(AU: You cannot see the colour of your soulmate eyes (like if my soulmates' eyes were.. Say... Blue, I wouldn't be able to see blue.) until you kiss them. In addition, the first words your soulmate says to you are written somewhere (legit anywhere except for... Ya know. on your body.)

Lafayette's P.O.V.

Brown.

The colour I couldn't see was brown.

Which made life great. I couldn't see my hair colour, my eye colour, the colour of tree bark and dirt, not that you could see much if those in New York.

I couldn't see most of my friends hair; instead it was a dark grey colour, as if it were just.. Gone.

I didn't know when I'd meet my soulmate, or maybe I already had, and I didn't know it.

In a neat cursive, on my wrist was the first words my soulmate would say to me.

"Fuck you"

Yup. It was nice to know that the first words my soulmate would say to me was "Fuck you".

It made life wonderful. I got made fun of throughout high school for these words; the fact that the first thing I did to my soulmate was piss them off seemed to be hilarious to everyone.

It made life hell, but it made me... How you say... Kinder? I knew how that if I ran into someone to just apologize and move on; I didn't want to yell at my soulmate for a simple accident. If have "fuck you" was bad, imagine having a long paragraph about 'Making my life miserable' in all caps written on your skin.

My phone rang and I picked up, struggling to free a hand as I held coffee in one hand and my college work in the other. "Salut, John." I replied, noticing the caller ID before picking up.

John was my best friend; quite possibly the only one who didn't make fun of me for having "fuck you" written on my wrist. Even his soulmate, Alexander, laughed a lot when I showed him.

I shared a four room dorm with John and Alexander; we didn't have another person, though they were supposed to be giving us a new roomie soon.

It's fun sharing a room with two soulmates; I often came home after work or school or even shopping with Pegs to the two making out on the couch - or worse, if you catch my drift.

John also loved turtles. In fact, we had a girl, named Daisy, who crawled around the house often.

"Hey Laf" John's voice came from the other side of the phone, snapping me out of my thoughts and back to reality. I hummed in questioning response for him to continue, and he did.

"Can you pick up milk while you're out? Please?" I groaned. "Alright. Anything else, while I'm gonna be over there?" I questioned and I heard a bit of shuffling on the other side.

"Hmm... Not that I can think of... Wait." I quirked my eyebrow, even though he couldn't see it. "What do you need John?" I questioned, gathering what I needed and exiting the school building; my classes had just ended, and I was glad to be out. I shifted my binder some, gripping my coffee.

"We need condoms." He stated, and my face went red. "Seriously John?!" I yelled into my phone, holding it inbetween my jaw and my shoulder.

"Sorry. Just get some while you're out. Please? I have plans tonight." I groaned. "I didn't need to know that, John. Plus, we have our new roommate coming over tonight. Keep it in your pants. Jesus." I replied, shaking my head slightly, shifting my coffee in my hand so I didn't lose my grip.

"Just... Please?" I groaned. "Fine. But only because I'm going to be out."

"Thanks Laf. I'll pay you back." I nodded. "You fucking better." He just chuckled at my statement, before a little more shuffling on his side. "Gotta go Laf. Talk to you later." I nodded again. "Bye." and with that I hung up. I groaned, trying to put my phone in my pocket while I walked across the courtyard, making my way to the small convenience store down the street.

I shifted my binder again, sparing a glance down to make sure nothing fell. Big mistake.

I hit someone much bigger than me, and I fell to the ground, spilling coffee all over myself and the man above me.

"Fuck you!" The man said from above me in a thick Irish accent, obviously upset with the fact I had gotten coffee all over his shirt.

I looked up at him, my face flushing. He was hot. He had a muscular build, but most of him was a greyish colour, as if those parts had been put into an old motion picture. He wore a grey beanie, but I couldn't tell if it was really grey or brown.

"When, and where?" I asked, immediately regretting my flirtatious remark. His face flushed and he held out a hand, as if suddenly wanting to help me up. I took it, taking the kind gesture; you didn't get much of those in New York.

I quickly grabbed my binder and my phone, which was now cracked due to the fact I had just fallen onto it.

He looked in shock, but I didn't pay much attention to that. Instead, I noticed how soaked his shirt was, and immediately began apologizing. "Désolé! I didn't mean to! I'm so sorry!" He just chuckled and waved it off.

"It's fine. It's just a shirt." This confused me; I wasn't used to people being kind in the harsh streets of New York City.

We sat in a comfortable silence for a moment, my face flushed as I replayed the moment in my head.

When and where?!

Why on earth did I say that?

"I should get going." His deep, sexy accent pulled me out of my thoughts, and I nodded. "M-me too."

Not another word was exchanged after that; I just walked in to the store down the street to get milk and condoms.

~Time Skup~

When I got home with the milk and condoms, I noticed that our roommate was already there; however, I wasn't expecting who.

The man from earlier, the hot guy I had spilt coffee on, sat on our couch, talking to John and Alexander in that sexy accent I loved so much.

Stop it. You don't even know his name.

I set the bags on the coffee table, rummaging through them. I smirked, figuring I'd embarrass the two soulmates that sat on the couch. I pulled out the box of condoms, throwing it at them.

"Here, John. Like you requested."

Both men's faces flushed a cherry red as they looked at the box. I just grabbed out the milk, putting it in the fridge, acting as if this was a normal, everyday thing.

I walked back to the living room, getting flipped off by both John and Alexander. Our new roommate just chuckled.

"Hey, look!" He began pointing to me. "It's the guy who spilt coffee all over my shirt on the way here!" I felt heat rise to my face, and John chuckled. "Sounds like Laf." He chuckled out, and Alex nodded in agreement while giggling, curled into John's side.

My face turned a bright red and I groaned, muttering out another apology to the man. I sat on a chair next to him, and he held out his right hand. "I don't think I introduced myself during our little 'meeting' earlier." I shook my head, eyeing his hand. "Hercules. Hercules Mulligan." I took his hand, shaking it up then down once. "Je m'appelle Lafayette." He nodded in understanding. "And you're.. French, right?" I nodded, giggling slightly at his statement. He nodded as well. "I'm from Ireland." He stated, and I nodded, not saying anything in fear that I would let something slip.

"I trust they showed you around?" I asked, glaring at the other two men, who were now in a deep make out session. I groaned, but not in annoyance, like they would've thought, but in a longing manner. I wish I had someone like that. Someone I could make out with in a crowd and not give a damn. Someone I could have my way with...

"You okay, Laf?" A certain sexy accent pulled me from my thoughts, and I shifted slightly to hide a new problem while nodding. Hercules nodded.

"Well.. I ought to go to bed now..." I said, getting up. "I suggest you do too." I said to our new roommate, gesturing to the couple.

"They get pretty damn loud at night."

And with that, I walked up to my room.

~Anoother time skup, this time about a few months~

I sighed, poking at my food. I had cooked tonight for the four of us, and we all sat around the TV, watching the Big Bang Theory.

It was almost midnight, and I sat next to Hercules, resting my back against him, taking up two cushions. The other two sat on a chair, Alex sitting on the arm. They had finished their food and were both asleep on each other. It was adorable.

I had grown fond of Hercules in the past few months, and even though I was sure he didn't like me back, I really wanted him to be mine.

It was funny, though, in the three months we spent together, Hercules hasn't let me see his charm. I showed him mine about a month ago, and he just kinda avoided the topic since.

I thought back to his first words to me. "Fuck you."

The same words on my arm. I don't think much about it, though. Lots of strangers say that to me. If my rather embarrassing first words to him were on his body then surely he'd let me know, right?

I sighed softly, watching Leonard and Penny getting married for the fifth time - the show was one of John's favourites, so we watched it a lot.

Hercules looked at me questionably. "You okay, Laf?" He questioned, playing with my hair. I nodded. "Just thinking..."

I loved moments like these. The moments when anyone who didn't know us and saw us together would assume we were dating based on the way we were acting. I wished we were dating, but I wouldn't admit that to him, or anyone else, for that matter.

"About..?" He asked, bouncing a curly lock from my head.

"I wish I had someone to marry.." I said briefly, glancing at the TV, which displayed Penny reciting 'You Got A Friend In Me' from Toy Story for her vows. Hercules hummed.

I set my plate aside, laying with my head on his lap. He looked... Bothered... "Are you okay, mon ch-ami?" He nodded slightly before biting his lip and looking down to me.

"Can I show you something, Lafayette?" I sat up, looking at him with concern. He had used my whole name - at least as much as he knew. I nodded softly, watching as he took off his shirt.

My eyes widened and my face heated up. I couldn't help but stare, however, at his perfectly sculpted chest and abs that could've been chiseled by the gods.

He chuckled, making his stomach rise and fall in brief movements. I bit my lip softly, holding back the urge to take his perfect body right then and there.

"Like what you see?" He chuckled out, and I looked away, embarrassed.

"Wh-what did you w-wanna show me?" Stuttering didn't help my case. He didn't answer and I looked back over, studying his features. I soon noticed black lettering along his v-line. The words made me feel my stomach churn and my heart flutter.

"When, and where?"

I thought back to what my first words to him were, the flirtatious remark I didn't mean to make.

My breathing quickened as I thought about what that would mean.

I didn't think before acting upon my thoughts.

I moved closer to him, slowly and gently pressing my lips against his. He didn't seem shocked in the least and immediately began kissing back, wrapping his arms around my neck, pulling me closer.

The kiss was slow and passionate, everything I had imagined my first kiss to be.

I moved so I sat in his lap, allowing me to be closer to him. Our lips moved in sync, and both of our breathing shallowed. He moved his hands to be around my waist and I gently caressed his face, deepening the kiss. The slow kiss soon became quicker and more desperate until he slowly pulled back. I continued to caress his face, gazing into his dark brown eyes. Then it hit me. Brown. I could see the colour now. All of the colour was restored, and I could see everything fully for the first time.

"Hercules..." He nodded, pulling me closer by my waist. I moved my hands down to his chest, smiling widely.

He smiled as well, pulling me into another deep, passionate kiss. I hummed, kissing back. I felt his tongue slide across my bottom lip, asking for entrance which I swiftly granted. He slipped his tongue into my mouth, winning a short battle for dominance.

I moaned softly into his mouth as he explored my mouth. I gently rocked my hips, gaining friction. He groaned and pulled away, smirking as he rested his head on my shoulder. I smiled too, wrapping my arms around his bare torso.

We sat there like that for a while, and I fell asleep on my soulmates' shoulder.

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Yo, yo, yo! Look who's back with fluff!!

Okay I loved this. It was cute and no one can tell me otherwise.

Song: 'You've Got A Friend In Me' from Toy Story because Fuck it.

So Yeh. That's all folks! Hope you guys enjoyed! Stay cool my little chicklets! Peace out!