I felt my breath catch as I thought of doing that and I mentally scolded myself as I got a weird look from him. Honestly, stop. That's weird.

I smiled to let him know I was okay, even if I wasn't, he still bought it and went back to sipping his coffee.

I wish I could tell him how I felt, but I didn't want to lose him. He sighed and I looked at him curiously. He looked like he was trying to decide something, although I didn't know what.

"Hercules...?" His accent was thick and cautious, and I hummed in response. He took a deep breath before speaking. "Can... Can I tell you something?" I nodded. "Sure." His mouth opened a bit but nothing came out. I looked at him questionably, only to be met by his lips on mine. I was surprised at this intimate gesture, and I tried to figure out what was happening.

Eventually I closed my eyes and kissed back, hoping this wasn't a dream (wouldn't be the first time). I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer and deeper into the kiss. Anyone else in the cafe who had a problem with it could suck my dick because I was kissing the man of my dreams and no one could ruin this.

He pulled away after a bit, a look kg shock in his eyes. "I-I'm s-sorry I just..." I held up my hand to cut him off. "It's okay, Laf. I like you too..." He nodded slightly. "I... I have to show you something... Wh-when we get home..." I nodded and he moved over, sitting next to me in the booth instead of across from me.

I smiled, looking at him, admiring his features once more. He was so perfect... But... Just one kiss doesn't mean he was mine, does it? No. Certainly not. We'd go home and figure it out there.

I though back to the event that had just happened. Laf's pink, fluffy lips pushed awkwardly against mine as he tried to get his feelings out without speaking. It was awkward and small, but passionate and full of meaning.

It was wonderful, and I knew they would only get better. I smiled at the thought of more kisses from the Frenchman, perhaps even more...

I pushed the lust that was creeping into my mind back, admiring the male in front of me. He looked nervous.

"Do you think it's safe to go home yet? It's been a couple hours..." He bit his lip, looking at me, his hands fidgeting. I smiled softly. "It was probably safe to go back about an hour ago. I just wanted to spend more time alone with you." I felt my cheeks burn while admitting this, and his cheeks dusted a light pink.

He got up. "Come on then." He said, and I nodded, getting up too.

~time skup to the dorm~

Laf shut the door to my room behind me, and we both sat on my bed awkwardly.

"What'd you wanna show me, Laf?" I questioned and he bit his lip. "W-well... I.. I got a new marking..." He mumbled his words softly and he took off his shirt. He turned his back to me, and on his right shoulder, his name was signed in cursive, with a small heart at the end.

I furrowed my brow. "You're not playing with me now, are you?" I asked in a serious tone, moving my finger to make sure that it wouldn't come off.

He turned back to me. "Wh-what do you mean?" He seemed concerned, maybe a bit hurt.

"You're not just going around, kissing me and showing me that marking and getting my hopes up? That's genuine, you actually like me, or even love me?" I questioned and he nodded. "D-do you have yours yet?" He questioned, softly tugging at the seam of my shirt. It wasn't a sexual act, but it certainly felt like it.

I let him take off my shirt, my breathing shallowing. He looked at my back, tracing his finger over my left shoulder. I shivered slightly, wanting more of his touch.

If anyone walked into my room right now, they would definitely get the wrong idea. Or the right idea, depending on what Laf wanted.

He moved so that we were face to face. I looked along his perfectly sculpted body for his other markings. I saw clothes, horses, the Ireland flag, and a pansexual flag. All those represented me. He sat on my lap, caressing my cheek.

"You don't think-?" He cut me off with a kiss, confirming my thoughts. He thought the markings on our bodies were trying to tell us that we were meant to be. That we were soulmates.

I wrapped my arms around his bare waist, his hands placed on my face, holding me close to him. He pulled away, smiling to me and placing his forehead on my own. I smiled as well, running my hands up the sides of his bare torso. He hummed softly, laying me back and curling into my side.

I smiled, holding him close to me. Soon, I drifted of to sleep, holding my soulmate.

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