Soulmate au where u feel the pain ur soulmate feels

warnings: bruises, pain, a mild burn

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Logan woke up at slightly past four in the morning, thanks to the sharp pain in his shoulder, and he cursed under his breath at whoever his soulmate was. His soulmate must have the worst sleeping schedule, this was not the first time he had woken up in the early hours of the morning due to some pain.

This time it felt as if his soulmate had walked into something pointy, whoever it was would likely have a bruise. Luckily for Logan the pain soon went away, but however, so had his sleep. Maybe giving his body fifteen minutes to fall asleep was to ask for too much, but Logan was impatient and when sleep didn't claim him he sat up, looking at the stack of tests to grade on his desk.

He got up and got dressed, gathering up all the papers and bringing them out to the small living room where he sat down with them on the couch, grabbing a pen from his coffee table and starting to grade them, at times looking up and staring out the window while trying to comprehend why some of his students were so stupid.

The sun started to rise around five, shining in through the window and Logan let his pen fall onto the considerably smaller pile of tests to grade, sighing as he stood up and made his way over to the window, looking out at the slowly waking world.

He leaned his forehead against the cool glass, closing his eyes, wondering for a second what his soulmate was doing now, if they had gone to bed yet or was pulling an allnighter. He was slightly concerned for his soulmate's sake.

Logan was beginning to feel awfully tired, but now it was too late to go back to bed, he had to be at work in two hours, teaching twenty half asleep and uninterested college students about chemistry. He made his way into his kitchen, rummaging through his cabinet to find his coffee, only to look down at the counter and see the package there, empty since yesterday.

Great. Lovely. Today would be terrible if he couldn't get his hands on some coffee. Logan wasn't a coffee addict, but sometimes he couldn't function without it. Okay, maybe sometimes he was a little addicted to coffee.

There was only one thing to do.

Logan put his shoes on, grabbing the backpack where he had made sure to put all the tests, his laptop, and his phone and laptop charger. Then he left his apartment, catching a bus that he knew stopped nearby his favorite coffee shop.

In only twenty minus he was opening the door and being greeted by the wonderful smell of coffee. He took a deep breath, surveying the place. As most times when he came there there weren't many other people around, an exhausted-looking barista who was staring into a cup, two teens laughing and drinking coffee by a booth, looking at each other in that way that made Logan understand that they were soulmates.

Being a teacher for the past three years meant he'd seen his fair share of giddy teens just having found their soulmates, a few even having happened in his classes.

"One large black coffee, please." He told the barista who seemed to almost know what he was doing.

Sometimes his students would ask if he had met his soulmate, sitting eagerly by their tables, hoping to get Logan to talk about his partner for the test of class instead of biology or math or physics. It never worked since, no, Logan had not met his soulmate yet.

"One black coffee." The barista called out and Logan took it, paying before going to sit down by a table, pulling his laptop out and looking over his schedule, reminding himself of which classes he had to teach and what he had planned for them.

He sipped his drink, grading two more tests before realizing he would soon have to leave. He gathered his things up, putting them back in his backpack and throwing his empty coffee cup in the nearest trash can. Then he went up to the still sleepy barista and ordered another cup of coffee to go.

He walked towards the exit, coffee in one hand and backpack in the other, trying to zip it shut without spilling his coffee when the door to the shop opened and before Logan had time to react he was colliding into someone, spilling his coffee and feeling the hot drink burn his hand.

"I'm so sorry, I did not see you there, are you alright? I-" Logan said, stopping himself as he tried to wipe his hand off at his shirt just to realize that there was no coffee spilled on his hand.

He stared at his own hand for a few seconds. His eyes widened at those implications, taking in the appearance of the other man who was cradling his hand to his chest.

"It's fine, don't worry about it." He said and Logan offered him the paper towels he'd grabbed, the man proceeding to wipe Logan's spilled coffee off his hand. Logan couldn't take his eyes off of him.

He was wearing a big baggy black hoodie which had patches of purple sewed onto it with thick threads of white. He wore black jeans with rips in them, his hair was dyed purple, and he had dark bags under his eyes that Logan realized was makeup (which was probably hiding real bags, considering his soulmate's sleeping schedule).

Under his hoodie was a purple shirt, and Logan also noted the spider earrings he had, paired with a spider necklace. He also eyed the pride pin stuck to his hoodie. This really could be-

"I'm sorry if this is a strange question, but did you happen to hurt your shoulder around four this morning?" He reached up to show the area that had hurt and the strangers eyes widened as he too reached up and touched his own shoulder, poking hard at what was probably, just as Logan had assumed, a bruise from this morning. Logan felt the pain as if the bruise was his.

"Oh shit." His soulmate eloquently said and stared at Logan for a few seconds too many.

"I'm Logan." Logan said, realizing he had yet to introduce himself.

"Virgil." Virgil said, snapping out of his thoughts, mumbling an apology that Logan wasn't sure if it was aimed at the fact that he'd unintentionally woken Logan up so early, or for walking into him, or for staring.

Deciding that hurrying to work could wait Logan and Virgil moved themselves to a booth to not stand in the doorway and hinder anyone else from entering or exiting the coffee shop. Logan went and got some more paper towels to wipe as much coffee from Virgil as possible.

They exchanged numbers, and Logan bought coffee for them both. Then as they sat down together he told him he was a teacher and where he lived and mentioned some of his interests, including his love for reading and his passion for learning about space.

Virgil told him he was an author, told him some important things about himself, mentioning that he also enjoyed stargazing (Logan was delighted, maybe now he had someone to stargaze with) and that he spent a lot of time looking at the stars when he couldn't sleep, which was often since he apparently was an insomniac. (Which made all those late night injuries make sense, sleep deprivation would definitely make someone clumsier.)

Logan really had to leave then as to not be too late for his first class, but he and Virgil decided to meet up at this same coffee shop in the evening, maybe get something to eat too.

Logan had a flustered smile on his face the entire way to the college, thinking about the fact that he practically had a date with his soulmate in a few hours. Being late to his own class was worth it.

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Three in the morning and as so many times before Logan was woken up by a sudden jolt of pain, this time feeling as if he had slammed his toe into a wall. He sighed and reached out over the mattress, as he had suspected finding the bed empty and the spot next to him cold.

He got up from bed, pulling a hoodie on before stumbling out of the bedroom, following the sound of hushed swearing to the kitchen. He smiled to himself, entering the kitchen and seeing his husband sitting on a chair, inspecting his hurting foot.

"Can't sleep, starlight?" Virgil jumped a little, looking up at Logan with a small smile.

"Sorry, did I wake you?" He said, standing up and halting over to Logan who pulled Virgil into his arms and gave him a sleepy kiss.

His soulmates face was free of the makeup he usually wore, and he was dressed in a pair of sweatpants and his black hoodie with purple patches, the hoodie that was as constant as Virgil's makeup.

"Couldn't sleep and I wanted to make some hot chocolate, the nice kind you make when I can't sleep, but I didn't want to wake you. As you can tell that went great." He said, rolling his eyes at himself, bringing his hands up to carefully cup Logan's face, smiling tiredly.

Logan helped his husband make the hot chocolate, relieved that he wasn't drinking coffee at this time of night which would heighten his anxiety and make it even harder for him to sleep, something that Virgil did too often.

They snuggled up together on the couch, a mug of hot chocolate each. Virgil's laptop was standing on the coffee table, and Logan would bet it was still warm from Virgil sitting up late, trying to write.

"Writing's going well, I managed five thousand words before my brain got too sluggish." Virgil said, as if he could read Logan's mind.

"That's fantastic." He kissed the top of Virgil's head.

"Did you even try to sleep though?" Logan asked, Virgil sipping on his chocolate and staring at his laptop as if he was still trying to write in his head.

"...I only tried for like an hour then I gave up, no point. Wanted chocolate." Logan smiled, picking his phone up to look at the time, catching a glimpse of the date.

"Virgil?"

"Hm? Yes L?"

"Happy three years since I spilled coffee on you. Well, technically there's about two and a half hours left. But happy anniversary non the less." He said, remembering that day.

How he'd been woken up early just like today, spilled coffee on Virgil and realized he was his soulmate, met him later for what they would both come to think back to as their first date, Logan realizing all the way back then that he was going to fall oh so hard for Virgil over time.

"Happy anniversary." Virgil said, snorting, his free hand finding Logan's. "Only time I've been happy to walk right into a stranger.

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Written: 1st January 2021
Published: 30th March 2021
Words: 1890

ive done a long one for this prompt for lamp

Also I dyed my hair hahah

Also I'm so excited for easter break why is this week passing so agonizingly slow